The Time of the Lion and the Snake

Chapter 1

"Love. A very powerful and very dangerous thing. One brave, charming Gryffindor boy and one cunning and misunderstood Slytherin girl will come together during their Hogwarts experience despite their vast differences. They shall create confusion, jealousy, and surprise. Friendship and agreement will draw them closer while the darkest of their generation will tear them apart. These two brave souls will be the key to the end of evil during one of the biggest battles in all of wizarding history...

The Time of the Lion and the Snake.

Hogwarts. I guess this is my own personal haven for the next seven years. I looked around, spotting parents kissing the foreheads of their eleven year old children, hoping to keep their composure in the difficult situation that is goodbyes. I would know. I would know that feeling anywhere. I wonder what that feels like; being a part of something…a family. I shook my head of the thought and made my way to the front of the train, stopping behind a group full of ginger haired boys; three of them to be exact, along with a black haired boy with broken, circular glasses who seemed really uncomfortable in his own skin.

I chuckled to myself. He must feel as out of place as I do. I'm thirteen which means I'm transferring into my third year. I used to belong at Beauxbatons, but going to an all-girls school and not being able to express my non-proper self is not a fun place to reside. I haven't been sorted into a house yet so I'm tagging along with the first years on that one. I glanced at the boys ahead of me and smiled. I should at least attempt to make friends right?

Just as I was about to tap one of the ginger boys in front of me, a young girl ran past me screaming something I couldn't make out. The boys all whipped around to find the source of the noise, but that was the wrong thing to do. When the girl ran past, I had my hand outstretched, ready to say "Hi", but the minute the others turned, my hand accidently collided with one's cheek; a twin's. I just slapped a potential friend right across the face.

I really know how to pick 'em huh?

Fred's POV:

She slapped me. A girl I have never seen in my entire life has just slapped me right across the face. "Shoot! I'm so sorry!" she said, her cheeks turning a bright red. Her honey blonde hair was in a loose bun and her eyes were the color of the sun. Why did they look like that? I'd admit that she's absolutely stunning if she wasn't so bloody crazy. I've never seen a girl look like this before. Maybe she's part veela? Still, all I could seem to say was, "Gold. Why are your eyes gold?" Suddenly all of the red that filled her face a moment ago vanished. She was back to white as a ghost. "What?" she asked, taken aback. "No one has eyes that color…who are you?" I asked, curiosity taking over every part of me. "What is it to you? I don't even know you!" she glared.

Now that made me mad.

"With all due respect Miss, you were the one who slapped me across the bloody face!" I yelled, pointing at the stinging sensation.
"That wasn't my fault! Some idiot ran past me and knocked me forward. I was actually about to introduce myself!" she stated, even louder.
I rolled my eyes. "Too late for that then isn't it? Let's head in guys." I ordered, giving the girl one last glare before dragging George, Ron and Harry onto the train. "Okay…What just happened?" George asked while Harry and Ron went to their own separate compartment. "I have no idea. Some crazy girl slaps me and then freaks out about a simple question. She's mental Georgie!" I say, leaning against my seat. "That was a little weird…she got extremely defensive. She seems like a nice girl too."
"Well then why don't you find her then? Become the best of friends!"
He glares. "I'm just saying, she didn't really slap you. You saw the girl that ran past us, she was a lunatic! It could have happened to anyone," he explained. I looked out my window, seeing the trees and sky whip past me. "I don't care Georgie. There's something off about her. I don't like it, but I need to know."
"Why so eager?" he asks, confused.

"I don't know. I just am."

"I remember how we first met and we absolutely despised each other," he said.

I smiled. "Yeah, I don't think I'll ever forget that day."

"Mean either," he agreed. "That was the day I met the girl I wanted to be with forever."

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