Disclaimer: Okay, don't own Harry Potter, or none of the songs in this story. If we own a song 1) we'll say so and 2) you most likely won't recognize it, unless you happen to go to WCMS or are one of our friends….

Okay, just before you start, I (we) just wanted to say that we are trying to write this together… but we decided we would do that by chapters, so if you are really good at spotting writing differences, you will be able to tell which Kristi wrote, and which was written by me (Emmy)

This of course was written by Kristi… so I won't take credit for it…. Lol

Blood Of Black
Chapter One
Written?
Typed: December 1, 29, 2004
Posted: January 23, 2005

Did I grow up according to plan?
Do you think I'm wasting my time?
Doing things I wanna do?
'Cuz it hurts when you disapprove all along
I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore

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Harry, Hermione, and Ron hoisted their bags into the luggage compartment of the black and scarlet Hogwarts train, glad to be on their way to school once again, Harry definetly not an exception.

"Merlin, I really need to work out more," Hermione said, finding a booth compartment for them.

"Yeah, the only thing you exercise is your brain," Ron commented, sitting down across from her.

"And the only thing you exercise is your mouth. And I would shut it if I were you, before I make sure it stops," She took out her wand, and pointed it at his mouth. "Permanently," She smirked, and Ron shut up. Harry chuckled.

"Even though I'm happy to see the both of you again, I really did not miss your bickering, and stupid arguments." Harry said.

"Oh, shut up, Harry." Ron said miserably, slouching in his seat.

"I'm all for the silence." Harry looked out his window, watching the scenery fly by.

In a few compartments down, Roxyane (aka Roxxi), and the few friends she did have, were chatting away about summer vacation.

"I went to Paris for the Fourth of July. I can't believe that mother actually made me celebrate that silly American holiday," Lizzie rolled her eyes.

"You think that's bad? I went over there for a week. Filthy. They don't even have a King or Queen like we do. They have-oh, what do you call it? A Preesibent," Lillia scoffed.

"You mean President," Roxxi corrected, snapping the rubber band she had in her hair, making a half bun. She fixed her studded belt. Her friends seemed to become preppier each year, and it was really beginning to make her sick. Like right now, they were both wearing the shortest skirts you can imagine, and shirts that showed a bit too much cleavage. And to make it worse, they really didn't have a lot to begin with in the first place.

"Whatever," Lillia said, and then continued. "The only good thing over there is the clothes. I got this skirt and seven others, plus four shirts."

"And don't forget those potato sticks," Lizzie laughed her polite, high-pitched, annoying laugh, and tossed her hair over her shoulders.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Draco Malfoy walked in. Lillia and Lizzie fixed their skirts, and gave him seductive smiles. He smirked, and Roxxi rolled her eyes.

"What do you want?" Roxxi gave him a glare, and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's bad enough to have to see you at home, but you are really beginning to abuse the priviledge."

"What? Can't an older brother come visit his baby sister?" His voice was sickenly sweet.

"Not without a reason you can't," Roxxi spat.

"I only came in here to tell you to get your robes on. I don't know what kind of person you are here to represent, but you are a disgrace to our family. I can't believe father lets you wear those," Draco glared at her then left.

"What family?" Roxxi said. She grabbed her robes, and then flung them at the door, which then fell into a pile. "I don't understand the fucking word!"

The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as all of the years chattered on about summer, crushes, and teachers. Harry, Hermione, and Ron seated, and Hermione started going on about this year's end of the year test, and studying, and what books were going to help them do so. Harry and Ron only sighed, and rolled their eyes in return.

Soon after, the two big golden doors opened, and McGonagall walked in with the first years. They approached the old sorting hat, and she opened the list of new students.

"No song this year huh?" Ron leaned over, and whispered to Hermione.

"Well it must be hard to think of one each and every year," Hermione gave him a look that told him to shut up and pay attention.

"Sputing, Reetha," McGonagall's voice rang throughout the hall. The nervous looking girl approached the hat, and sat down on the stool. McGonagall placed it on her head, and the hall went quiet, waiting.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat cried, breaking the silence. Reetha jumped off the stool, and headed toward the ecstatic table.

"Puffling, Henry?"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Menrith, Aretring?"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Cohaulgin, Tia?"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Iginista, Misialla?"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Qeshia, Robert?"

"RAVENCLAW!"

