Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the Harry Potter world or its characters. Those belong to the wonderful Jo Rowling whom is my idol. The only character I claim is Sydney, and she is of my own creation. laughs

This fic is rated T for teens, but there will be some sensuality, language, and things of that sort. if this bothers you, this is your warning not to read it!

Please, No flaming. It's lame and I don't appreciate it... now constructive criticism is an entirely different pot of soup

Okies, first off, I have a load of people to thank for helping me with my second fan fic that I've let people read, and the first one that I don't consider rubbish, so here it goes:

Arie my fantabulous beta-er

Jo my muse She helped me come up with the name... the bloody name had been evading me for weeks, and then i talk to Jo and the name is there. points to beret on Jo's head see, she's muse-ish

Jenny- Helping me with this fic, and reading it, and making me feel like a wonderful writer, though I will never EVER be as writerish as you!

And everyone else thats helped me and been there. and Jadey for reading the first chapter and helping me find my beta-er

Now without further ado, The first chapter of this fic

Chapter 1… Unnamed fic….

Sydney DiAngelo looked up at the sky that was growing cloudier by the moment, savoring the light wind that gently kissed her cheek and played with her raven black hair. This year would be different; she just knew it. Then again, switching from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts after the incident would make it different already.

Then she started, her sixth sense telling her someone was watching her. She turned her ice blue eyes toward the crowd; knowing fully well she wouldn't be able to find the person staring at her. So she then sighed, gave up, and turned to get on the train to claim an empty compartment.

Upon finding what seemed like the only empty compartment on the entire train and storing her trunk in the rack above her head, she settled down to read one of her favorite muggle books, Twilight. She was so engrossed in the book that she didn't hear the people coming into her compartment.

"Father was showing me this new potion, well, more like poison…" the boy laughed. "He said that if made correctly, it would cause havoc in the love life and eventually death of a broken heart. Now, normally I wouldn't be interested in such a thing, but this one seems rather interesting. He actually gave me a few vials-" The boy cut off. "What the hell do you think your'redoing in MY compartment?!"

Startled, Sydney jumped and dropped her book. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take it, it was the only one left alone…" she faltered as she felt the boy's brilliant gray eyes bore into hers.

Suddenly, to the dismay of the boy's companions, his face softened. "It's okay, you can stay here till we get there. Just don't expect it all the time now." He took his seat, pretended she wasn't there, and went on talking about that poison.

Sydney couldn't help but stare at the blonde boy over her book. Obviously what he had said to her, about staying in the compartment, wasn't something he would normally say, judging by the looks on his friends' faces. But she couldn't help but find herself attracted to the blond haired, gray-eyed boy…

"You really should put your robes on. Normally you don't go into the Great Hall without them unless you're trying to make a scene." The blonde told her a few hours later.

"Oh," she said, startled as she looked up from her book. "I guess I should." As she rummaged through her trunk, she felt the blonde staring at her back. After a moment of rummaging in her trunk, she found her robes and put them on while turning around.

"You're not sorted?" the blonde asked her, astonished. "Who the hell are you anyway?"

Sydney laughed, "I'm a transfer from Beauxbatons, name's Sydney. Sydney DiAngelo."

"DiAngelo? Are you of the-"

"No," she quickly cut him off. "I'm not of those DiAngelo's." She looked down sadly into her lap. "At least, I don't claim to be one anymore," she said quietly to herself.

"Firs' years this way! Firs' years with me!" Sydney heard the voice, and wondered whom in the name of Merlin that was. "Miss DiAngelo. This way. Into the boats now. You're to be sorted." A giant man with shaggy hair and a shaggy beard, and a moleskin overcoat told her.

Sydney sighed; going across the lake was the last thing she wanted to do.

She got down into one of the boats when she heard someone behind her say, "May I sit with you? Everywhere else is full."

Sydney had expected it to a scrawny soon-to-be-first-year, but she was pleasantly surprised to see a girl about her own age. The girl was tall, with chestnut brown hair and emerald green eyes.

"My name's Victoria." The girl said while she tilted her head to the side and quickly gave a bow. "Victoria Anae."

"DiAngelo, Sydney!"

Sydney hadn't realized the hat had gone through Amberdeen, Joshua to Hufflepuff; Anae, Victoria to Slytherin; Bekora, Amanda to Gryffindor; Bandolia, Heather to Hufflepuff; and Dominique, Chrysanthemum to Ravenclaw. Now it was her turn…

As she sat on the short stool and let the sorting hat rest on the crown of her head, she heard it talking to her… Brilliant… The talking hat… What next? Talking hippogriffs?

"Ahh, DiAngelo. You're a new one… sort of like Anae… I see you have an aura like she did… Only yours is strange…. So the DiAngelo's… Sorry to hear about your mother. But what of your father? He didn't seem to like France much did he?"

"My father… hah, I have no father. I don't claim him at all! He took my mother, my life, my friends, everything from me! Now I'm stuck here! In this bloody place for Merlin only knows how long because he's an idiot!"

"Slow down Sydney. I meant no harm… With all that anger, better be Slytherin… That's the best place for you."

She heard a cheer from the Slytherin table and saw Victoria wave her to a seat next to her. As she looked down the table, she caught her blonde staring at her. She gave him a coy smile, and turned to talk to Victoria in a very animated manner.

Maybe the year wouldn't be so bad after all…