Author's Notes: This is my first Harry Potter fan fiction. ^-^ Actually, I've been thinking about this for a while, but haven't had the time to start it. Surprisingly, it's 12:09 AM (9 minutes after midnight) on April 15th. But whatever, this is my made up Harry Potter character; and a fan fiction for her. I like the title; I took a long time to think of it.
It has a bit of the movie and the book, but mostly the book. I also made up a position in the Administry of Magic. So oh well.
Disclaimer: All original Harry Potter characters © J.K. Rowling (sp? I forgot)
From Night to Day, From Black to Grey

Chapter One: All Aboard
            As the morning rolled into the soon-to-be afternoon, muggles all around walked by, unnoticing the young girl with the strange belongings. The train station was as it always was, teaming with people. Her cart was large, many suitcases on top of it, along with two cages covered with a black cloth. An un-oiled wheel squeaked as it went, and her face was blushed to the slightest degree.

            "The station is always packed with muggles this time of year."

            The girl looked up to the word muggle. A red haired lady with older twin boys, a younger boy, her age, and a younger girl, all with red hair, were with her. Soon after a brown haired boy with glasses wheeled his way to her. They talked a tiny bit, and then the twins ran into the wall of platform 9 ¾. The red haired boy went next, then the boy with brown hair.

            The girl was raised as a witch; her father and mother a wizard and witch. Of course, that was unknown by her friends and her parents co-workers. She knew all about her past, about others, and so on. But she had never been to England, and she wasn't quite sure about getting onto the platform.

            When the others had left, she made a move to go. The clock said 10:45. She had plenty of time. Taking quick, strong strides, stood before the wall. Embarrassed, cautious, and a bit afraid, her golden-hazel eyes darted around, then she quickly ran through. On the other side, muggle and magical parents alike waved to their children, all heading to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her black hair, midway down her arms, swished behind her as she rolled the cart to the train.

            Greeted by a man in a bellhop outfit, he took her belongings, but she took the two covered cages. The train blew its large whistle. Standing in the hallway, she looked at all the kids, arms flailing out of the window, waving their last good-byes for a year.

            With a jolt, the train started. Everyone in the hallway swayed heavily then hurried to their booths. The black haired girl stood there, unmoved. Sighing, she started her search for a place to sit.

            Rejected by all the people in the booths, or almost all the people, some she decided not to even ask.

            Halfway down the train, arms tired from carrying the cages, she knocked on a booth door.

            "What?" was the reply. It was said with some hate.

            "Can I join you?" She asked, placing the cages on the floor. The door slid open and a boy with bleach blonde hair stood in front of her. They were about the same height, she was just a little taller. In the booth were two large boys. Not fat, but not muscular. They were all wearing their robes already.

            The blonde haired boy studied her. Then he noticed the cages.

            "You can come in if you tell me what's in those cages," he sneered with curiosity.

            "I'll show you what's in the cages if you let me in," she smirked. They stared at each other for several moments, then finally he gave in.

            "Fine, come on!"

            She picked up the cages and walked in. She sat next to him, the two other, bigger, friends across from them.

            "Now let's see what you've got there!" he said impatiently.

            The girl rolled her eyes at him, and bent over and picked up one cage.

            "By the way, I'm Raivan. Raivan Moonven. And this," she took off the black cover, "is Cinnamon. He's my barn owl." The owl was slightly bigger than a normal barn owl, but just as gorgeous. Its eyes gleamed and it combed through its brown, hazel, and white feathers.

            "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy. That's Crabb, and Goyle," the two of them waved to Raivan, and she nodded back, "And I'm guessing another owl is in the other cage?" Raivan smiled at Draco in meeting.

            "No, not quite. Now, just be quiet, because he's in a bad mood," Raivan lifted the blanket. Underneath was a small, but handsome dragon. Its black and silver scales glistened like dew in the morning, and its wings' scales were black, with an emerald green color on the inside skin. It had a blazing red colored eye, like a ruby.

            "This is Slick Silver. Silver for short," Raivan said proudly.

            "But I thought dragons were illegal. How'd you manage to bring it to Hogwarts?" Draco said amazed. Slick Silver huffed a puff of smoke at him.

