Chapter 1

The train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry finally left platform 9 ¾ with many hopeful first years on board, all excited to find out what houses they'd join, what classes they'd have, wondering if the stories of their parents and older siblings were true. They leaned out of the windows, waving to their families as they left, all except one. Harry Potter, a young boy of 11 with messy jet black hair and bright green eyes, sat alone in a cabin on the train as he wondered what Hogwarts was like. He had never been exposed to magic fully before in his lifetime for all he could remember. He was wondering if it would be hard, when a young boy with red hair and a face full of freckles opened the door to his cabin.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked as he walked in, looking around the cabin to find Harry alone. Harry shook his head no and the boy took a seat across from him. "I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley."

"Harry, Harry Potter." They shook hands and Ron stared at Harry with astonishment. "What?"

"Is it true then?" Ron asked, "The- the scar?"

"Oh," Harry laughed. "Yeah." And he lifted up his hair and showed Ron the lightning bolt scar that had been upon Harry's head for as long as he could remember.

"Whoa." Was all that Ron could say. They talked all the way up to Hogwarts, Ron about his large family and how he was the youngest boy out of 6 with a younger sister that would join then in the next year. And Harry about his horrible Aunt and Uncle and ungodly cousin Dudley. They met a young girl, with big brown eyes and even bigger brown hair named Hermione, who seemed exceptionally smart for a girl of just 11 years old.

When they finally reached the castle, they were waiting to be sorted when a young boy, with slick blonde hair and vibrant blue-green eyes approached Harry.

"So the rumors are true then," He said loudly, grabbing everyone's attention. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." A crowd of whispers erupted among the future students as the boy walked over to Harry. "This is Crabbe, and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Ron snickered as he heard this. Draco turned to him at once. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours," He looked Ron up and down, "Red hair, and a hand me down robe, you must be a Weasley. You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Draco held his hand out to Harry but he declined.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Harry said, looking over at Ron and insulting Draco. Draco scoffed and turned on his heel.

"Now, now Draco, don't go and get you knickers all up in a twist." Said a smooth voice from out behind the students. Up walked a girl, with long, straight, jet black hair, emerald green eyes, and a wicked smile that could turn any head. She placed her hand on his shoulder and soothed him down from his tension. "I'm Abelinda, Abelinda Valentine." She said only to let them know who she was and nothing more. She turned back to Draco and continued to soothe him.

"That doesn't seem like the lot to mess with." Ron whispered to Harry. "Any of them, especially the girl."

"If you don't mind saying that a bit louder so the rest of us could hear what you're saying Weasley, it would be greatly appreciated." Abelinda said, Ron turned and saw her standing straight in front of him. He gulped and she smiled a sly, small smile and clicked her tongue. "Don't go and start messing around with the wrong sort Potter, they can get you into trouble with their words before their actions get you anywhere." Her smile grew a bit more wicked and walked back over to Draco. He had a cocky look on his face and she had her hands running through his slick blonde hair. The pair of them looked as evil as they acted, and Harry knew that the two would be a pair that would be a problem with him the rest of the school year.

Suddenly Professor McGonagall appeared behind them all to take them in to have the sorting ceremony. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were placed in Gryffindor while Draco and Abelinda were placed in Slytherin.

"There's not a witch or wizard who went bad that wasn't in Slytherin." Ron said to Harry as he watched Abelinda walk over to the Slytherin table with pride. She sat down next to Draco, who greeted her with a smile, along with the rest of the table, who was in an uproar of cheers as she sat down.

"She seems to be a great attribute to the Slytherin house." Harry said as he looked over towards her. She still had that sickly malicious smile playing on her lips as she looked up to him.

"Apparently, her family was alongside you-know-who as long as he was in power, but when he went down; her family was one of the few that never gave up on him. They still think he's out there somewhere, just hiding somewhere in the depths of the woods in a cave somewhere. Her family, along with herself, is practically dark wizard royalty. They're also one of the richest families in the wizarding community, along with the Malfoy's. Her dad's the head of the Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic too." Ron explained, while Harry still couldn't take his eyes off of her and noticed a change in her expression when she heard the name "Calysta Valentine" called to be placed. He followed her and turned his head suddenly to see a pretty girl with light brown hair and crystal blue eyes placed in Gryffindor house. Harry cheered with the rest of his table and looked back to Abelinda. She had a look of disgust as the girl sat down a few seats from Harry. He noticed as Draco leaned over towards her and she just laughed at what he whispered in her ear. She then noticed that Harry was still looking at her and she winked at him, that evil grin back upon her lips. Harry turned quickly and finished his night and when it was time for bed, he left with the rest of the Gryffindor House, not a thought of Abelinda on his mind again.