AN: I have a really good idea for a story so I felt like expressing my story on this website. I hope everything goes well!
I heard the train roll into platform nine and three quarters. I grabbed my luggage and prepared to board the train. But before I get back to that, I should tell you who I am and how I got here. You see, it's all kind of a blur. My name is Abby Morris. I'm seventeen years old. I'm originally from Manchester. My parents accidently died in a fire when I was two and I've lived with my aunt ever since. She's a massive fucking cunt and I hate her! I've always fantasized about killing her in her sleep and I regret not doing it before I left.
I've been getting letters from Hogwarts ever since I was 11. And for years I was unable to go because of my aunt. While I was kept holed up in her house during my teen years, I fell in love with the local punk rock scene. I loved every minute and I blended right in. I also developed a heroin addiction around that time and I discovered the oddest thing. I never really suffered as much as my friends did from the drug. I have no idea why. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm a witch.
I developed a close circle of muggle friends that were far more supportive than my bitch aunt. A couple months ago, I decided I had enough. Like I said, it's all kind of a blur, but I remember the shouting match I had with my aunt that culminated in me storming out with my stuff and staying with a friend. And sure enough, the letters to Hogwarts started coming to my friend's house. With no aunt to stop me, I was finally able to go to Hogwarts.
A month and some school supply shopping later, here I am at Platform 9 and three quarters. I stand out among the crowd. I took the school uniform I bought and "modified" it to let people know I'm a punk. It's all ripped up and has cigarette burns on it. I was also wearing a bondage coller on my neck. My hair is mid-length, straight and brown.
Sure enough, the train rolled up and I got on. I looked around looking for somewhere to sit. With someone who is like me. Are there any other punks on this train? I thought. I was worried that I would be all alone since my muggle friends weren't gonna be here with me.
Then as I got close to the back of the train, I saw the closet thing to a punk. This weird gothic kid with greasy black hair. He was staring out the window and into the existential abyss.
"Can I sit here?" I asked. He looked up at me and said "Yeah I guess so".
I sat across from him. I introduced myself.
"Hi I'm Abby" I said.
"Severus" the kid said back.
Then Sererus said "I take it you're new here?"
"Yeah. I replied. It's kinda crazy..." then a red-haired girl plopped herself down right next to Severus.
"Hello! I'm Lily Evans! I've never seen you before. Are you a transfer student?" she said.
I told her my name and my situation at home.
"Oh my! You're that girl they were talking about last year!" She gasped.
"Huh?" I said.
"Last year they were talking about some girl that couldn't come to Hogwarts for six years straight because of her horrible home life. You must be that girl!"
I couldn't believe I was this famous in the wizarding world. Me, just another punk back home, was this talked about here. The girl who couldn't go to Hogwarts for six years straight because of her bitch aunt. It's like I stepped into a parallel universe.
Severus seemed half-interested in our conversation, but he seemed to be more into staring out into space. A minute later, Severus muttered "Oh shit..."
I looked over at what he was looking at. I saw a tall boy with black hair, hazel eyes and glasses and he was accompianed by a good-looking boy who also had black hair and a smug grin on his face. Behind them were another handsome boy with sandy hair and what looked like scars on his face, and a fat boy.
They came up to our table. The grinning black-haired boy spoke first.
"My my. Who would have thought this little twat would have been able to pick up a gal off the streets?"
"Fuck off Sirius! We're having a conversation!" Yelled Lily loudly.
Then it hit me what Sirius was implying. I was FURIOUS. How dare this sleazebag call me a hoe! I got up and bitch-slapped Sirius.
"I. AM. NOT. A. PROSTITUTE!" I screamed.
Time seemed to go by slowly. Everyone was staring at us. Sirius had a visible red mark on his cheek. After what seemed like forever, the boy with the glasses spoke.
"Come on, let's get out of here." he said and then he, Sirius and the fat kid left. The shy sandy-haired boy remained and just stared at us in disbelief as if trying to comprehend what just happened.
"What you want to talk shit about me too?" I said.
"N-No." he said and then he left too. I sat down and no one seemed to care about what was going on anymore.
"Who were they?" I asked.
"The kid you bitch-slapped was Sirius Black". said Lily. "The kid in the glasses is James Potter. The fat kid is Peter Pettigrew. And the other kid is Remus Lupin. Stay away from them. They are nothing but trouble."
"No shit!" I replied.
"Hey thanks for helping me. I hate those bastards so much. Last year, I had to go to St. Mungos three times because of them!" said Severus.
"I know how you feel. I regret letting my aunt live before I came here" I said.
We talked some more. I learned that Severus is in the Slytherin house and Lily was in the Griffindor house. I really wanted to be in the Slytherin house because 1) Severus is in there and he seems really nice. Plus he kinda reminded me of some of the punk boys I knew back home in Manchester and I think we could get along really well and 2) Those four cunts are in Griffindor and I do NOT want to be with them!
Eventually, the train pulled up and we got off and headed for Hogwarts.
AN: Sorry there's no lemon yet, but we have to get through the introduction stuff before we can get to that. I have some REALLY good kink ideas that would work well in this fanfic!