I was sitting in a compartment, all alone on the Hogwarts Express. I got "transferred" from my old school to this one. Honestly, I got kicked out of my old school but no one needs to know that just yet.

In the middle of my thoughts, and reading, someone opened the compartment door. With the most unpleasant voice I have ever heard, that person cried, "Drakie! Someone's in our compartment!"

I shifted my gaze slightly to see a girl with short, black, stringy hair and a face that was just as repulsive. I averted my eyes back to my book only to be interrupted, again, by one of the boys moving my feet from the seat across from where I sat.

Apparently, he noticed I altered my uniform and said, "I see you don't like the dress code anymore then we do." I nodded and replied, "Yip".

The ugly girl then asked, "You're the new transfer student from America aren't you?" I sighed and asked in sarcasm, "Is it that noticeable?!" She chuckled as if I had said something funny and proceeded to ask me questions pertaining to why I came here.

I groaned in frustration and mumbled vulgar words under my breath. I shut my book and looked at her, waiting for the next question to arise.

"Some are saying, you got kicked out. Is that true?"

Despite the fact that she's ugly and annoying, she seems to be alright. I'll tell her the truth, I thought to myself.

"Yea, that's true." Simple as that!

"I heard you sent someone to the Hospital Wing and almost killed her," she exclaimed.

"Yes," I nodded, losing interest.

"Bloody brilliant! What curse did you use?"

I just lifted my right arm, with my fist clenched, showing her the damage that fight had done to my knuckles. She gasped, either in horror or excitement, I'm not quite sure.

"I'm Pansy Parkinson, this is Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Draco Malfoy," she stated, while pointing to the guys. It appears that my bloody and bruised hand gave her all the initiative to introduce them all, as if we would be life-long friends.

I nodded to each of them and said, "My name's Stella."

After about an hour of chatting, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle left to go change into their uniforms. Blaise decided he was going to be the one who asked what they all wanted to know. "What did that girl do to you that made you beat her up?"

I laughed and inquired, "What makes you think I got in a fight with a girl?"

Both, Draco and Blaise's eyes got wide, "You almost killed a GUY?!"

I smiled and began to tell them why I had to come here. "He was an ex-boyfriend. After six months, he kind of went physco on me. He would continuously ask me to marry him and ask if he could get me pregnant, so he had a valid excuse to move out of his parents' house. He started to cut his stomach and tell me his father beat him. When I found out that was a lie, I was instantly infuriated! So, I broke up with him."

I could tell they were actually interested in my story by the look on their faces, so I continued. "After we broke up, he started to stalk me. Or have his friends stalk me and tell him what I was doing and who I was with. I got mad, found him alone one night, told him to leave me alone, and it ended up with me beating the hell out of him. Needless to say, I got kicked out. As you can tell."

"Wow," Blaise breathed, "Remind me not to piss you off!"

I snickered and got up to grab my trunk. The train had begun to slow down, so I figured we were there. "Here, let me get that for you," Draco insisted, taking my trunk. Hey, I wasn't going to complain! Less of a hassle for me.

Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle caught up with us just as we got off the train. I followed them to a carriage that was pulled by a skeletal horse. I hesitated to get in at first, but decided that thing could not get me if I was in the back.

I sat quietly the entire ride, just taking in all of my surroundings. The castle came into view a few minutes later and I groaned in anticipation. We all walked inside and I said my goodbyes and went to stand with the midgets (first years).

A tall, lanky woman, with grey hair, and a lot of wrinkles grabbed my arm and led me to the front of the line. "You are going to be sorted first, seeing as how you're the oldest and a transfer." I rolled my eyes and nodded my head. Once the doors opened I stepped in and confidently strolled to a stool in the center of the isle. I placed myself on the top and waited for further instructions.

Dumbledore came over to me with a sly grin and an aged witch's hat. He leaned down and stated, "You seem to have everyone's attention Miss Peterson." I smirked and noticed the Hall had become eerily hushed when I walked in. I was proud! Not even a full day here and I have everyone lost in curiosity.

He placed the smelly, tattered hat on my head and mere seconds later it yelled, "SLYTHERIN!"