AN:
Being a big fan of the "Harry Potter"- universe, I really felt like writing a fanfic. In the beginning I was very unsure what to write about – since I do have a couple of favorite pairings. At last I decided to not decide – and instead write about one of my own characters.
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Thanks a lot to Nickern and Lightening Bee for betaing on this story.
Chapter 1 - The Girl with the Ribbon
It was crowded on King's Cross station, like it always was on this particular day in September. Families were walking hand in hand to make sure none of disappeared. Other people who were traveling alone were trying to be invisible in the crowd and all of them had large suitcases stacked up on trolleys. Everything was exactly how you would expect it to be, as long as you ignored the fact that many people also had owls of all kinds of shapes and colors were stuffed into cages on their trolleys.
Although most people seemed to be in a hurry, there were still people that were sitting on benches, talking as if today wasn't a special day at all. Maybe it wasn't for them, maybe this was just another day in their life: A mother sending her teenage daughter to live with her relatives for a weekend, or a family following their mother because it was her first day at work.
"Excuse me. Could you please tell me how I get to platform 9¾?" a girl asked one of the many people with an owl on their trolley. The woman studied her, taking notice of the girl's own trolley.
"You'll have to enter through the wall of platform 9 and 10 of course! Don't tell me you're one of those…" she paused, searching for the right word. "Those muggle-borns?" The girl lifted one brow. Why was her blood line being dragged into this?
"I…, No, ma'am, both my mother and father can perform magic." She smiled, trying to look as appealing as possible.
"Oh, really?" The woman didn't seem too convinced. She studied the girl again before letting out a snort. "Well, I guess some are more fitted than others…" As they were talking, the woman guided the young girl up to and through the thick wall.
"All aboard!" The conductor blew his whistle and the students that had not yet boarded the train were pushed aboard by their guardians. In the chaos the girl was also pushed forward and onto the busy train. The carriage she got on was extremely crowded, and with her height, or rather the lack of it, she could do nothing but disappear into a crowd of awaiting students.
"Excuse me, excuse me" The girl made her way through the train, trying not to bump into others. Most of the train compartments were already taken but, just as she was about to give up, a duo of students caught her eye.
"Over here, Neville." A girl with shining red hair waved and shouted from in the crowd. How that girl could see anyone she knew in this chaos was amazing but as the girl had found room for herself and a friend maybe there were room for one more?
She tightened her grip on her luggage and made her way to the red haired person. Just as the boy who the girl seemed to be calling out for earlier was about to close the door she managed to put her foot in the door gap.
"Excuse me, but is it room for one more?"
The boy looked surprised, not that she blamed him, she would feel quite the same if she had been in his position.
"Eh, oh, yes, of course, come in." He fully opened the door and held it open for her as she brought her luggage inside.
"You know you could have left that with the conductor?" The girl she had seen before said from her seat by the window.
"I did leave my suitcase outside with the others". The redhead looked skeptically at the king sized bag in front of the newcomer.
"Oh, really?"
"You mean this? This is my hand luggage." She laughed, before blushing. "Oh, how rude of me, allow me to introduce myself: I'm Kaien, Melissa Kaien." She reached out her hand. "It's nice making your acquaintance."
"Hi, I'm Ginny Weasley." She took Melissa's hand and shook it before pointing at the boy. "-And this is Neville Longbottom." Melissa smiled and shook hands with the boy before taking her place on the seat opposite the girl.
"Thanks a lot for letting me ride together with you. It's my first time here, so I don't really know anyone yet." Ginny smiled at Melissa.
"That explains it. I really could not recognize you, but if you are a first year…" Melissa shook her head.
"Oh, I'm not a first year. Though I'm new to this school, it is only because I'm a transfer student."
"A what?" the boy, Neville, asked as he sat down beside Ginny.
"You've transferred? From where? From Beauxbatons?" Ginny asked with a confused look on her face. A smile formed on Melissa's lips as she used her right index finger to play with a lock of red hair among her otherwise licorice colored hair.
"Oh, no, I'm not from such an elegant school, and I can barely say a few words in French."
"But… You can't be a former student of Durmstrang? That's a boys' school."
"Yes, don't keep it in, tell us!" Neville and Ginny questioned eagerly. This made Melissa giggle.
"Well, to tell you the truth I'm not really a transfer student since I've never attended any school before. I've kinda had private lessons ever since I was little, so… To add it up I am experienced on the level of a third grader."
"So you're just skipping two grades, are you? What did you have to do to get that arrangement?" Without them noticing, the door opened. In the doorway a blond haired boy stood, looking arrogantly down at them.
"Malfoy!" Ginny jumped up and took a step towards the boy but stopped as a gigantic boy, that until now had been standing behind the blonde, stepped in between them. "You're a coward, Malfoy. A coward I say."
"Really? What would you know of that, freckle face? You and your family have nothing that could even come close to honor. If you had, you wouldn't need so many children. It's not like you guys can afford it."
"You…YOU-" The color of the redhead's face was now comparable to her hair. Her hand reached for something in the inner pocket of her gown.
"Please be seated. We're about to leave." A sharp and high-pitched voice made the blond boy turn his attention to down the corridor. Upon hearing the voice, Ginny had frozen in the middle of her movement, not taking what she was grasping out of her pocket.
"No, you can absolutely not do that. You should know that!" the voice continued after a few seconds. A pitiful cry of pain from a young girl down the hallway interrupted the grown woman from her tirade. "Oh, I'm so sorry dear! I should have been paying more attention where I put this bloody suitcase down. Just let me remove it. Does your foot feel okay?"
With a short snort of disgust and a look that could kill, Malfoy turned around and left, closely followed by his bodyguards. He clearly didn't want to risk being scolded for taunting them. Ginny took a deep breath before she sat down beside Neville, who now had a slightly paler color to his face.
"Who was that?" Silence followed the question for a long moment before Ginny uttered one word:
"Malfoy"
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