After, Dumbledore stood, and raised his hand. The food appeared, and everyone dug right in. But before anyone could even begin to feel full, the doors burst open with a loud noise, slamming into the walls.

"Sorry about the walls, I haven't used that power much over the summer, so it's still a little off," The girl waved her hand at the doors, as they swung shut.

No one really noticed the power, though some were really impressed. No, they were staring because it was what she was wearing. Her hair was down. And every dark strand was in perfect place. Her emerald eyes stared right at the headmaster, sparkling like the stars. Her full lips were coated until shiny and smooth. Her eyelids were covered in black, and eyeliner was definitely visible, making her eyes stand out more. Her skin glowed, and was smooth. Her shirt black fishnetting on the arm part, and covered half of her hand. The part that covered her chest was black, and showed a bit of her stomach, but nothing more. Her pants were black UFO's and she had a black studded belt around her lower waist. Her shoes were Etnies, with a green E, and black for the rest. She wore one piece of jewelry: a necklace with about sixty soda taps around it.

"Ah, Miss Bryant. I see you have arrived," Dumbledore stood, and pointed at the old sorting hat, which sat neatly on the stool. She looked at it, then made her way down the side with a smirk on her face.

"Who the hell is that?" Lillia's eyes bored into the girls back, as if to burn a hole there.

"She looks like the devil incarnate. You think she dangerous?" Lizzie asked.

At this Roxxi made a snort like sound 'What the fuck are these people talking about. She's like me… in some ways.' And then she rolled her eyes.

"With clothes like that, and the smirk on her face, I have to say how she looks is definetly self-explanatory," Lillia said, and dabbed blush on her cheeks. Roxxi rolled her eyes and looked over to the Slytherin table, and to her surprise her brother was looking over their way.

'What the hell is he doing?' She thought to herself. Draco then smirked and looked over to her "friends", but not before Roxxi could mouth 'fuck off' to him.

Meanwhile, the girl placed the hat on her head and sat down on the stool. The faces of the Hall were straight, and an eerie kind of silence hung in the air, thick like smoke.

"Difficult. Very difficult." She heard in her ear. "Almost as difficult as when Harry Potter placed me on his head."

"Harry goes to Hogwarts?" She asked, completely surprised. She scanned the tables for the face, and finally found it-at the Gryffindor table.

"Yes he does. Now I have three houses for you - Ravenclaw, Slytherin, or Gryffindor. You possess all of the qualities each house has. But I think you would be best in Gryffindor."

She thought about in for a long second, then said, "Gryffindor."

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat yelled, and she placed it back on the stool, heading for the table. She chose the open seat next to Hermione. She sat, and looked at the people around her, staring with their jaws hanging open. Hermione made a whimpering sound, and turned the other way. The girl leaned across the table, and pushed Harry and Ron's jaws closed.

"You shouldn't keep your mouths open like that. It's not polite, and I think you had food in them." She smiled then turned, and held out a hand to Hermione.

"Kyley Bryant. Nice to meet you," Kyley's voice was quiet, and soft, making Hermione calm down a bit, and she turned, shaking it.

"Hermione Granger," Her voice was welcoming, and Kyley smiled in return. She let go, and held out her hand to Harry, who looked at it for a moment, then grasped it. Both of them automatically felt a shock that slithered up their spines, and they both let go instantly.

"Static electricity," Kyley said, making it seem like nothing happened. Harry smiled.

"Harry Potter."

Kyley smiled at him slightly, then turned to Ron. She held out her hand to him.

"Um, my-I, it's-" Ron couldn't seem to get the words out.

"Um, my, it's- what?" Kyley asked.

Ron took her hand, blushed and said, "Will you go out with me?"

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Okay, the end of the first chapter. I (we) hope it is to you liking…. But other then that…. I (we) don't care if you send us critism.

The song at top is "Perfect" by Simple Plan. One time my mom had to go Christmas shopping, and my aunt told her to get "simply plain"'s new cd... my mom goes to me "Emily, who's simply plain." I just go, "Simple Plan mom, Simple Plan." We laughed so much that Christmas…

Any weird Christmas/any holiday stories... I'd love to hear... especially if they were in a review.

By the way, when i was typing up those names, and when i was reading them at school (in a very quiet study period mind you) i started laughing (and during school some people looked at me funny)