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Off to HogwartsBrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnngggggggg! Went Sophie's alarm clock. She pulled the covers over her to stifle the annoying sound emanating from the tiny clock.
When she couldn't take it anymore and knew that she had to get up, she reached over to her dresser, grabbed the clock, and threw it across the room where it finally went silent.
Great…I think I broke it, she thought as she opened her eyes underneath the covers. She was about to go back to sleep when she remembered something that made her sit bolt upright.
"What's the date today?" she said quietly to herself. Nearly falling out of bed in her haste to get out, she crossed her room and flipped open her calendar.
"September first," she said. She ran her fingers through her light brown hair. It had been exactly a week since she had last spoken to her clan. And now it was time for her to go to Hogwarts.
Hogwarts! How could she forget? Scolding herself for forgetting why this day was important, she grabbed the train ticket her uncle had given her a week before and read what time she had to leave.
"Eleven o'clock," she said breathing easily.
Walking to where her clock fell, she picked it up, muttered "Reparo" and looked at the time.
Although she approved of using wands for magic instead of her hands, she had to admit, her ability came in handy when she was in a tight spot.
10:45 said the clock.
"Ohmigod, I overslept!" she said as she rushed to take a shower and get changed. She whipped through her shower and changed into a black turtleneck, a black and red plaid knee high skirt, black tights and black shoes.
For the finishing touch, she added a crystal heart necklace that her father had given her for her third birthday. She wore that necklace everywhere she went. Her father died two years later.
She didn't hate her mother for it, after all, wasn't she the one who chose to be married to a vampire in the first place? She knew that her mother couldn't have done anything; her family had tied her up and locked her in the basement of their home.
When her mother was pregnant with Sophie, she had to flee her own house because the rest of her family wanted Sophie dead. So now, Sophie and her mother live here, in her uncle's chateau overlooking the sea away from any human contact.
The only company they had was the undead kind. Sophie didn't mind though…she was used to it. After quickly brushing her hair, she looked at herself in the mirror.
Sophie had olive colored skin that was never blemished with ugly pimples thanks to the vampire blood in her, shoulder length light brown hair, which she loved and pampered everyday, long slender legs, a long face with an average looking nose, (which she hated) and in her opinion very nice breasts.
However the more Sophie looked at herself in the mirror, the more she came to hate herself.
Deep down in her heart, Sophie couldn't wait for the day when her reflection disappeared and she would never have to look at herself again. But, if her reflection had to go, she would have one regret.
She would miss her eyes. She loved her eyes. They were a midnight blue with silver around the outside. In fact, her eyes were the only things she liked about herself. Other than that she would rather have her reflection gone forever.
She smiled at the thought. Then she looked at the time.
10:55
"Shit! Mum! I'm going to be late! We have to get to the station!" she yelled as she ran out of her room and down the stairs.
"Don't worry, dear, your stuff is already packed and Henry is in his cage on top of your trunk," said her mother once Sophie entered the kitchen and pointing to the corner. Her mother was dressed in jeans and a blue turtleneck.
Like Sophie, she also had olive skin but instead of blue eyes and light brown hair, she had black hair and dark brown eyes.
Henry was perched in his cage clicking his beak in annoyance for having to wait for her all morning.
"Oh, shut up Henry, I'm here aren't I?" she told him. She turned to her mother. "How are we going to get there?" she asked, "We only have five minutes so it better be fast."
"Do you have your ticket?" asked her mother. "Yes," she said holding it up for her mother to see.
"Good," she said. "Now, on means on how we're going to get there," she smiled at Sophie, "we're going to Apparate."
Sophie groaned.
"All right, fine," she said. She hated Apparating. She and her mother stood next to Sophie's trunk and closed their eyes. "Ready?" asked Sophie's mother. "Mmhmm," said Sophie clutching her mother's arm.
Seconds later, Sophie felt everything around her being pushed into her in all directions. She couldn't breathe, her eyes were being pushed back into her head along with her eardrums, until finally—
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!" she heard the scream of a whistle being blown and opened her eyes.
There, in all its magical glory, stood the Hogwarts Express. "Sophie hurry and get a seat, you only have a couple minutes," her mother said ushering her to the train.
Once she was on the train, it began to move at once. "Bye, Mum! I love you!" she called through a window. "Good-bye, Sophie! I'll miss you!" yelled her mother with tears in her eyes.
Sophie waved to her mother until she could no longer see her and then maneuvered her trunk through the train to find an empty compartment. Once she found one, she squeezed her trunk inside, placed it in the storage cabinet over the seats, (with some difficulty) and took Henry out of his cage to stretch his wings.
"Well, Henry, this is it. We're going to Hogwarts," Sophie said stroking his feathers.
"Honestly, Ron, how many times must I tell you, you cannot Apparate on Hogwarts grounds," said a voice after a couple hours. Sophie had been looking out the window and daydreaming with Henry on her shoulder when she heard it. It sounded like a girl's voice…and a bossy one to boot.
"Oh come off it, it was just a dream anyway, why do you always have to take everything so literally?" said a boy's voice. "Yeah, you really have to lighten up, Hermione. Let Ron be Ron for once. He can make himself look stupid if he wants to—ow!" said another boy's voice that Sophie assumed had just been smacked in the head.
Judging by the way the voices were getting louder, she knew that the people of which the voices belonged to were coming closer.
How right she was.