            My father, Gunther Moonven, is in charge of the department of Foreign Affairs in the Administry of Magic in the United States for the Eastern Coast. He talked to Dumbledore and some other people in the Administry and convinced them to let me bring Silver; I've known him since he was a hatchling," she took him out, placed him on her lap, and made a cooing sound, like a pigeon, to calm him. Silver settled in her lap, and she stroked him on top of his head, as well as along the bottom of his neck.

            With a slow hand, ready to snap back at any second, Draco went to pet Silver. Still aggravated, Silver snapped quickly, and bit his finger. Pain shrieked through Draco's finger, and he let out a grunt, not wanting to show less of his masculinity in front of his friends. The dragon stayed on.

            "Silver!" Raivan firmly pushed Silver on the nose until he let go. She knew what he could do, and treated him firmness, but still knew her boundaries. Crabb and Goyle chuckled while Raivan was getting Silver off of Draco, and Draco just sat there, his finger bleeding a little, it dripping onto the floor, and trying not to let out any sign of pain.

            "See why I said he was angry?" Raivan put Silver back in his cage and before she covered it he snorted, smoke coming from his nostrils.

            "Well, what now?" Raivan questioned.

            "Anything off the trolley dearies?" the plump woman who was wheeling the cart of candy had come. She seemed sweet, like the candy.

            "Crabb, Goyle?" Draco asked them. They both made a low noise and shook their heads.

            "What about you?" she asked Raivan.

            "Uh… sure. What do you have?" Raivan asked, looking over it all.

            "Well, there's Bernie Botts Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, Taffy, Lollipops…"

            "I'll take two packages of Bernie Botts Every Flavor Beans, four Chocolate Frogs, uh…" She looked over the cart more.

            "Oh! About five of those things," she pointed to rather large chocolate bars, "ok, how much will that cost?"

            "Thirteen Gallions please." Raivan pulled out a small, but still big, black silk bag. Inside it coins jangled and clicked together. She pulled out thirteen of the little silver coins and handed them to the trolley lady, who gave her the candy. Raivan put it in between her and Draco.

            "You guys want any?" Crabb and Goyle looked at each other and grinned. Crabb took a package of Every Flavor Beans, and Goyle took two of the chocolate bars.

            "Want any Draco?" She asked, the candy right in between them.

            "Sure," Draco took a chocolate bar as well.

            "Hey, these frogs aren't real, are they? We don't have them in America," Raivan asked, opening the package to find a moving chocolate frog in the box. Her eyes widened.

            "Yeah, they're real," Draco said sarcastically, but it was undetected.

            "What?! That's so cool! Kind of weird, and makes them un-eatable, but still cool," it hopped out of the package and began hoping around the room.

            "I'm joking. It's just a spell." Finally the frog jumped to the window and jumped out.

            "Strange little buggers…"

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            Arriving at the train station at Hogwarts, the students filed out. Everyone was wearing their robes now, the bottoms lightly gracing the floor.

            "First years! First years! First years come with me!" Hagrid, a large man, half giant, called out, a lantern firmly in his hand near his head. All the other older students went by him as the first years pooled nearby.     His voice was loud, slightly deep, and very easily heard.     

            "Who's that?" Raivan whispered into Draco's ear. Her, Draco, Crabb and Goyle were just getting off the train, and she made sure she was near Draco. He was the only one she really knew.

            "That's Hagrid. He keeps all the keys to the school, and its grounds. He's only here because Dumbldore trusts him so much," Draco sneered, "He lives at the edge of the grounds, in a tiny little shack.

            "How do you know all this if you're just a first year?"

            "Who said I was a first year?"

            "Well, you don't have a house patch on your robe," Raivan pointed to the area where a patch would be placed.

            "My father told me. He went to Hogwarts as well."

            "First years come with me, we're heading off to the boats," Hagrid nodded when he finished and the mass of kids moved behind him, taking two or three steps for each of  Hagrid's one.

            The boats were little things, fitting five or six kids. Obviously Raivan was with Draco, and Crabb and Goyle acted as if they were his body guards. Two other students in front of them were holding the lamp, and all of them were gawking at the amazing castle. Hagrid had a boat to himself, who was leading the way.

Next Chapter
Chapter Two: The Sorting Hat