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Sue

I had never seen anything like Diagon Alley in my life. The amount of people crammed into to its tiny streets made me laugh but I barely had a chance to enjoy it. Draco saw this public outing as a place to break me. I guess that he figured that I wouldn't make a scene in public places. At first I didn't. We were in the Apothecary picking up potion supplies when leaned into me and began whispering in my ear. I slightly turned away and told him to stop quietly so not to draw attention. I left as soon as possible. He stopped my in the middle of the road.

"Ok, stop, stop, I'll stop," he said.

"Bullshit!"

"Come on, we need to get you some robes!" So we headed over to Madam Malkin's Robes. He was acting strange there. He yelled at Madam Malkin every chance he got. She wouldn't let her touch his left arm. Then he attempted coming into my dressing room. I screamed and Madam came over so he left me alone. I ran out of the shop immediately after I had bought my robes allowing her to keep the change of about two extra galleons.

I ran down the crowded street, against the flow of bodies, bags dangling from my arms, crashing into everyone I passed. I ran into Flourish and Blots Books and headed down one of the many aisles of bookcases. I slammed my back against one bookshelf, breathing hard. There was someone else in the aisle. A tall, lanky, red-headed boy, no older than me was scanning the books and looked up at me as I ran in. I smiled kindly. His ears turned red and he smiled shyly back but then quickly retreated to the next row over. I turned to the shelf and began to browse. I picked a book called, Deadly Formulas, I turned to one potion in particular whose result was to make the victim's nose fall clear off his face. At that moment I looked up from the page and looked around. I had a strange feeling in my stomach. I felt watched, but I ignored the knots and continued studying. But then my stomach took yet another turn to an even worse feeling. Someone was coming and would bet my life that I knew who that someone was!

POV Change

As Ron looked for the herbology book that Hermione had asked him to find, a girl rushed into the aisle and crushed herself against the shelf. She was breathing heavily and looked round the corner as to make sure no one was following her. Her blonde hair looked wind-blown and her eyes were angry but she turned to Ron and gave a kind smile. Ron smiled back, surprised, his ears began to go red and quickly went over to the other aisle with Harry and Hermione so that she didn't see his ears.

Ron rushed into the other row, practically running Harry over.

"Where's my book?" Hermione asked without looking up from the one she already held in her hands.

"Oh, right. But I can't go back there so you're going to have to get it yourself," he said a little frantic.

"Why can't you get the book?" Harry asked confused.

"There's a girl over there." Ron nodded and thumbed behind him to the next aisle.

"Oh, I understand now Ronald!" Hermione spat sarcastically. Ron ignored her and turned to Harry.

"She's gorgeous, Harry! Bloody beautiful," he exclaimed quietly.

"Oh, you are over reacting!" Hermione slammed her book closed and shoved it back into the shelf. Hermione began to walk over to the next aisle.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked.

"Going to see what you're all up in knots about!" Ron tackled her to the ground right at the corner of the row. "Get off! Fine, I'll look from right here." She peeked her head around the corner. Harry and Ron's heads soon followed.

"You were right mate," Harry agreed.

"Oh, she's alright…Oh I love that book! She might be to smart for you, mate," Hermione pointed out.

"Thanks!"

"Well go talk to her," Harry insisted.

"I…" Ron began but Hermione quickly covered his mouth and pulled him back around the corner.

"She's looking!" Ron pulled her hand off of his mouth.

"I could go talk to her, I guess."

"Yeah, go for it, mate." Harry smiled as Ron stood up. He began to step towards her when Hermione grabbed him.

"Wait, it sounds like someone is with her." Hermione leaned her head closer to hear better.

"Stop that." They heard the girl say quietly. Someone else said something they couldn't make out but the girl responded quickly. "Get off! UH, can you EVER leave me alone, you bastard!" she exclaimed.

"Ooh, do you really think that you can handle that Ronald?" Hermione laughed.