A minute later, her compartment door opened and in walked three teenagers about Sophie's age. The girl, whom Sophie knew was Hermione, had bushy brown hair and brown eyes. She looked about Sophie's height, 5'5". She was also wearing her Hogwarts robes.
One boy was tall and lanky with fiery red hair and lots of freckles that dotted his face. The other boy was slightly shorter than the redhead and had jet-black hair that seemed to grow in every direction, round glasses, and a lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
It took them about half a second to figure out Sophie was there.
"Hello, who are you?" said the redhead. Hermione hit him on the shoulder. "What?" he whispered. "Don't be rude," she hissed. Sophie stood up, not wanting to appear rude to these people.
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger," she said offering her hand to Sophie.
"Hi," she said shaking it.
"I'm Ron Weasley," said the redhead shaking Sophie's hand.
"And I'm Harry Potter," said the other boy, also shaking Sophie's hand.
"We didn't catch your name," said Ron looking at Sophie.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Sophie. Sophie Florence," she said as the four of them sat down. Henry (who was still on her shoulder) nipped her ear.
"Ow. And this is Henry, my Barn Owl," she added as Henry swooped down and allowed himself to be patted by all three of them. While they were petting Henry, Sophie was thinking of other things…like what type of blood each of them had.
A pureblood, she thought, that's very rare. His blood would taste divine. But he hangs out with the Mudblood, Hermione. He's a blood-traitor. He is soiled. But the other, Sophie looked at Harry, who was still petting Henry, no. He's a Mudblood too. She sighed. Tough luck, Sophie. Looks like you won't have any of these people for dinner.
"That's fine with me," said Sophie loudly.
"What's fine with you?" asked Harry. "Uhh…what you guys were talking about," she said nervously.
"That killing house-elves should be legal?" said Hermione angrily. "She's got a thing for house-elves," whispered Ron behind his hand. Sophie's face fell.
"Of course not, killing house-elves shouldn't be legal," she said.
"Neither should pot, but people still smoke it," said Harry making Ron and Sophie laugh. The laughter was killed when they looked at Hermione.
She was just about to open her mouth to argue when a plump lady carrying a trolley of sweets opened the compartment door to ask if they would like anything.
"Absolutely," said Ron getting up and rushing to her like lighting. Harry got up (which made Henry hoot angrily as he was sitting on Harry's lap) and followed Ron. When they came back, they were carrying armfuls of sweets and pastries. Hermione was next…she only got one Pumpkin Pasty.
"Would you like anything, dear?" asked the Sweets Woman. "Uh, no thank you. I'll share with them," said Sophie. She watched as the woman left. "We've got plenty of stuff here, we can share," said Harry offering her a Chocolate Frog. Sophie looked at the tiny package.
"Are these real frogs?" she asked. Harry shook his head. "No," he said. "It's just a spell. All you have to do is hold it tight, and bite off the head," he added with a smile. Sophie took the package and sat down.
Then she opened it, and caught the frog in mid-jump as it was attempting to escape. Sophie held the frog by its hind legs, smiling evilly. How she loved to see her prey squirm before she ended its life.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione noticed how her eyes changed from a midnight blue, to a blood red. Then, in one swift movement, she stuffed the frog into her mouth and chewed greedily. They heard the frog scream in pain. When she swallowed, her eyes changed back to their natural color and she looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
They stared at her like she had fifteen heads. Ron's Pasty fell out of his mouth and Harry and Hermione put down there own Chocolate Frogs and let them escape.
"What?" asked Sophie.
"N-nothing," said Ron. The four sat in stunned silence until—
WHAM! The compartment door burst open. Harry, Ron, and Hermione each stood up wands raised, ready to fire anything that came to mind.
"Put your wand down, Weasel, before you poke an eye out," said a voice. Sophie turned her head to look at the door. There, leaning against the frame stood a boy with white blond hair smirking at the three of them. He was tall, with icy blue eyes. Sophie also noticed how muscular he was.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he said. "A blood-traitor, a Mudblood…ah, and Scarface," said the boy smirking.
"What the hell do you want, Malfoy?" said Harry his voice dripping with venom.
Malfoy, thought Sophie, he's definitely a pureblood. She licked her lips, he'll taste delicious.
"Easy, Potter. With the type if filth you hang around with, I doubt you can do anything to me," said Malfoy, "besides, I want to get to know your new friend." He nodded towards Sophie. She stood up.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy. My name is Sophie Florence, it's a pleasure to meet you," she said. She offered her hand for a handshake. The human side of her was screaming in protest.
"The pleasure's all mine," he said shaking her hand. "And please, feel free to call me Draco," he added.
"Draco," said Sophie quietly. "Would you perhaps be the son of Lucius Malfoy?" she asked Draco.
"Yes," he said smiling.
"Mmm, I see," she said. "Well, then, like the rest of your family, you're a slimy git. And I suggest you leave at once before I curse you into oblivion," she added as Henry placed her wand in her hand and she pointed it threateningly at Malfoy.
A pink tinge could be seen on Malfoy's pale face but nevertheless, he obeyed. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at Sophie with respect and satisfaction.
"Wow," said Ron. "That was brilliant."
"You should definitely be in Gryffindor house," said Harry.
"I agree," said Hermione.
"I never asked…is this your first time at Hogwarts?" asked Harry. Sophie nodded.
"Yeah, I'd…rather not get into detail though so please…don't ask," said Sophie.
"You won't have enough time to explain anyway," said Ron.
"Why's that?" asked Hermione.
"Because we're at Hogwarts. Welcome, Sophie," said Harry, smiling at her.