A/N: Okay, since this is the first chapter, I'd like to say a little bit of
stuff. First of all, the disclaimer. I don't own Harry Potter. Believe me,
if I did me and Draco would be enjoying our honeymoon in Saskatchewan with
Gemm and the McDonalds catchphrase. Now that that's over, I would like
thank you for actually coming to read this! This is my third fanfic (one I
lost interest in, the other is still currently in the making). I'm really
hoping to get lots of reviews ^_^. Anyways, read on, and please review! I
enjoy crits and comments but no flames please!
Oh and another thing. If you are thinking of writing your own HP fic, I suggest you go to the scholastic Harry Potter website. They have a great glossary!
***Chapter One: Welcome to Hogwarts***
Samantha sat all alone in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. It was late November and Samantha had just transferred from Durmstrang. She had been expelled and the only Wizarding School that would take her in was Hogwarts.
Samantha picked that the black nail polish on her nails. She could never keep the damn stuff on. It either chipped off itself or she picked it off. That was one of the many things Samantha hated. Another was her name. Samantha had sworn she'd kill anyone that shortened her name. Sam was a boy's name. There was no way in hell that she was a boy, though she did rather like their clothes.
"Damn!" she swore as the train suddenly jolted forward and knocked her head into the window that she was staring through.
Samantha opened the window. "You know, it would be a lot easier if you kept the ride steady!" she yelled out the window to the front of the train.
Two minutes later the train jolted again.
"Fuck this place!" Samantha thought. "What the hell am I doing here anyways? Stupid muggle parents... Don't give a damn of what I want to do!"
Samantha kicked the seat with her chunky black boots. She smiled. "Thank Buddha I get to keep my style."
Samantha had altered her uniform to fit her needs. The skirt was black, not grey. And it was considerably shorter. Long skirts sucked. Also she had replaced the white blouse with a dark green sweater. Instead of ugly old "Mary-Jane" shoes, Samantha wore her boots. That was the way it was going to be. She wouldn't change for some stupid adults.
But it was weird. The headmaster, Dumbledore was his name, didn't seem to mind her style. In fact he almost encouraged it. "Stupid old coot!" She thought when she met him, but Samantha actually liked the stupid old man. He had this aura about him. He seemed to understand her.
******
After hours of bitching about the train ride, Samantha finally arrived at Hogwarts. She was led to a carriage by a big hairy man. Hagrid was his name.
"Come on, nothin' to be afraid of here!" He said happily when Samantha refused to go closer to the carriages.
She had stopped about three meters away from them. What were those ugly creatures! Hooked to the carriage were two black things that appeared to be related to horses. The difference was, was that they had scales, and wings. They were ugly, and downright freaky.
"What are those?" Samantha asked Hagrid, still refusing to go closer.
Hagrid was taken aback. "Thestrals," he mumbled. "You can only see 'em if you've seen someone die."
Samantha turned white, remembering the past summer. "What are you talking about? I was talking about the... Umm... Tentacles coming out of the lake!" She saved herself quickly. No way was this ugly lug going to find out about her past.
"Oh!" Hagrid laughed. "That there is the giant squid! 'e occupies the lake! Don't worry about 'im though. Quite a friendly creature, that 'e is!"
Samantha nodded and walked up the carriage. She got in, trying not to stare at the thestrals. Samantha sat next to Hagrid with her jet black hair hanging over her tanned skin. Thank god her parents had let her dye her hair black. They had control over everything that Samantha owned; everything except her looks. Cherry lips and just a touch of mascara. Easy, yet it still looked good. Anyways, it took way less time then piling up on the eye-liner. That was so poseur.
"Almost there! You'll love Hogwarts!" Hagrid grinned, trying to make friends with the dark-looking girl.
Samantha looked out the window towards the castle. "It's beautiful!" she said truthfully. Durmstrang was so modern compared the Hogwarts. The old charm appealed greatly to her.
"Are their any ghosts here?" she asked Hagrid.
