Author Note: Hello people who are reading this! This is a story i wrote two years and therefore is most definitely not my best work. However, it is purely fanfiction and i thought it a good story to start with as i need to edit my other stories before they go on the site. Please keep that in mind as you read, not my first story. As well, this story starts off extremely tamely but will become much deeper and darker as it moves on. So not to bore you i will try to move on fairly quickly while still maintaining a reasonable pace of plot.

Warning: Will contain torture, death and severe mind games, coarse language and slightly suggestive themes at parts. You have been warned... I actually wouldn't mind a flamer as i have never received on before (obviously) and i wonder what they consist of. But just so you flamers know, I really don't give a crap about your opinions if you can't express them nicely.

Disclaimer: Everything aside from the plot and Derayina belongs to J.K Rowling. Damn... But I repeat, Derayina in mine! Touch her and die.

"Come on, everywhere else is full." Hermione opened the door to a compartment where one girl was reading a book.

"Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?" Hermione asked. The girl looked up.

"There's enough room for you," she replied. The three of them put their bags on the racks above their heads and sat down. The girl had gone back to her book. She looked to be their age, thirteen. She had long silver hair that she wore in a headband. With her hair pulled back they could see she had very pale skin, practically white. Her features were sharp and she was very pretty. When she showed no sign of saying anything Hermione spoke, introducing herself and Harry and Ron,

"I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Harry Potter and Ron Weasley." The girl looked up.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Derayina." Her voice was smooth lightly accented with tones none of them had ever heard before. This time when she looked up they could see that she had ice blue eyes. They seemed as if they couldn't decide which colour they wanted to be, white or blue, so they settled to the lightest blue possible streaked with white. It was very unnerving to look into them, as if they were hiding something and at the same time seeing everything you had ever tried to hide.

"Are you new here?" Harry asked, "I haven't seen you before." He almost looked away when she turned to look at him.

"Yes, this is my first year."

"You're a first year?" She was definitely not eleven.

"No, I'm a third year."

"Oh." Harry had never heard of anyone starting Hogwarts after the first year. There was an awkward silence as they looked at each other for a minute. Again it was Hermione who spoke, having noticed the book Derayina was holding and immediately grabbing on a subject she could relate to.

"What's that you're reading?"

"Oh," Derayina quickly flipped the book over so they couldn't see the cover, "just something I picked up." She asked, "What house are you in?" Changing the subject.

"We're all in Gryffindor, what about you?"

"Gryffindor." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes, "I wanted to be in Slytherin though, it seems the more interesting House." Ron and Harry immediately opened their mouths to object vehemently but were stopped by Hermione discreetly placing each of her feet on one of their's, using enough pressure to make them wince. Derayina raised one sivler eyebrow, the corners of her mouth tilting up in an amused smile. No one said anything afterwards; there was something about Derayina that made them nervous. Thankfully the candy trolley soon came, providing a welcome distraction.

"Any thing from the trolley, dears?" Derayina said no thanks, but Harry and Hermione and Ron all bought a bunch of candies and sweets. Derayina looked faintly nauseated when Ron moaned loudly as he bit onto a chocolate frog. When Harry opened one of his packets of Gummy Potions, gummies in the shape of potion bottles, each coming with a card describing a different potion, Derayina asked if she could see it and held out her hand expectantly. Harry handed over the card and her eyes flicked over it for only the briefest of seconds before she handed it back. Harry read the card again, wondering what had interested her about it and how she had read it so quickly.

The Verra potion is one

of the only substances

that has an effect on

vampires. Created by

Joseph Garnetferth it

acts as a truth serem.

Hermione read the card over Harry's shoulder and looked at Derayina.

"You're interested in vampires?" she asked.

"Very." Derayina answered. Hermione, always looking for interesting conversations, said,

"They're so interesting. Not much is known about them of course, not many people meet them. They're said to be almost extinct."

"Almost. There are many myths surrounding them. What do you know about them?" Derayina seemed to be very interested in what Hermione knew. But she also sounded as if she thought she knew more than Hermione. Harry and Ron rolled their eyes at each other, each knowing what was coming. Hermione, glad to have someone who listened, would reel off a textbook worth of facts.

"Well, vampires live entirely off of human blood," Derayina interrupted,

"Most of them do, there are some of them who live off the blood of animals."

"Oh, are you sure? I haven't read that anywhere."

"Not many of course, very, very few choose to live that way."

