She was going to die and she knew it. As the looks of all those around her wasn't enough the laughter that was ringing throughout the hall was a terrifying reminder that because of her he was going to continue to live, because she couldn't do what Harry had done and just accept death. She was terrified of that concept, but deep down in her mind she knew that her seven years at Hogwarts had trained her for this final battle. All that studying and fighting and planning had come down to this simple fact.

She was dead where she stood.

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"I can't believe you're making me do this!" Clarissa Alexandria muttered between gritted teeth toward her mothers direction as they weaved in and out between the families on platform 9 ¾. Her mother, Alice, shot her a look before apologizing for bumping into some rather loud woman.

"You can believe whatever you like but the fact is you're going to school at Hogwarts. If I hear one more word of it today I will be persuaded to leave you to your own and you can find your own way around. Just be quiet until we get you onto the train then you can complain to your new friends about me til your heat's content."

Clarissa turned her head and sighed. She didn't want new friends, she wanted her old ones. The ones she had left back in America before her mother had picked her out of her life and put her in one that for the longest time she had been blocking. Magic had never really been allowed in the Alexandria household, something about her father her mother had always mumbled. Now that life that had been suppressed was the one she must choose, and it was going to be hell trying to fit into it. She knew little of magic and it wasn't like she could use her looks to get people to help her. Her appearance was at best average. She was tall, to tall for her liking, but slightly overweight which gave her body an odd shape. Her brown hair was cut to short and hung limply on the sides of her face and her eyes, which she wished would sparkle or shine, merely always held an annoying curious look.

While lost in her thoughts she ignored where she was going and slammed her toe into a post. She swore loudly causing her mother to turn around a plant a cold glare on her face. A smirk crossed Clarissa's face as she found an entrance to the train and climbed aboard.

"There we go mother, I'm safe and sound on my way to my new prison." she seethed, letting none of the bitterness hide. Her mother began with a response but it was lost to Clarissa's ears. Her attention was turned where it seemed everyone else's was. A boy with black hair and round glasses was walking around the platform looking completely lost, and it didn't help with the whispers that followed him everywhere he went.

"Clarissa are you listening to me!?" Alice chided loudly, returning Clarissa's attention to her ever attentive mother.

"Absolutely not." she said with a roll of her eyes.

"You are a stubborn child. I was merely telling you to make sure you write me at least twice a month and to get along with all the other students. Also, try not to go find trouble. I know you get bored easily but just focus on your schoolwork and if there is any trouble leave it to the people in charge."

It was the usual list of things to do that Clarissa had been hearing for the past two months, but she nodded nonetheless letting her mother think that it was just as interesting as it was the first time. Alice smiled and kissed her daughter on both cheeks before helping her lift her trunks onto the train. Owls hooted and cats meowed as she backed away and waved goodbye.

And so now Clarissa sat alone in a compartment glaring angrily at her reflection as the train pulled her farther away from the life she knew and closer toward a life she didn't know if she wanted anything to do with. Europe was to clean and to perfect for her liking. America was dirty, but it was familiar and didn't look like a freaking fairy tale setting.

A knock at her door caused her to jump slightly and she growled in annoyance. She wasn't going to share her compartment with anyone as several people had found out, including a blonde, loud mouthed boy who when she threw her shoe at him, had grabbed it and ran down the train.

"What?" she asked sharply as she turned to face the door. There standing in it looking at her was that black haired kid she had seen on the platform. He looked alarmed at her question but then smiled nervously and motioned to the compartment.

"Mind if I sit here?" he had stuttered a little bit, causing Clarissa to feel guilty for a second for snapping him.

"If you want. I'll just have to ask my invisible friends to move there asses outta the way." he looked at her as if he wasn't sure if she was joking or sincerely insane but in the end he thanked her and sat across from her. Immediately Clarissa began prodding.

"So what's your deal?"

"Excuse me?" the kid asked in a slightly offended tone. Clarissa shook her head.

"Fine we'll start with a simpler question. What do they call you?"

"Oh, Harry Potter!" he responded quickly.

"Harry Potter huh? What a boring name. Who's going to ever write books about Harry Potter?" Clarissa stuck out her tongue, and when Harry looked like he was going to leave she quickly added, "I'm blunt. I'm sorry if that bugs you but I have no need to hide what I'm thinking."

"Fine, if my name's so boring what's yours?" Harry asked as a smirk replaced the look of unease.

"Clarissa Alexandria if you must know." She sat up proudly, pretending they had just announced her name at a big event. When her back started hurting she slouched back down and turned her brown eyes to face his green ones. "So I'll ask again Harry Potter, what's your deal? Why was everyone watching you on the platform?"

Harry shrugged and looked out at the passing farmland. "I defeated the darkest wizard of our time when I was one after he killed my parents. All I have to show from it is this scar on my forehead." He lifted his bangs to show Clarissa.

She took it all in before whistling slowly. "Wow you could base a great soap opera around that background. Sucks if it's true and your not just some creative lunatic but even if you are, kudos to you." She held up a pretend toast and Harry laughed at her sincerity.

"Excuse me, you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full." A tall red haired boy asked from the door. Clarissa was about to retort in a sarcastic tone but then Harry invited him inside and she knew she was defeated. She went back to imagining kicking cows over in the fields she passed while Harry took his time to prove to this kid that he was actually Harry Potter.

"Oh Ron this is Clarissa Alexandria, who apparently has a very interesting name. Clarissa this is Ron Weasley." Clarissa turned and shot a look at Ron who visibly shrunk back and started eyeing the door.

"Oh quit flinching I'm not going to attack you. I have to get to know you first before I have a legit reason for wanting to do you bodily harm." She smirked at him as Harry laughed in the corner. Ron took her words into regard before sitting back against the seat. A trolley of sweets came by shortly there after and Harry, who was apparently loaded, bought half the items on it. The three sat and ate in complete happiness, Ron at one time mentioning his large family and Harry losing a chocolate frog out the window.

"So Clarissa," Ron started, finally getting up the courage to talk to her directly, "What's with the way you talk. You not from around here or something?"

"Nope. My parents were from here but my mom and I moved to America when I was only a few months old. Haven't left there since." She munched on a raisin flavored jelly bean.

"What about your dad?" Harry asked while sorting through the candy.

"Never knew him. He apparently was killed shortly after I was born. My mom never talks of him."

The conversation ended there seeing as Harry and Ron had the good sense to stop asking questions. Topics continued onto different things and at one point Ron attempted to turn his rat yellow, only to be interrupted by a Hermione Granger, who was an apparent book worm. She came, she insulted, she bragged, and she left leaving Ron sulking, Harry looking at his newly fixed glasses, and Clarissa deciding that maybe she wasn't going to be the most annoying person in her year. As darkness began covering the sky they all started changing into there robes.

"So you guys got my back this year?" Clarissa asked as she returned from changing. They gave her quizzical looks. "You know, you watch out and help me and I'll do the same for you?" Their mouths formed O's before they nodded and all three laughed. The train began to slow down and for the first time Clarissa didn't dread going to this school.

'I already have two guys to hang with. It'll be ok.' she thought as she grabbed her cloak and walked off the train into the inky darkness.

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