"O' course there are! 'ogwarts wouldn't be 'ogwarts without ghosts! Each 'ouse 'as its own ghost. Gryffindor has Nearly 'eadless Nick. Though mind yourself, 'e prefers to be called Sir Nick! Hufflepuff has the Fat Friar and Ravenclaw 'as the Grey Lady. O' course then there's Slytherin with the Bloody Baron. A nasty ghost he is. And there are other ghosts as well. Watch out for Peeves! 'e likes to play pranks!"
Samantha grinned, making Hagrid feel like he accomplished something. "I love ghosts," Samantha said. "I love old things! I have a feeling that this school is going to be much better than Durmstrang!"
They approached the castle within minutes. Hagrid explained that it was dinner time and that all the students would be in the Great Hall. "Dumbledore will probably want to sort you in front of the school. It's kind of a tradition, but don't worry, it's not humiliating what-so-ever!"
"Sort me?" Samantha asked curiously.
"Oh yes, fergot about that! Into a house of course!"
"Oh. We didn't have houses in Durmstrang. At Beauxbatons we did though."
Hagrid's head jerked up. "How is Madame Maxime doing?"
"Same crazy, old bit- bat, that is..."
******
Inside Hogwarts, Samantha was dumbstruck. The castle was old Cathedral style and it was downright beautiful. The Great Hall was huge and the ceiling amazed her. Through all her excitement, Samantha felt a little self conscious walking up to the front of the hall with Hagrid. She stuck out like a sore thumb with her different clothes and hair. None of the other students had lip rings, or eyebrow piercings for that matter. No one had a tattoo on their arm (Samantha's was lettering in a band that read: "FuCkEd Up"). Her parents hated that tattoo. All the better.
At the front of the Great Hall, Samantha stood with Dumbledore; Hagrid had already sat down at the staff table. The students stared at her, some with very un-friendly eyes. One face caught her attention. Who was that sexy guy with the silver hair? Too bad those fat goons prevented her from having a better view.
"I would like everyone to meet Samantha Zinok!" Dumbledore said to the students. Samantha grimaced at the mention of her last name. That was her parent's name. It didn't belong to her.
Dumbledore directed her to sit on a stool and he placed the huge sorting hat on her head.
"Someone must have had a big head!" Samantha thought.
"Shut your mouth, young girl!" a voice inside her head scolded. "I am more than just a big hat!"
"Oh, great! Now I'm taking orders from a hat!"
"Listen muck-mouth; leave the attitude at the door. I need to sort you! Now... Ah, I see you're very smart! How does Ravenclaw sound?"
"Smart my ass! I'm not living with a bunch of brainy kids!"
"Okay, that leaves me to my first choice!"
"Why didn't you say that first then?"
The hat tightened on her head. "Because I wanted to see how you would respond!"
"OW! Stop that!"
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted to the school.
Dumbledore took the hat off of Samantha's head. "Thank god, I've got that damn thing off me!" she thought.
The uproar of the Slytherins directed her to which table she should sit at. Placing herself next to a particularly big girl at the end of the table, Samantha gazed around the hall.
"Millicent Bulstrode," the "girl" next to her grunted, holding out her hand.
"Samantha. Don't call me Sam. I'll kill you if you do." Samantha didn't shake Millicent's hand. The girl would probably break her fingers if she did.
Suddenly someone tapped on Samantha's shoulder. She turned around, finding herself face to face with the beautiful silver haired boy that she had seen earlier.
"Draco Malfoy," the boy drawled.
"Pleasure," Samantha said back in a sarcastic tone.
"Better watch your mouth Zinok. I have power among this house."
"And I have knives. And not mention I have very good experience in curses."
Draco smirked. "You're not that bad Zinok."
"Bad: yes. Un-likeable: no." "Nice accent, by the way," Draco said to her as a goodbye. He started to walk away, but Samantha wouldn't let him just yet.
"I don't have an accent. You do."
"Tsk, tsk, Zinok! Like to argue?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. And stop calling me Zinok. That's not my name."