"Yeah…well I could try. Yes I think I cou…" Just then the girl stormed around and stopped right in front of them. She screamed through her teeth, shook her hands and kicked at the air. The three just stared at her as she stomped off the other way. She didn't even notice them all huddled up on the floor. "Or maybe I can't!" Ron sat back down.

POV Change

As soon as my stomach turned, I knew he was coming. I tried to pick up all of my bags as fast as possible and run but I wasn't fast enough.

"Forget something?" He had a hand on my shoulder. I turned around. He was holding my red purse up in front of my face. I snatched it away from him. "Why do you keep running?" He stroked my face. I cringed.

"Stop that," I said softly.

"Why?" He whispered in my ear.

"Don't you ever learn your lesson?" I harshly whispered back. He laughed lightly at my query.

"No," he said simply and bit at my ear lobe. That was it! I couldn't take it anymore! I screamed.

"Get off! UH, can you EVER leave me alone? You bastard!" I pushed him away and stood back from him. He took a breath and shook his head at me, like I was the one in the wrong.

"You know, I can see why your father was so eager to get rid of you!" He sneered and turned his back and walked away. I stared at where he was standing. I didn't know what to do. I walked the other way frustrated, angry, no, not angry…FURIOUS! All I could do was scream but I couldn't scream full out because I was in a book store. I hated him; I hated him with a passion. However, on the brighter side of things, I only had a week till the first of September. I firmly believed that it would be easier to avoid him in a castle.

The next week went by excruciatingly slow. I went to the kitchen any chance I got to hang with Claire. But I thankfully greeted the 31st of August. Though I had no real interest in attending Hogwarts, I would have done anything to get out of that house.

I woke up early and got ready faster than I ever thought possible. I walked into my closet to get my trunk but found it missing. From the main room I heard a knock, no doubt Draco and his usual morning visit.

"What?" I yelled through the door.

"Hurry up. Your trunk is already down here. We need to get going!" Draco yelled back.

"How the hell did you get my trunk?" I asked, opening the door. He cocked an eyebrow.

"I have my ways." He walked away leaving me annoyed and confused. I grabbed what was left of my stuff and shoved it in my purse. I met Mr. Malfoy and Draco in the foyer. Mrs. Malfoy soon joined us to wish Draco a good year. As soon as all the farewells, goodbyes and I-love-you's had been taking care of, I proceeded to front door.

"Katrina, where do you think you're going?" Mr. Malfoy addressed me. I turned to face him with an odd expression. "Our transportation is in back." He smiled and turned on his heel toward the grand backyard. I followed him reluctantly.

Our method of transportation was Port Key. But this was not just any ordinary port key, but then again, why would the Malfoys even consider using a rusty old can or old book as a transport unit? This port key was specially made by the ministry for Lucias's personal use. This port key was a seven foot tall crystal statue of a snake wrapping itself around a wand. Mr. Malfoy casually touched it as did Draco. I followed and was quickly wrenched off the ground by my bellybutton. When we touched back down, well they touched down, I sort of smacked down, the statue instantly shrunk to the size of a toy car and Mr. Malfoy swiftly pocketed it.

We were in a small, quiet, brick room with a single door with a foggy window to my right. Mr. Malfoy strode brilliantly through said door with Draco at his heels.

On the other side of the door was a loud busy Muggle train station. I wasn't used to trains, my family always rode our brooms into Salem and everyone else just took a car. I continued to stare when I heard my name called. Draco was staring at me like I was stupid and motioned for me to follow them. I quickened my pace and caught up. As I walked behind them I could here bits and pieces of their conversation. There was something about his duty to the family and honor. It sounded like bullshit if you ask me.

Then I heard my name and I started paying attention. Unfortunately, they lowered their voices. Over his shoulder, Draco handed me a train ticket. I looked at if for a moment. I know that I didn't ride trains often but something seemed a little off about the ticket. It said that my train would be departing from Platform 9 ¾. Just as I was about to ask about the oddity in my hands I looked up to find Mr. Malfoy and Draco walking head first into a wall. I watched as they disappeared into the brick between platforms 9 and 10. I turned around and was ready to make a run for it when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I fell backwards to land at Draco's feet. I stood up and looked for the Muggle train station in the direction from which I fell but only found a worn brick wall. I turned to face Draco who shook his head at me with a smile on his face. Mr. Malfoy turned to see if I had followed or not and was pleased to find me there.

