Summary; A girl arrives at Hogwarts and creates quite a stir.

Collection

By CharacterFlaws

We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies. ~Shirley Abbott

Chapter One; New Kill

The great doors opened and there she stood. A young girl, back turned, hand out offering a sweet 'thank you' to a rather bewildered Filch who carried her suitcase. The students fell silent, watching this exchange in confusion. Who?

When Filched registered that the girl was indeed being kind to him he beamed a smile which sent shivers trickling down each and every student, bending low over the proffered hand and nodding in a gesture to the hall, scuttling off towards the stair case and bowing profusely as he did. The girls shouldered lifted as she drew in a long breath. Mustering what courage she had, the girl turned. Her gasp echoed.

Dumbledore watched as the girl flowed through the middle gap and up to the stool lain out for her. She was calm, smiling but obviously nervous, her hand plucking at her skirt. She crested the dais, nodded shakily toward him and sat, facing the vast sea of students.

Oh, he giggled to himself, she will be spectacular.

Snape sat perfectly still. Not one hair moved. Any movement would certainly draw her attention, certainly, certainly… He could not let that happen. He knew her. He knew he did. But from where he most certainly didn't know. And that scared him. The quick succession of thoughts, the blackness present when he tried to picture her face, the raging headache that no amount of blocking charms would help, any newbie would know.

His mind had been tampered with and he was going to find out why.

Snape was looking weird. The girl was different. Something was definitely wrong. Harry could almost smell her fear, her nervous shaking, the tremor of her lip. And yet, those eyes, so defiant and strong. Who…?

'Alexandra Paterson. She's the new student. Sixteen and muggle born.' Oh. Trust Hermione.

'Blood hell, Hermione. Do you have to know everything?'

'We met her on the train Ronald, you know, when you had your tongue down Lavenders throat? I suggest next time you pay attention to your duties as prefect…'

When it came to ignoring petty arguments, Harry had it down to an art.

Another muggle born. Draco could sense it. Her gasp as she saw the great hall. Pitiful. Saddening, Hogwarts introducing the filth, even after their due date. What could they possibly hope to teach her?

Pansy hand skidded across his and he flinched. Her breath was hot on his ear. 'You seem enamoured, Draco. Will I have to watch my ground?'

Draco peered into her simpering face, throwing a disgusted glance towards the girl whom made Severus squirm in hatred. 'Only to be sure not to step in any filth. New kill, Pansy.'

'Just put me anywhere. Just, somewhere they'll…accept me? Oh, I don't know.'

'You don't seem to know a lot of things, child?'

'I'm new here.'

'Yes, yes, I see that. But who are you?'

'I was under the impression this is what this is for.'

'You astound me, child. Surely you know. I simply put you where you want.'

'I thought…'

'Many do.'

'Why you scabby old thing. I don't know what I want.'

'Then tell me who you are.'

'Alexandra Paterson.'

'No, your family, child. Where you come from. You want to go to where you come from.'

'Back home? That sounds perfect.'

'And? Your home?'

'49b Baker Street, Greenwhich.'

'Oh, child, I see. You have a long way to go and a long way to come.'

It gave a small sigh, lifting off her head in a breeze and she hastily grabbed it, lest it should fly away.

'Ouch, ah, well. Little I can do, I'm afraid. You may choose.'

This is a little experiment. I've written before (unfortunatley I have deleted thses, perhaps will upload if people wish it. They are Jane Eyre stories) but they've always been very long winded and I've never been able to keep them up.

I was inspired by some of the amazingly brillaint HPFF writers out there to give the realm a little try. Hopefully I'll be able to live up to them.

For this I have a small outline of the plot, however it may stay as just a one-shot. I hope to expand and with the way I'm writing, in short little burst, things should crop up and flow together on their own and be quite frequent.

I'd love to hear your views on this story, do you like it, the way it's written? and also where do you think it's going? Who do you think Alexandra is/looks like?

Thank you, An x