"Whatever," Draco called to her as he left the Great Hall.
Millicent leaned over the Samantha. "Looks like you're in for a year of arguing with Draco."
"Indeed," Samantha replied. But she liked to argue. And DAMN he was cute....
***End of Chapter One***
Oh and another thing. If you are thinking of writing your own HP fic, I suggest you go to the scholastic Harry Potter website. They have a great glossary!
***Chapter One: Welcome to Hogwarts***
Samantha sat all alone in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. It was late November and Samantha had just transferred from Durmstrang. She had been expelled and the only Wizarding School that would take her in was Hogwarts.
Samantha picked that the black nail polish on her nails. She could never keep the damn stuff on. It either chipped off itself or she picked it off. That was one of the many things Samantha hated. Another was her name. Samantha had sworn she'd kill anyone that shortened her name. Sam was a boy's name. There was no way in hell that she was a boy, though she did rather like their clothes.
"Damn!" she swore as the train suddenly jolted forward and knocked her head into the window that she was staring through.
Samantha opened the window. "You know, it would be a lot easier if you kept the ride steady!" she yelled out the window to the front of the train.
Two minutes later the train jolted again.
"Fuck this place!" Samantha thought. "What the hell am I doing here anyways? Stupid muggle parents... Don't give a damn of what I want to do!"
Samantha kicked the seat with her chunky black boots. She smiled. "Thank Buddha I get to keep my style."
Samantha had altered her uniform to fit her needs. The skirt was black, not grey. And it was considerably shorter. Long skirts sucked. Also she had replaced the white blouse with a dark green sweater. Instead of ugly old "Mary-Jane" shoes, Samantha wore her boots. That was the way it was going to be. She wouldn't change for some stupid adults.
But it was weird. The headmaster, Dumbledore was his name, didn't seem to mind her style. In fact he almost encouraged it. "Stupid old coot!" She thought when she met him, but Samantha actually liked the stupid old man. He had this aura about him. He seemed to understand her.
******
After hours of bitching about the train ride, Samantha finally arrived at Hogwarts. She was led to a carriage by a big hairy man. Hagrid was his name.
"Come on, nothin' to be afraid of here!" He said happily when Samantha refused to go closer to the carriages.
She had stopped about three meters away from them. What were those ugly creatures! Hooked to the carriage were two black things that appeared to be related to horses. The difference was, was that they had scales, and wings. They were ugly, and downright freaky.
"What are those?" Samantha asked Hagrid, still refusing to go closer.
Hagrid was taken aback. "Thestrals," he mumbled. "You can only see 'em if you've seen someone die."
Samantha turned white, remembering the past summer. "What are you talking about? I was talking about the... Umm... Tentacles coming out of the lake!" She saved herself quickly. No way was this ugly lug going to find out about her past.
"Oh!" Hagrid laughed. "That there is the giant squid! 'e occupies the lake! Don't worry about 'im though. Quite a friendly creature, that 'e is!"
Samantha nodded and walked up the carriage. She got in, trying not to stare at the thestrals. Samantha sat next to Hagrid with her jet black hair hanging over her tanned skin. Thank god her parents had let her dye her hair black. They had control over everything that Samantha owned; everything except her looks. Cherry lips and just a touch of mascara. Easy, yet it still looked good. Anyways, it took way less time then piling up on the eye-liner. That was so poseur.
"Almost there! You'll love Hogwarts!" Hagrid grinned, trying to make friends with the dark-looking girl.
Samantha looked out the window towards the castle. "It's beautiful!" she said truthfully. Durmstrang was so modern compared the Hogwarts. The old charm appealed greatly to her.
"Are their any ghosts here?" she asked Hagrid.
"O' course there are! 'ogwarts wouldn't be 'ogwarts without ghosts! Each 'ouse 'as its own ghost. Gryffindor has Nearly 'eadless Nick. Though mind yourself, 'e prefers to be called Sir Nick! Hufflepuff has the Fat Friar and Ravenclaw 'as the Grey Lady. O' course then there's Slytherin with the Bloody Baron. A nasty ghost he is. And there are other ghosts as well. Watch out for Peeves! 'e likes to play pranks!"