I had thought that the Muggle train station was busy but it was nothing compared to the Magical community's station. The walks were packed, small children screaming and mothers crying. There was an old fashioned fire-engine red steam engine train sitting in the dock. Children were waving out the windows and I heard the conductor yell "Ten Minutes!"

"I am going to see if your luggage was properly taking care of." With that said, Mr. Malfoy sped off in the direction of the Conductor. Draco turned toward me but I ignored him, occupying myself with the many wonders of the station.

"Are you excited?" he asked. I grunted in response. "Did you enjoy your summer?"

"Sure," I said. I hadn't heard the question.

"Are you over all our little spats?" I still hadn't heard him but this time I looked to him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure." I continued my scan of the crowd. There was one family made up of nothing but red-heads. Their mother was a portly woman with rosy cheeks and a wide, toothy smile. She was tightly embracing a small girl, a younger, skinnier version of herself.

"I knew that you would warm up to me!" Draco grabbed my waist and pressed against me. That was when I snapped out of my daze. He never learns his lesson. I tried desperately to get away, to scream, and to keep my mouth closed. I finally worked myself free and slapped him across the face. I ran to the nearest train door and started looking for somewhere to go. Most places were full by now.

I passed by one compartment full of girls who looked kind enough. I asked if I could maybe sit with them but at that their eyes got wide and started making excuses for why I couldn't. I hurriedly moved on. There was one more compartment that only had three people in it. I looked in, trying to decide whether I should ask or not.

A bushy haired girl opened the door for me.

"Do you need somewhere to sit?" she asked kindly. I nodded.

"We have plenty of room," one of the two boys said. This one had jet black hair, gorgeous green eyes and glasses. The other boy was a red head who looked strangely familiar. I smiled and started to walk in.

"Oh, thank you. You have no idea how much I need this." Just then a hand was on my shoulder. "Shit," was all I had to say.

"Now, Kat, why do you keep running off that way? You could get mixed up with the wrong sort of people." He sneered in at the people in the compartment. He grabbed my upper arm and turned me to face him.

"I don't need you!" I said quietly.

"Yes, you do!" He gripped my arm tighter. "Come along Kat!" he said loud enough for the others to hear.

"Fine," I said quietly. "Thanks for the invitation." I had turned to say to them but he constricted even more. "OK, I'm coming!"

"Did Malfoy just kidnap that poor girl?" the dark haired boy laughed.

I was dragged, more than led, to Draco's compartment. His compartment already had four occupants when we arrived. He opened the door and everyone's face lit up.

"Everyone, this is Kat Parker. Kat this is Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. And you know Crabbe and Goyle." I nodded at Crabbe and Goyle.

"Boys," I said.

"Kat," they said together. Blaise then got up and took my hand.

"So this is the one you've been talking so exquisitely about." He went to kiss it with his crooked yellow teeth. Eww, Eww, Eww was all that ran through my head. As soon as he sat down I turned.

"I need the restroom."

"Nonsense. You went before we left." Draco sat me down between him and Pansy. She sneered at me. I could tell that all of them were Slytherins.

"Did you tell your mother hello for me?" Pansy said leaning across me to get closer to Draco.

"No! Why would I?" She sat back in a huff, surprisingly unsurprised by his question.

"Because I told you too," Pansy said to herself. Draco then decided to rest his hand on my thigh like I was his property.

"She tried to find her own seat when she boarded the train," Draco said to the boys like I wasn't even there. "Guess who she tried to sit with!" They shrugged. "Potter!" They all started to laugh hysterically.

"Oh, sweetheart you have a lot to learn," Blaise said through an obnoxious laugh. "Harry Potter, where do you even start?" he said, beginning to calm down. My eyes widen at the name.

