Chapter 1

Oura Marvolo sat on the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Her auburn hair flowed down her back in cascading waves and her green eyes danced over the French book she was reading. She put her feet up on the seat next to her and leaned her head back against the window. Oura had already changed into her robes, which were much less confining than her old uniform. She had transferred from Beauxbaton Academy to Hogwarts this year, and she would be the first
transfer student in what she believed to be Hogwarts history. Her mother, a single witch, had moved here, from France, to try and make amends with Oura's father.

Oura hated her father. She would not speak to him, look at him and she certainly would not join his little group of followers. However, she forgot all about her father as she sat on the train, rumbling towards her new school. She was so nervous that she didn't eat breakfast this morning and was regretting it. She stood and looked around the empty compartment. She doubted anyone would steal from her, but she could never be to safe. She pulled out her wand. "Diminuendo", she commanded, shrinking her things into her pocket. She walked out, locking the door and painting the words "Occupied" on it with her wand.

As she ambled down the the hallway toward the food trolley, she began to be lost in thought. Her friend Fleur told her to find a boy by the name of Harry Potter, and that he would help her get to know the school.

"He's a nice boy, saved my sister for me when we were in the tournament. Not that he had to, the merpeople would have given her back at the end of the challenge. Tell him I sent you, and he should help you. I have no doubt that he would help you even if I didn't send you. Be careful of his friend, Ron, I believe it was. He'll probably start flirting with you. He's harmless really. It was quite adorable, watching him trip over himself. Try to be nice to Hermione, she didn't really like me, but she would be a good friend to have. Quite smart. Don't forget..."

Oura's thoughts were interrupted as she bumped into someone. She looked up into piercing stone-grey eyes. Startled, she took a step back. The boy seemed to be fifth year as well, standing a couple inches higher then her and was flanked by two ugly, and quite beefy, boys. Compared to the others, the boy she ran into was actually quite handsome. He was a tall, slender boy with a pale, pointed face, sleek white-blond hair, and he was dressed in muggle clothes, with his sleeves rolled up it just under his elbow. She looked away, her face hinting at a blush.

"Sorry" she muttered quietly. She tried to move around him, but he blocked her way.

"You're the new transfer student, aren't you?" He looked her up and down a smirk adorning his face. "Let me guess, a Mudblood?" He shoved her back down the corridor.

So that's how he wants to play.

She met his eyes defiantly. The tips of her hair caught fire, seemingly out of nowhere, and charred that back of her robes, yet not burning her whatsoever. The boy in front of her didn't notice.

"Let me tell you something, Malfoy." she spat, venom dripping in her voice. "If you knew who my father was, you would worship the ground I walked on." She shoved passed him, her hair flicking him in the face, leaving a charcoal mark under his chin.

"How do you know my name?" he demanded, calling after her.

"That, Draco, is none of your business." She called back over her shoulder. She reached the food trolley, bought a few Chocolate frogs and a water. As soon a she took a sip, the flames on the ends of her hair died down. She glanced at the trolley lady, "Would you happen to know where I could find Harry Potter?" the lady pointed down the hall "He's in the third compartment on your right" Oura thanked her and slowly walked down the hall, avoiding people who now crowded the corridor, trying to catch the food trolley. She was about to knock on the door when a Chocolate Frog jumped onto the window right in front of her face, causing her to jump a little. A face with freckles and ginger hair popped up and grabbed it.

"Gotcha," he exclaimed triumphantly, and then noticed Oura. "Oh, hello." He slid the door open. "Is there something you need?"

Oura gave her best smile, "Yes, um, is Harry here? I'm new and my friend Fleur from Beauxbatons said he could help me get to know the school better."

"Oye, you know Fleur? You're not the new transfer student from Beauxbatons, by chance? I'm Ron, Ron Weasley." He began to trip over himself to shake her hand.

"Ron," a sharp voice called, "Let the poor girl in." She looked past Ron to see a girl with brown hair that seemed uncontrollable. She smiled at her gently, while Ron hurried to move out of my way.

"Thanks."Oura said to Ron, entering the compartment.

The girl with the frizzy hair frowned at her slightly, and Oura compensated by making her smile even wider. "You must be Hermione, I'm Oura Marvolo." Oura glanced at the boy with glasses, who was looking at her with interest.

"Are you Harry?" Oura asked. He nodded and moved over so she could sit. He pulled out a map and began pointing things out. When she got an idea of how the school worked, she thanked them and left, turning down Ron's offer to stay.

She felt a lot better about not getting lost and happily walked back to her compartment. She stopped when she reached the door. Her small painted sign was scratched out and the door was ajar. She slid it open the door to see Malfoy stretched out on the seats.

"Come on in," He smiled wickedly. The door shut behind her and she spun around. Malfoy's minions stood on either side. She hadn't seen them before. "Come sit." He patted the seat beside him. She sat across from him instead and glared at him.

"What do you want?"

"How do you know me?" He demanded.

"That's what this is about." She smirked, "You look just like your father." The train pulled into the station, and she got up. "If you'll excuse me, I have a carriage to catch." she pushed passed Goyle, who had moved to block her.

"Come on, Sterling." A silver tabby popped out from under the seats and followed quickly at her heels.

"That is one interesting girl," Draco mused to himself as he watched her disappear.