"Interesting. Well, most of them live entirely off human blood, they can live for centuries, and the longest living vampire known lived for nine hundred years. Their skin is hard, like stone. Their teeth are venomous and it is the only thing that can penetrate their skin. Their heart doesn't beat and they don't bleed, so no one knows how to kill them. They burn in the sun,"

"Myth." Derayina interrupted again. "They don't burn in the sun, the sun simply exposes them for what they are, and that's why they stay in the dark."

"Really? And where did you read that?" Hermione was enjoying herself, usually only the teachers knew more than she did.

"Oh, in some book." She said dismissively, waving her right hand through the air in a gesture that cause the ring on her middle finger to flash in the sunlight coming through the window. Hermione continued.

"They are incredibly handsome and there are legends that say that some of them have special abilities, like reading minds. They have only one enemy, the werewolf. Like I said, there's not much known about them."

"Besides humans you mean, they're not too fond of vampires either." Derayina said, "The reason no one knows that much is they don't choose to mingle with other people. If you know what you're looking for you can very easily recognize them."

"Yeah," Ron said, talking around a Chocolate Frog, "Dad said the Ministry had some trouble with them years ago and they haven't been seen since. Usually it's us who go looking for them."

"Who would go looking for vampires?" Derayina asked, looking at Ron. He shrugged. She turned back to Hermione and saw Harry staring at her.

"It's my eyes, isn't it?" Harry felt himself going red; he hadn't realized he was staring. "They make a lot of people nervous."

"No, it's just," he stammered, "They're, uh, pretty unusual."

"They're weird, I know." But it was more than just their colour. Looking into them was like staring into a two deep pools, knowing that you'd never be able to find the bottom if you tried. There was an awkward silence until Ron said,

"They match your hair." Hermione made a small noise almost like a choke at his tactlessness. Derayina laughed.

"Nice save," Harry muttered, as Ron turned scarlet.

"You noticed," Derayina said, "Actually, it's my natural colour." They thought that maybe she had some medical condition that caused her hair to age prematurely; no thirteen year old normally had silver hair.

The next hour they spent with small talk, until Derayina opened her book again and read. Derayina silently congratulated herself on the bit about her eyes. By saying that stuff she had thrown them off any trail they might have been coming close to. After about half an hour Hermione stood up and said they should probably change into their school robes. As Derayina stood up something fell from her sleeve. Hermione bent to pick it up but Derayina quickly reached down and grabbed it. She tucked it back into her sleeve before they could see what it was. She had moved too fast for what seemed normal. Hermione was looking at her strangely. Without meeting any of their eyes she muttered, "Thanks."

She and Hermione went out of the compartment to get their robes. Ron and Harry got changed in the compartment. A few minutes after they were dressed they heard a commotion out in the corridor. Harry opened the compartment door to see what was going on. He opened the door to see Derayina face to face with Draco Malfoy. Malfoy was Harry's arch-nemesis, and had been from the first day of school. They had a mutual hate relationship. Harry had opened the door in time to hear the end of Bellona's sentence.

"…weak, pathetic, cowardly, self-centered bastard!" She was speaking in a cold, hard voice, her face a mask of stone. But most terrifying were her eyes, before they had been a brilliant blue and hiding any emotion. Now they were coal black and screaming hate. She seemed a completely different person from before in the compartment. The usually pale Malfoy seemed even paler, as if he'd seen a ghost. He quickly recovered and arranged his expression into its usual sneer.

"We thought you were dead." We?

"Hoped is more like it." Derayina snarled.

"Too bad." Harry hated Malfoy, but it was clear that Derayina not only hated him, but had a much stronger reason than Harry did.

"Well I'm alive, despite you and your parents. It'll be a big disappointment to them when they hear."

"They did celebrate when they heard the news." Derayina's eyes narrowed.

"You don't know, do you? You and your parents think they know everything, but they have no clue." She laughed, a low, menacing sound.

"It doesn't matter," Malfoy sneered, "It doesn't matter, whatever it is. Because no matter what you'll always be your Father's…" He was cut off by Derayina's wand pressing against his throat.

"I have no father," she said in a deadly voice, "I never have. You and your mother and father made a serious mistake. Actually, you made many. I've been waiting a long time for this." For one terrifying moment Harry actually thought she was going to kill him. But she continued, "But now's not the time. And you aren't even worth it." She lowered her wand and turned away from him into the compartment. Instead of saying something cutting and managing to get the final word in like Harry expected, Malfoy just walked off, down to the other end of the train. Harry had stepped back to let Derayina in, and Hermione had followed. Derayina sat down, looking shaken. Hermione, Harry and Ron sat across from her. After a few seconds Harry asked,

"What was that?"

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