"Wait, that was Harry Potter?" I ask but I was greatly ignored.

"Scarhead has quite the year ahead of him," Draco smirked. I asked many more questions in hopes that they may be heard but I had no such luck.

After awhile the conversations died down for a moment. I looked up at Blaise who was staring intently at me. I looked away disgusted then heard "I wonder what kind of underwear she's wearing…"

"You're disgusting, you pervert!" I screamed at Blaise. He looked at me in shock.

"What?" Draco asked surprised.

"He's disgusting; he just said that he was wondering what kind of underwear I was wearing!" They all looked at me like was crazy, except Blaise who looked at me like I was right.

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked again.

"Come on, he just said out loud. How could you not have heard him?"

"I didn't say anything!" he said defending himself.

"Yes you did! You must have heard it, didn't you?" I turned to Draco who shook his head. "You?" I turned to Pansy.

"No," she said blatantly.

"Oh, my god." I rubbed my temples and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Draco touched the back of my thigh. I glared down at him.

"To go change, not that it's any of your business!" I barked.

"Pansy, go with her, and make sure she returns!" he said without taking his eyes off of me.

"But I…" Pansy began to complain.

"Go!" She reluctantly got up and pushed past me. I rolled my eyes and followed her to the bathroom.

We reached the end of the car where the bathroom was. The outer door was small but the inside was rather large and pleasant looking. I began to head for a stall but Pansy grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"Alright Kitty, let's get something straight!" she spat at me.

"Actually it's Kat, not kitty," I corrected her.

"Whatever. Draco is mine." She waved a hand at me and continued. "So it would be wise to keep your grubby little hands off of him!" I laughed at her determination.

I rolled my eyes and went to the stall. When I exited Pansy was staring at herself in the mirror. I didn't like this girl and I had a plan to get away from her.

I joined her at the mirror and she sneered at me. "Alright, let's go," she said heading for the door.

"Hold up a second there Daisy," I said.

"It's Pansy," she corrected.

"Yeah, whatever. I have a proposition for you. You want Draco all to yourself, correct?"

"Yes…" she said carefully.

"And you want rid of me, correct?"

"Definitely," she said beginning to take the hint.

"Alright, well I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here, so why don't we just make a little deal?" She raised an eyebrow at me. I smiled.

"What kind of deal?" she asked.

"I'll leave, just flat out leave and you can have Draco all for yourself!"

"Yes, but I'm supposed to bring you back!" she protested.

"Oh well!" I was getting a little anxious. I took a breath to calm down. "Look, this is a great opportunity for you! Don't let it pass you by!" I was grasping her shoulders now, trying to shake some sense into her. She nodded her head.

"Yes. Yes, let's do it! But wait, where do I say you went?"

"I don't know! Be creative! Now, I'll just leave a little bit before you and then you can proceed to your Love!" I smiled and slipped out the door leaving her to marvel at her own brilliance for getting rid of me! I laughed to myself as I headed the other direction. I was on my way to a better year but as I turned the corner I bumped right into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just…" I then realized who that someone was. "God damn it!" I said quietly.

"How did I know that you were going to try some ill planned scheme like that?" He smiled, hands on his hips.

"I despise you!" Just then Pansy walked out of the bathroom.

"You wench!" she screamed. I rolled my eyes. I was led back to the compartment where I was closely watched and glared at. I was dying for that ride to be over, dying to ditch these jerks. But within twenty minutes or so, Draco and Blaise stood and exited the car and did not return for an hour. When they returned I felt that there was something extra in the room. I felt watched by outside eyes that I couldn't see.

Finally the train pulled to a stop and whistled loudly. I stood up quickly but it did me no good. Draco, Blaise, Crab, Goyle, and Pansy filed into line in front of me. The second I stepped off the train I heard a rather large man yell, "First years with me!" I started to head toward him but Draco grabbed me.

"I'm supposed to go with them!" I tried to explain.

"You're a sixth year," he pointed out.

"Yeah, I know that!" I whipped out my letter. "'You are to be sorted with the first year students!'" I quoted.

