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Raven Aerith Kyoto stared blankly out the train window, her luminous green eyes now dull, her pouty, full cherry red mouth downturned. A long sheet of shimmering blue black hair, completely drenched with rain, cascaded down her alabaster back, dripping water onto the cheaply carpeted floor below her. It had been fourteen years now, fourteen years since the murder of her parents by the Dark Lord, Voldemort.
Raven Aerith Kyoto (Potter), twin to Harry Potter, had finally been discovered by (in her opinion) the manipulative, conniving bastard, Albus Dumbledore, and had just arrived in Britain all the way from New York, America. She tore her eyes away from the depressing scenery outside and let her gaze linger over her surroundings in disgust. The train taking her to Britain was cheap and tacky, and the Giant, Hagrid, that was accompanying her was a absolute oaf.
Now he ducked into the small compartment and beamed at her. "Yer almost there, Raven." He beamed. "Once we get yer ter Britain Albus will be waiting fer us with a portkey to Hogsmeade." Raven answered this only with a nod, and turned to face the window again, her features briefly distorted with disgust. She had only met Albus onced before, who pleaded with her to come and help Harry defeat the dark lord, who had returned. She had refused, resulting in her kidnapping by Hagrid for her 'safety'.
'Manipulative Bastard….' She thought, 'Can't he fight his own battles? He was ready to abandon me without a second thought when he thought I was useless, and he was ready to ruin my life when he needed me.'
"Yer got eyes just like yer mother's, yeh know, just like yer brothers too." Hagrid said in a soppy voice. Raven grunted in response.
Harry, Harry, Harry. Poor Harry. Raven had read the papers, heard stories. Albus had thoughtlessly destroyed his life. How could he cope, she wondered, with all of this. How could he let himself be used?
The train shuddered to a stop and she glanced out the window, spotting Albus almost instantly. He was dressed in a pair of long purple robes, and his silver hair was so long it almost touched the ground. Raven felt a surge of disgust rush through her.
That old fool, how she hated him.