Samantha grinned, making Hagrid feel like he accomplished something. "I love ghosts," Samantha said. "I love old things! I have a feeling that this school is going to be much better than Durmstrang!"
They approached the castle within minutes. Hagrid explained that it was dinner time and that all the students would be in the Great Hall. "Dumbledore will probably want to sort you in front of the school. It's kind of a tradition, but don't worry, it's not humiliating what-so-ever!"
"Sort me?" Samantha asked curiously.
"Oh yes, fergot about that! Into a house of course!"
"Oh. We didn't have houses in Durmstrang. At Beauxbatons we did though."
Hagrid's head jerked up. "How is Madame Maxime doing?"
"Same crazy, old bit- bat, that is..."
******
Inside Hogwarts, Samantha was dumbstruck. The castle was old Cathedral style and it was downright beautiful. The Great Hall was huge and the ceiling amazed her. Through all her excitement, Samantha felt a little self conscious walking up to the front of the hall with Hagrid. She stuck out like a sore thumb with her different clothes and hair. None of the other students had lip rings, or eyebrow piercings for that matter. No one had a tattoo on their arm (Samantha's was lettering in a band that read: "FuCkEd Up"). Her parents hated that tattoo. All the better.
At the front of the Great Hall, Samantha stood with Dumbledore; Hagrid had already sat down at the staff table. The students stared at her, some with very un-friendly eyes. One face caught her attention. Who was that sexy guy with the silver hair? Too bad those fat goons prevented her from having a better view.
"I would like everyone to meet Samantha Zinok!" Dumbledore said to the students. Samantha grimaced at the mention of her last name. That was her parent's name. It didn't belong to her.
Dumbledore directed her to sit on a stool and he placed the huge sorting hat on her head.
"Someone must have had a big head!" Samantha thought.
"Shut your mouth, young girl!" a voice inside her head scolded. "I am more than just a big hat!"
"Oh, great! Now I'm taking orders from a hat!"
"Listen muck-mouth; leave the attitude at the door. I need to sort you! Now... Ah, I see you're very smart! How does Ravenclaw sound?"
"Smart my ass! I'm not living with a bunch of brainy kids!"
"Okay, that leaves me to my first choice!"
"Why didn't you say that first then?"
The hat tightened on her head. "Because I wanted to see how you would respond!"
"OW! Stop that!"
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted to the school.
Dumbledore took the hat off of Samantha's head. "Thank god, I've got that damn thing off me!" she thought.
The uproar of the Slytherins directed her to which table she should sit at. Placing herself next to a particularly big girl at the end of the table, Samantha gazed around the hall.
"Millicent Bulstrode," the "girl" next to her grunted, holding out her hand.
"Samantha. Don't call me Sam. I'll kill you if you do." Samantha didn't shake Millicent's hand. The girl would probably break her fingers if she did.
Suddenly someone tapped on Samantha's shoulder. She turned around, finding herself face to face with the beautiful silver haired boy that she had seen earlier.
"Draco Malfoy," the boy drawled.
"Pleasure," Samantha said back in a sarcastic tone.
"Better watch your mouth Zinok. I have power among this house."
"And I have knives. And not mention I have very good experience in curses."
Draco smirked. "You're not that bad Zinok."
"Bad: yes. Un-likeable: no." "Nice accent, by the way," Draco said to her as a goodbye. He started to walk away, but Samantha wouldn't let him just yet.
"I don't have an accent. You do."
"Tsk, tsk, Zinok! Like to argue?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. And stop calling me Zinok. That's not my name."
"Whatever," Draco called to her as he left the Great Hall.
Millicent leaned over the Samantha. "Looks like you're in for a year of arguing with Draco."
"Indeed," Samantha replied. But she liked to argue. And DAMN he was cute....
***End of Chapter One***