Note: Hi!!! I'm back, and reasonably quickly too...I usually take SOOO long to update, but I decided that I'm gonna try not to do that anymore~~~ Anyways, here's chapter one, I'm sorry it's still going so slowly, but I have to ease into the plot or else everything will get confusing. Don't worry, a plot will come into play eventually~ Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own any of the characters in this story except for the ones that you've never seen in the books or movies. Anything else that you don't recognize from the Harry Potter series(like the plot) is mine, but everything else belongs to J. K. Rowling.

Your facade doesn't fool me,
It confuses me
Why do you hide yourself
Behind an ugly character?
-anonymous


Chapter 1: First Confrontation

In a tower, up a set of stairs, behind a statue of a dragon, two people stood in an office, silence weighing down the air. There was tension in the air as the female of the pair paced. Finally, turning to the aging man sitting behind a desk sucking on a lemon drop, she crinkled her nose.

"Is it really wise Albus, to bring them together once more?"

The man's hand was extended, reaching for another sweet, but upon hearing her accusing voice, he withdrew it. Turning to her, he studied her before replying with confidence,

"We are in the middle of a war Minerva. If we are to stand any chance of winning, they must be together again."

The transfiguration professor sighed. Shaking her head, she turned toward the door, ready to walk out. With one thin hand on the door handle, she paused.

"I will always trust your judgment Albus, but sometimes I wonder what goes on in that brilliant mind of yours."

His blue eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Brilliant things Minerva, brilliant things."

Elizabeth stumbled as she attempted to push through the ever growing crowd. She had been in the station for less than five minutes and she had already lost sight of her escort. Around 9:30 Tom had come up to her room to inform her that she had a guest. Knowing full well why she had a guest, she tromped down the stairs with her trunk in tow where she was met with the sight of Nymphadora Tonks, bubble gum pink hair and all. The exuberant metamorphmagus had spared no time for talking and had apparated them to Kings Cross immediately. That was an experience that Elizabeth definitely didn't want to repeat anytime soon.

When they first arrived, the place was virtually empty, but Tonks had warned her that soon enough it would be bursting.

"If you get lost, find the brick pillar in between platforms 9 and 10 and run straight at it. That's how you'll get to the Hogwarts express." She had said, before barreling toward the platforms. Elizabeth had tried to catch up, she really did, but true to Tonks' word the station seemed to fill faster than seemingly possible.

Now she was being crushed by muggles and for all she knew, no where near platform's 9 and 10. Still dragging her trunk, she tried to get a bearing of what was going on beyond the crowd. The method of standing on her tip-toes proving useless, she sighed and sing her elbow, she pushed through to the edge of the crowd. Finally breaking through the mass of people, she panted for a moment, then turned back.

Stretching to see over heads, she saw that platform 9 was immediately in front of her, while 10 was to the left. I can do this she thought before breathing in deeply. Letting out a whoosh of air she tensed her arms, then ran at sea of bodies, shoving her way through gaps and all the way to the other side.

When she passed through, a surge of accomplishment ran through her body. Smiling in glee, she began walking briskly, looking for the brick wall that served as an entryway to Platform 9 and 3/4. When she saw the square pillar with a sign for both platforms 9 and 10 on it, she glanced around quickly, making sure that no one would see her, then began sprinting full speed at the barrier. A weird sensation flowed through her as she passed through the illusioned wall and within seconds she heard the trilling whistle of the crimson Hogwarts Express.

When her surroundings came into focus, she couldn't help but stop and stare; it was so overwhelming. She felt her face break out into a huge smile, and was sure that anyone passing by would think she was mentally unstable. Unfortunately, she just couldn't help it. It was like nothing she had ever expected; the atmosphere itself was amazing, and the presence it seemed to reek of was overpowering, in a good way. Elizabeth felt like her entire soul was engulfed in a soft magic casing, it was impossible to describe the feeling of it.

She sighed peacefully, before shaking herself out of her trance and observing the platform itself. There were students EVERYWHERE! All with trunks, some with familiars. Some already in their Hogwarts Robes, most not. Elizabeth looked down at her own muggle clothes, and shrugged. At least she wasn't the only one.

Adjusting her grip on the school trunk, she began moving slowly down the platform, looking for an empty space where she could stop, rest her trunk, and just observe in silence like she was used to. As she walked, her mind started to wander, asking itself questions, and she fell into a half daze, unaware of her surroundings.

I wonder which house I'll be sorted into...Will I make friends if I continue to be silent? I hope the curriculum isn't too different from Salem Academy...I don't want to be behind. Truthfully, I'm kind of scared. What if no one will accept me? What if they make fun of me cause I never speak, or worse, what if they think I'm stuck up?!?! Dumbledore seemed to understand that I just didn't want to speak..but what about the other professors? What if they try to make me answer? I'm scared.

