My life may seem perfect, spoiled, rich, pureblooded, and enviable but it isn't, not even close.
-Desdemona
I stared off into space, my arms crossed, the perfect picture of boredom as my family and I walked along followed by our trunks. But inside I was bursting with excitement; this was going to be my first year at Hogwarts! I wanted to jump up and down with excitement, but as my mother would say, it's not pureblood behavior. I followed my mother listening to her muttering about all the "filthy muggles" I could tell she was just itching to hex them, but not here not at Kings Cross.
As my family and I were walking I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I paused for a moment, studying my face. I took in my jet-black hair (nothing like my family's blonde looks) that contrasted strangely with my deathly pale skin and amaranthine eyes, along with my sharp angular features. Almost cat-like l thought with a small laugh. Then I looked up glaring at me was my mother, "Desdemona" she shrieked "Keep up"
"Yes Mother."
I had long ago realized that my parents greatly preferred my twin brother to me; he was always showered with gifts and hugs. While our parents seemed to barely tolerate me, sometimes they couldn't, that was when it hurt. Yelling didn't bother me much, I was used to it, but the other stuff they did bothered me, and hurt. A lot.
My life may seem perfect, spoiled, rich, pureblooded, and enviable but it wasn't, isn't, not even close.
I looked up at the train; it was huge, so much bigger than I thought it would be. I stood their staring wide-eyed at the train and all the tearful good-byes going on around me, trying to ignore the one my parents were giving my twin. That was, until my parents turned to me, I would have given anything for them to give me the same send off, but my last hopes evaporated when I saw the sneer on my father's face. He walked closer towering far above me then he spit out "Now you girl, stay out of trouble. Don't disgrace you family, or else." It was no idle threat. Being the loving obedient girl I am (not), I put on my brightest fakest smile before saying "Of course Father"
Without another word I wheeled my trolley away towards the train desperate to get away, getting ready to unload. However, when I got there I groaned in despair, how was I supposed to get a trunk that weighed at least five times as I did on to the train. Sighing in defeat I struggled to move my trunk, grinding my teeth in frustration. All of a sudden a pair of hands swooped down and the trunk was on the train. I looked up seeing an older, much taller, and kinda cute boy smiling at me.
"Thanks" I exclaimed "I didn't know how I was ever going to get it up here" as I jumped on board. "No problem" he said smiling "I'm Fred Weasley." Seeing his Gryffindor badge I hesitated before saying my first name, knowing he wouldn't like my last. "Call me Dema."
I walked down the train, searching for an empty compartment, eventually finding one I slipped in and closed the door. Fred had gone off after someone named Lee something called him over to look at a giant tarantula. Now at last I was alone, right before I got out a book to read for the long ride the door slide open. In came a very bushy haired girl and a rather scared looking boy. "I hope you don't mind all the other compartments are full. I'm Hermione Granger, fist year. I can't wait to start learning magic; this is going to be amazing. I bet the classes will be fun, especially transfiguration it should be so interesting. "
"Um… Hi" I said caught off guard by her quick announcement and enthusiasm. "I'm Desdemona" Anxious to get the attention off myself I quickly turned to the boy "And you are?" "Neville Longbottom.'' He then gasped and exclaimed "Trevor!" and ran out of the room, Hermione chased after him. I was alone again.
I started to get my book out again by was for the second time (but not the last) interrupted. This time it was the snack trolley asking if I wanted any sweets. I declined, not having a taste for sugar. After attempting to retrieve a book yet again I was interrupted for the third time, this time a group of loud older students who sat down with their trunks without even acknowledging me.
I stood up sighing, grabbed my luggage and walked the hallway searching in vain for an almost empty compartment. When I saw one with only two other students my aged I ducked in, not caring who the two boys were. I sighed with relief as I sat down.
There were two boys in the compartment one with untidy black hair and glasses, the other tall, red-headed and freckled. They didn't comment at my certainly unexpected arrival and the three of us sat in silence for a few long minutes. The red-haired boy spoke first, holding his hand out to me and saying "Hello, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."
My eyes widened as I recognized the name, this wasn't good my father often spoke of the Weasleys calling them blood traitors, among cruder words. Luckily for me I didn't worship my father they way my irritating prat of a brother did. Because of that I merely smiled and shook his had, introducing myself as Desdemona purposely leaving my surname out, afraid of how Ron would react. If the two noticed my deceit they didn't pursue the answer and the second boy soon introduced himself.
"I'm Harry Potter" I stifled a gasp as heard the name. How could this scrawny boy have defeated the Dark Lord, wasn't my father always speculating over how an infant destroyed his master? Trying not to let my amazement show I glossed over my brief moment of unsettlement I smiled at him and tried to have a pleasant conversation. Soon I was back with my nose buried in my book (Hogwarts a History) but was too nervous to do any real reading.
Abandoning my book I daydreamed about the sorting and the year. I imagined the sorting hat telling me how destined I was for great things than yelling out Gryffindor. But I knew that was never going to happen. No one in my stuck-up pureblooded family had ever been outside of Slytherin, and if I became the first I would painfully learn what my fathers or else entitled to, along with being murdered.
This is one of my first stories so please don't judge me. If you can guess the last name of my OC I'll give you a prize, a place in my story.