hi (: basically this story has been floating in my head for awhile and i've finally put it down. Its my first so go easy on me. Oh yeah and i dont own anything or anyone in this little figment of my imagination

She knew she was different, she had always known, she had always been told, but this was too much. She was TOO different. Home schooling, what was so wrong with homeschooling? It had worked for the many years of her life, well, if you could call it school. There was training with water tribes in the Arctic, way too cold. Then there was the Tibetan monks, they were too quiet. She adored working at the highest points through America, of course, her mother despised it.

Yes, she had certainly had a "colourful" life.

But this..this. BORDING SCHOOL. It was something that her brain had trouble comprehending. She wondered why her parents had even bothered. She knew she wasn't very good at magic; she had never really bothered with it. When her mother insisted on a brand new wand she wasn't too sure why, the one she had had never been used. "But Dumbledore requested you specifically!" she had practically whined. They both knew she was there for one reason and education wasn't one of them. She was going to be their "secret weapon" and she was not happy about it.

She weaved her way delicately through children on the platform, children she knew she would have to live with! Technically even she was still a child but really, she had seen so much more than these little witches and wizards.

It took her quite a long time and a few evil glares but she found her empty cabin. She threw her bags down with a plop and slumped on the chair , putting her feet up on the opposite seat and folded her arms across her chest in a way that said "there is no way I'm sharing this compartment".

She felt herself slowly drifting off into sleep. She remembered her soft cosy armchair in the library at home, the house elves bringing her hot coco and snuggling up with a good book. Before they had to travel for teaching she would fall asleep in her father lap on that chair while he told her stories about their great family line and all their accomplishments. Yep, her blood was as pure as it gets.

Just when she felt she could feel the velvet of her father's coat and smell the hot coco beside her she was rudely awoken by a shrill and rather pissed off voice.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She squinted one eye and looked up at the voice that had woken her and was deeply surprised by what she saw. A tall slender boy stood there with two rather round companions on either side. The boy had white blonde hair, much like her own, and piercing blue/grey eyes. He wore a tight grey jumper that clung in just the right places, she felt her mind wander to what he looked like underneath. She decided that without the pissyface he'd be really quite attractive.

"Well; I was sleeping, but you decided to interrupt that, how nice of you" She replied bluntly, closing her eyes again as she stopped talking.

"What! This is my compartment! Do you know who I am?" His face was getting redder by the minute and there was definitely a prominent vein bulging in his forehead.

"I know exactly who you are. You're the silly little boy and his henchmen who are ruining my nice sleep. Now take your pissy little arse and go bother someone who cares" This time she stared him straight in the eyes, neither of them blinking.

Crabbe couldn't help but think to himself, "Wow, this is what it must be like when lions attack each other!"

"Come on Draco, Let's just go somewhere else, she's not even worth it" Goyle muttered, bored by this whole standoff. He really just wanted a seat.

The huffed and heaved by with a final growl he turned and left, leaving the petite blonde with purple eyes alone in her cabin with a smirk on her face.

"This is going to be a fun year"