Hey everyone! :] I've always wanted to give one of these kind of story's a go, so I did! It might not be amazing but im kind of new to writing fanfiction. So I hope you enjoy!

And no, I do not own Harry Potter. I only own Ella! :]

Chapter 1:

Ella twisted her long black hair between her fingers. She was feeling nervous. Very nervous. Its not that she was unstable, she was just shy. She hated being the centre of attention, she hated big social events that her mother always tried to drag her along to, basically she hated people noticing her. Her last name didn't help either, being a Black had it's advantages, it meant some people were to afraid to talk to her, but people that weren't afraid called her names and picked on her. It wasn't her fault, its not like she was her dad.

"Ella, were here now. Are you OK?" Her mother asked, Ella snapped out of her daze and looked around at the train station,

"Yeah mum, I'm fine." she answered. She piled her trunk onto a spare trolley and walked with her mother to platform 9 and 10.

"You first." Her mother said pushing her a little. Ella closed her eyes and took a deep breath before taking off into a run, a second later she opened them again and instantly crashed into a tall red headed person. She accidentally pushed her trolley into his legs and sent him flying head first.

"Oh my gosh!" She cried, she ran over to the boy and offered a hand, which he declined. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking were I was going." She watched him get up and put up a hand.

"No worries, my fault actually. I shouldn't have been standing right in front of the wall." He offered her a hand to shake which she shook, "Fred Weasley, and you are?"

She hesitated, this was the first person so far to actually have the decency to talk to her and be polite, should she blow it all by revealing her last name?

"My names Ella."

"Ella...?" He questioned,

"Just Ella."

Before he could say any more her mother appeared at her side took one look at the boy, and pulled her off towards the train.

"First rule Ella, do not talk to the Weasley's!"

"Why not?" Ella asked confused,

"Two words; Poor and Blood-traitors."

Ella said no more. They reached the train and Ella pulled her trunk to a spare compartment and went back to say her goodbyes to her mum.

"Now Ella, don't be nervous, I'm pretty sure you'll be in Slytherin. And once you are why don't you make friends with that nice Malfoy boy." Her mothers gave her a quick hug and a wave and then was off, leaving Ella on her own. She went back to her compartment and flopped down onto the bench.

She Hated stupid Malfoy. She hated everything about him. She hated how he was so stuck up and rude but everyone thought he was a perfect little angel, she hated his hair, how she thought he was so good looking and how he thought the world revolved around him. Basically, she would rather die than befriend Malfoy!