"Fine! Don't try anything funny!" He let me go.

"Me? No why would ever try anything funny?" I joked. I approached the oversized man with confidence and he took notice.

"You must be dat Kat, right?" He asked in an odd accent. I smile and nodded. "Ex'ited?"

"You have no idea!"

I was accompanied by many smaller younger children. There was one especially annoying one that asked why I was so big. I explained myself and was asked more questions. Some little one obviously hadn't been paying attention and pointed out that I was an unusually large eleven year old. This inspection of my situation continued the entire boat ride and all they way into the great Entrance Hall, where I completely ignored all of them while I admired the interior. I was brought back to reality by a sharp curt voice. It belonged to a strict looking old woman whose mouth was pursed and eyes were wide. I smiled at her.

"Hello, I am Professor McGonagall. Now, just pass these doors is the Great Hall where you will be sorted into your houses. There are four houses, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryfindor, and Slytherin." She explained. Some children made sounds of approval as the house of their choice was mentioned. She turned her back to us and proceeded to the amazing doors before us.

When we entered the Great Hall it was already full of students greeting old friends and settling down, ready for the feast to come. The ceiling was shimmering with stars and candles and the atmosphere was warm and welcoming but I was nervous none the less. I felt many eyes on me as the largest in the small group. I shrank into myself, becoming very self-conscious all of a sudden. At the head of the Hall was a long table filled with the professors and at the very center sat a gray old man who winked at me as I caught his eye. He seemed very kind but at the same time very powerful. I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach that he was very troubled by something though he didn't show it on his face. I smiled at him and scanned the rest of he table. There was an empty chair to his right that no doubt belonged to the Deputy Headmistress who I believe was conducting the sorting. Along the table I saw many interesting character. One was a small dwarf of a man who could barely see over the top of the table and right next to him was his opposite; the large man who brought us across the lake.

Then Professor McGonagall, let out a cry for silence. Every head turned toward her, giving her undivided attention.

"I will call your name and you will come and I will place this hat on your head," she said, holding up a tired old hat with many folds and tears in it. "And the sorting will begin." But before she could say anything else a rip in the hat opened like a mouth and began to sing of Hogwarts History. When it ended the woman cleared her throat and began to read off a list.

As a child was called up they sat on the stool and the hat was placed on their head. Some took longer than others but eventually the hat would call out a name.

"Gryffindor"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Slytherin!"

"Ravenclaw!"

Each announcement was greeted with a chorus of loud cheering and applause from the house that had been called. Finally it got to my turn.

"Katrina Parker," she called. I felt eyes at the back of my neck. I was the only one left so I walked cautiously up to the stool and sat down. Surprisingly I heard a raspy voice in my ear.

"Oh, well, you're a little old to be a first year," it said playfully. I smiled. "I have to say that you are quite a difficult one to place. Hmm, many hardships I see and great intellect." I understood what he meant by hardships but then he mentioned something that lost me. "And what a wonderful gift. You could do many great things with that my child. I think it better be…GRYFFINDOR!" She took the hat off of my head but I stayed seated. I could hear the applause but I was very confused. I wanted to talk to it, see what it meant.

"You may now go join your house, dear," she said to me. I stood up and looked at her. I wanted an answer. I turned to the man at the center of the table and he nodded at me as if he knew my question. I then looked over a bit at someone else at the table. He had black greasy hair and a hooked nose: I looked into those beady black eyes and I couldn't breath. My head was pounding. I looked to the woman beside me.

"Professor, I don't feel so…" I collapsed on the floor before her feet in pain. I was breathing heavily. I hadn't passed out yet, but writhing on the floor. I had my hands clenched against my head. Professor McGonagall bent down over me. Many of the teachers had come over to try to assist me. All of the students were out of their seats to try and see what was going on. I felt a hand on my arm and it burned me. I looked up to see who it belonged to. It was the man with the beady black eyes. I looked at him and screamed and wrenched my arms away from him. I sat up and looked around, out of breath and blacked out