She was so absorbed in her innermost thoughts that she didn't see the person standing by himself right in front of her. She didn't even realize there was anything there until a few seconds later when she ran smack into him. With a small 'oof' she felt herself fall backwards and flinched, waiting for an impact that never came. Upon realizing that she wasn't falling and that there was a warm hand holding her arm up, she opened one eye, and was met with a pair of concerned shining grey eyes.

Those eyes were attached to an overly pale face with a slightly long nose, a semi-frowning mouth, and a head of messy blonde hair. Elizabeth felt her lips form a small 'O' as she felt her cheeks blush. I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! she thought desperately, unable to even try to speak.

"Are you okay?"

He had spoken. With a little tremble, she realized that she was expected to reply. Shooting out of his grasp, she nodded her head yes, and straightened her school trunk. His eyes seemed to relax, and his shoulders slackened.

"That's good, you look kind of addled. You shouldn't space out so much."

She felt her face flush further, and she nodded again. He raised an eyebrow at her, questioning her with his alluring silver eyes.

"How come you don't talk?" He asked, his eyes showing that he was obviously truthfully interested. Her eyes saddened and he instantly held up his hands.

"I'm sorry, if you can't tell me, it's okay. I was just asking, hey don't be sad."

She looked away from him, refusing to meet his gaze, then glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. She tried to tell him with her face "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you." He seemed to understand because he smiled.

"I won't pry in things that aren't my business, but we really need to find a way for you to communicate with me. I'd like to be your friend, but how can I do that if I can't talk with you?"

Elizabeth grinned at him, trying to tell him with her smile that she'd like that, and sub consciously started thinking of ways that they could communicate without talking, on her part at least. She was rudely interrupted by a loud voice from behind them.

"Malfoy! Stop bugging all of the new students! I'm sure that none of them want to hang around the likes of you!"

The nice looking boy in front of her suddenly shifted his expression from a kind, friendly smile, to an unflattering sneer. He shoved his hands into his pockets and started mumbling to himself.

"Great...just what I need... the Golden Trio."

Elizabeth tilted her head. Golden Trio? Suddenly, a group of three students broke through the small crowd, and began stalking toward them. They were led by a boy with pitch black hair and emerald green eyes who looked very similar to Elizabeth. Flanking him on the right and left was a taller boy with shaggy red hair and a shorter girl with frizzy brown hair and a shiny badge on her chest. Farther behind them was another girl with the same red hair and freckles as one of the boy coming closer to Elizabeth and the mysterious blond boy. Probably siblings... Elizabeth thought before the trio finally reached them.

"Hello Potter," the boy who seemed to be known as Malfoy drawled. Elizabeth frowned at this; what happened to the kind boy she had just met?

"Ferret!" the black haired boy spat. He flicked his head slightly, moving his hair and revealing a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Elizabeth gasped. This was Harry Potter, the famous boy who was causing all the Death Eater trouble in Europe. The rumor in Salem had been that it was all his fault any of the bad stuff was happening at all.

Elizabeth instinctively glared at him slightly, and shifted so that she was closer to standing beside Malfoy. The red head cocked his head and looked at her strangely.

"What're you doing moving closer to Draco Malfoy? Don't you know who he is? He's the resident Death Eater. You want to stay away from the likes of him."

For some reason that Elizabeth couldn't explain she felt angry at the red head's words. Summing up her courage, she pulled out her wand and pointed it at the offending boy. With a shaky breath she opened her mouth.

"What gives you the right to come over here and insult him when from what I've seen, he hasn't even done anything to you yet?"

The entire crowd seemed shocked, but none more so that the boy beside her. His mouth was agape, eyes wide, but then he smiled.

"So, you do talk."

Elizabeth suddenly seemed to realize that she had just shouted that in front of at least eight students who were watching, this 'Golden Trio' and Draco Malfoy. Her eye bulged and she clamped her mouth shut. Tightening the grip on her trunk considerably, she closed her eyes and shoved through the crowd, running as fast as she could away from everyone who had watched the exchange. As she ran, numerous thoughts ran through her head.

What was that? Did I really just confront someone, in public? I've never done that before...I just felt that I needed to defend him. No one deserves to be treated the way those two and Harry Potter were treating him. I had to say something!

With a wild shake of her head, she continued dashing before jumping up the steps of the train two at a time, and settling into a random empty compartment. Breathing heavily, she waited for the train to start its journey, alone and in silence.

Note: Woo! Another chapter done, Chapter 2 should be up pretty soonish as well. Draco is gonna seem really OOC throughout the story, because I'm making him that way. He's still going to be a first class prat to Harry Potter and his little gang, but I'm giving him a soft side too. Constructive criticism is most definitely welcome, and feel free to point on out any spelling/grammar errors so that I can fix them, Read and Review~

Love Emmy-chi~