Summary- The people of Hogwarts are brilliant, but even the littlest things are looked over. For example, platform 9 ¾... It's rather easy to access. So what would happen if someone accidentally entered their world?
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. At all. Zip. Zero... I only own my characters... Who will never amount to anything.
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Krinta "Grim" Grimsnake. A name which she detested. After all, for the last nine of her seventeen years was spent being made fun of. Well, until she entered high school, and decided to stop taking everyone's bullshit. She dyed her model-worthy blond hair black with silver streaks, and got blood red contacts with skulls for pupils. Her once smiling, pink lips were now set in a 'don't-fuck-with-me' grin and black gloss. Of course, she finished the package up with black nail polish and the typical 'goth' clothes.
But, her looks did not make up what she was still like. Sure, she was a punk who didn't give a damn, but she did have a 3.9 GPA, and good friends. She kept her promises, like the one that she told her mother on her deathbed. "I will make you proud, mommy. I will!" At the age of ten, Krinta was forced into an orphanage, and then finally, into the Keller home. When she was fourteen, and entering high school, she was studying law enough to find a loop hole in the system. One which let her live on her own.
At first, she was crashing with a school friend, but she eventually got a job; as a dancer. It was nothing erotic, so it was legal. But, at the age of sixteen(age of consent in that area of England), Krinta moved up to poles and almost no clothes. VERY unlike her school outfits. Now, it was her last year of high school. She was working on a scholarship to a good college were she would major in music/dancing, and minor in animal handling(animals love her, and she loves animals).
But, every story must have a chink in it. After all, life is never fair. This where life began going downhill.
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"Stupid, damned piece of junk." Krinta frowned at the train. It looked rusty... With a cussing mumble, she tugged her bag along as she moved towards platform 11. Just as she made it past platform 9, someone bumped into her. Turning around to yell at the clumsy idiot, she tripped over her boots and began falling into the wall. Wincing for the coming pain, she was surprised to be suspended for a moment... Before hitting the ground. Krinta blinked before getting up and brushing herself off. Turning about, her mouth fell open...
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" A gorgeous, polished train stood before her, and teens were running onto it. She looked around in shock and closed her eyes. Okay, I must have passed out and begun dreaming... yup. Maybe I'm in a coma? Well, at least I won't have to visit that stupid 'life planner' in Bournemouth... Why is it so far away anyway? Ending her train of thought, she opened her eyes... To see a pair of bright green ones staring back at her. "Are you okay, miss?" "...It depends... I just fell through a wall..." His eyes creased in a smile. "Ah, that always happens. I guess you're transferring? Well, come along then!" He grasped her wrist and lead her into the train.
Krinta felt slightly faint. What was going on? How did she fall trhough a wall? Why did this boy make it sound normal? Where was she? Suddenly, she found herself sitting in a train booth with several people staring at her. "Where'd you pick this one up, Harry?" Krinta stared at the red haired, lanky boy. "She's new, Ron." "Oh? She certainly doesn't seem packed up for an entire year..." "Hush, 'Mione." "What? It's true, Ginny." "Oh, be quiet." Kinta held her head in her hands as everything began fuzzing at the corners of her eyes. Finally, the world went black.
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A/N: Meepness. Please review!
