Chapt 1
Ding ding ding dong-ding, ding ding…..
"uuugh, bloody hell." I sighed.
The clock read eight in the morning, "way to bloody early." I muttered, covering my eyes with arm to make the light go away.
I leaned back onto my always welcoming pillow, entirely ready to sleep for a few more hours until a loud banging on my door disturbed me from going back to sleep like I had planned.
"Keep it down! I'd like to sleep!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, which is amazingly loud if I do say so myself, and I do.
"That's too bad! You've got to catch the train in a few hours, and you've barley packed at all!"
"What train?" I asked, in a complete daze, barely registering who was even talking to me.
The door opened, and a mess of dark brown hair, nearly identical to mine, popped in followed by a head, and the rest of a 19 year old male body.
"The train that you take every year, to the same school, on the same day each time." He said this slowly, as though speaking to some sort of hearing impaired toddler.
I tilted my head to the side, wondering what he was talking about when it hit me, "The Hogwarts train!" I exclaimed, everything rushing back as my mind began to wake up along with the rest of me.
"Very good! Would you like a cookie?" I muttered as sweetly as I could manage.
"Yes I would." He answered thoughtfully, not even realizing there was no chance he was ever going to get a cookie, or any other sort of reward.
"That's too bad." He turned to leave and I stuck my tongue out at his retreating form and kicked off my many blankets.
I slowly slid off the bed and groggily walked over to my oak vanity, which I just had to place at the opposite end of my room. That would have to be fixed at some point while I was at Hogwarts. When I got there I sat down gingerly, attempting to stay relaxed and I looked into the mirror. Staring back was a heart shaped face, with chocolate brown eyes, and a lot of dark brown hair, that reached my shoulder blades and was filled with dead ends. My skin was pale as usual, but more like a cream color than stark white. But now that we were in England, this was the norm so I wasn't teased as much by friends.
Yeah, I didn't always live here. I used to live in America, Massachusetts to be exact. My name is Rose Williams, and I am a muggle born witch, or so we think. I'm adopted, I'm Native American apparently as well or at least partially, we probably wont over be completely sure. When I was little my brother would always say that it meant when I was older my feet would turn black, and if I was really bad id get covered in black spots. Needless to say I believed him and would check on this development rather often, until my parents told me the truth and he got in trouble. Ok, I've gotten side tracked again, I should fix that.
I pulled open a drawer in the vanity pulling out some of my makeup. I curled my lashes, I put on my brown mascara, and then I used my liquid dark brown eyeliner to make a thin line on my upper lid. Once that was done I used some clear lip gloss.
"Okay, that's done. Now for hair, an outfit, and pack. Nasty."
For my hair, well, I never really bother with it. I stay out of its business, and it doesn't attempt to strangle me in my sleep. So I combed it out, and I had this oil stuff, it was used to make my hair shiny, but I just liked the smell.
I decided to wear black flare jeans, a black cami, black 3 inch heels, a bright red belt, bright red hoop earrings, and since its was chilly, I got my bright red pea-coat. If you can't already tell, red is my favorite color. Even though I was inside, and the coat was wool, I put it on anyways because it was so comfy cozy.
Without paying much attention I did the rest of my packing, and lugged all of my things downstairs to eat breakfast with my parents.
After getting all my things into the living room I wandered into the dining room where my parents were. My mother, Doloris was drinking her nasty buttermilk, while reading her book. Dad, Joseph, was reading the times while trying to spread butter on his bagel at the same time. It was rather amusing to watch.
"Morning Rose, I see you decided to join us."
"Yeah, I thought you finally looked at your reflection too long and your mind turned to pudding." Dad said with a large smile on his face.
"At least I know I look in the mirror, judging by the shape your hair is in it looks like you've never seen a mirror in years." I replied critically.
"Stop you two, I didn't realize I had three children." Mom finally snapped, watching everyone warningly.
Not much else happened after that, and when it was 10 my brother and I left for the train. It was a long drive which mainly consisted of me pestering my brother with my constant babbling. Which I just realized I haven't described him,
He isn't my biological brother, but we look like it with hair that's the same color. His name is Henry Williams. He's a freaking giant at the massive height of 5'11, with light blue eyes, and fairly tan skin. He's sarcastic, I guess you'd call him a player, and he nearly lives and breathes soccer, or what the Europeans call foot ball. That had me so confused when we first got here and tried getting tickets for a local soccer game.
When we got to the train station we said our goodbyes, and I took my things and walked to station 9 and 3/4s. My cat Celeste was staring at me the entire time, which was only a little creepy, ok, really creepy. But hey, she is a very creepy cat. When I got there I saw a patch of blonde hair, and upon further inspection, realized it was Draco Malfoy. I didn't know him personally, but he had a reputation around the school. As did quite a few other Slytherins. I was a year above him, but I was still I Gryffindor so I could count on a snide comment.
I held my head high and strutted, yes that's right, I strutted. I made my way to the wall and brushed right past him, and would have made it without any mishaps had somebody not grabbed my arm and forced me to stop.
"Hey, watch it!" I yelled, annoyed and ready to argue. Probably not a very good trait, but then again I was not known for thinking things through.
I turned around and saw Draco staring at me. "What do you want fourth year?" this sounded odd to anyone around us since he had about a foot of height on me, but I couldn't help that I was rather short, I was still waiting for a growth spurt.
"Oh, such harsh words from a mud blood." He sneered cruelly, eyeing me with distaste.
"Who knew slytherins could form proper sentences, congratulations, you're out of the stone age. Now let go of my arm or else." I said grinning up at him, proud of my witty remark that I had been planning to use since I saw him on the platform.
He simply chuckled and shoved me through the barrier with my things. I very nearly tripped on the other side, but regained my balance once he stepped through, with a crony of his taking his stuff to the train for him. I ignored him and kept walking, with him following, making snide remarks the entire time. I got onto the train and right when he was in the middle of a sentence I spun around and backhanded him right in the face.
"Keep talking and I will personally see to it that you never live to please a woman in your life time!" I said angrily, but hoping somebody was around to help since even I knew better than to tick off a malfoy. Or at least I knew that most of the time.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that you filthy-"
He didn't finish his sentence since two tall red heads appeared on each side of him.
"Well well George, what have we here?" said one voice.
"I'm not sure Fred, but it looks like a volunteer to test out our newest invention." Another added with a sinister tone.
At this Draco paled, shoved the two and said, "Just you wait until my father hears of this!"
"Just you wait until you trip over that suitcase." I said, a smile growing on my face.
"Wha-"and like clockwork he tripped over some first years things and groaned in frustration.
The twins and I laughed like crazy at this, and turned into one of the compartments. Fred took my things as I sat down and hugged my knees to my chest.
The twins had bother really dedicated themselves to growing out there hair, and I dare say that I very much approved of the look. Despite the attempts of their loving mother to groom them into civilized teenage boys, they rebelled at every step of the way. I sympathized with the poor woman, even though I was still happy the two were the way they were.
"Somebody's knickers are in a twist." Fred said smirking at me, nudging me with his foot.
"If so then you better go to the bathroom and fix them." I retorted quickly, looing out the window at the scenery.
"George, when did our little rosie-kins get so cruel?"
"I don't know Fred. Maybe she has been secretly hanging out with Malfoy." George said with a raised eyebrow. "Oh dear, I always had an inkling that our little girl would turn over to the dark side eventually"
"Right you are my dear brother." Fred added with a nod.
I simply ignored the two redheads and proceeded to curl up into a ball for a nice, quiet nap. It didn't take long, for sleep to finally embrace me. The last thing I noticed was somebody sitting next to me, and pulling me closer to them.
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