Hey people.
So yeah,if your still reading,THANKYOU.
I know its probably a little boring so far,but like the starting of most first storys,its gonna be.
I mean, I gotta introduce the characters and her past and what-not,so please keep reading,don't worry I have big plans for this story.
And I promise that this woulnt be an abandoned story,its gonna be finished,I actually finished it once,but lost all my work before I could post it up,so now im re-writing it AGAIN.
Sigh, so anyways thanks, and I'm not going to be one of those nagging authors that are like REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW OR I WOULNT POST MORE CHAPTERS, cause im writing cause I want to and I love it,but let me just say this,if you write storys on here,then you know how great those reviews are and how important they are.
Suggestions about what im doing wrong or what I need to improve,or just some reassurance would be great. It also lets me know if anyones out there….
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Right, left, right, left. I thought, following the man in front of my in pursuit.
I hauled my large trunk through the busy train station, barely keeping up.
My large black trunk kept smashing into the pedestrian muggles surrounding me.
"Could-phm-you-ugh-slow-umph-down?!" I yelled to him in front on me.
I scoffed, he didn't even bother to turn around or give the slightest signal of recognition of hearing me.
I could feel my anger rise with every knock of my cart.
I took a better grip on my trunk handle and shoved through a large group of muggles ahead of me.
My face scrunched up in distaste from the fact of having to walk so far, and on the busiest day!
With every step my feet grew sorer and sorer, maybe I shouldn't have worn these heels.
But like all my problems in life, I sucked it up and walked on.
My eyes would drop in slight exhaustion every once and awhile, but the adrenalin from the sheer fact of going to a new school kept me going.
I kept my eyes glued to the black cloak that swayed through the crowd of people.
Every once in awhile it would disappear through the crowd and I would have the quickly trudge my truck faster to catch up.
Not once would he look back and make sure I was still behind him, as if he didn't care,
He probably didn't.
I was glad that he kept the taking to a minimum that was something we have in common; we don't sway off the track of the situation, its best to just get to the point.
Some middle aged heavy set muggles bumped into me.
She looked back at me to mumble sorry but I burned my eyes into her head and made her practically sprint away.
Stupid muggles hate them.
I put my right hand on my pocket for the umpteenth time that morning to make sure that my ticket still sat in my pocket.
"9 and three fourths, nine and three fourths." I kept mumbling to myself.
We had currently passed train station number 6.
"stap!" I called but cursed and mentally smacked myself as soon as it came out of my mouth
"I mean, umm…. Snape!" I yelled out to the sadistic man in front of me.
The stupid git,he completely ignored me!
But come to think of it, he seemed to ignore everything.
The stares, the looks, the screeching of the trains and the ear pounding sounds surrounding us.
He walked as if he was visiting a funeral home, no emotion, no expressions.
Or really, it would be more accurate to compare him to a corpse in a funeral home than someone visiting one.
But that was something else we had in common, I had grown use to ignoring the world around me.
Sometimes I would close off my emotions and shut my ears to the outside world.
It became easy, almost like a normal occurrence for me to do.
Sometimes I scared myself, how apathetic I could be to the world.
It made living through the name calling and mental abuse almost easy.
I felt a shove against the front of my body and held onto my cart for support.
I snapped out of my revere and looked up at the culprit.
"Please watch were your going ." his voice reminded me of a dark hole, it was filled with nothing, except maybe utter annoyance.
I felt slightly embarrassed but didn't dare show it, I never let people catch me in an emotion that would make me look bad.
Instead I mirrored his cold expression.
"Well?" I snapped.
His staring was both aggravating and creepy.
His cold lips turned into a pursed frown, adding more lines onto his already drained face.
"Run through that wall, the trains on the other side." his pale hand pointed to the back of a wall with a 10 sign on it.
"Where?" I asked as I turned to look at the spot he pointed to.
It was just a plain brick wall, about 4 feet long and 8 feet high.
I squinted my eyes in confusion and turned around to ask for him to explain.
When I did, all I was greeted with was an empty space.
"Creeper." I mumbled under my breath in aggravation.
I couldn't believe he just left me here.
I stomped my foot at my realization.
It was all just a joke!
The whole thing was a hoax!
How could I of been so stupid!
It was probably jasmines idea!
I could just picture here pudgy face twist with amusement.
I could hear her deep laugh, her mocking my intelligence.
I huffed and sat upon my large trunk, not caring that I was in the middle of so much traffic.
I had a strong urge to just whip out my wand and use it to cause extreme pain, but thought against it.
I crossed my arms over my chest and kicked a Styrofoam coffee cup with my left foot.
I was at losing for what to do next.
A small part of me yelled at myself for giving up so easily, I never gave up with anything, I kept to my goals, my dreams.
My eyes scanned over the traffic of muggles, scattering this way and that, hurrying to catch there train, like I should be doing.
Like I would be doing, if it were real.
I looked over at the spot that snape pointed too just moments ago, and then to a clock that rested on a nearby wall.
10:50.
I took in a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm the anger that was building up.
I looked to my left and almost fell off of my cart.
A boy, about my age, was carrying a trunk similar to mine with a beautiful brown owl nested in a cage onto.
My eyebrows scrunched in confusion as I watched him.
He approached the wall that snape was talking about, got a good grip on his trunk, quickly scanned his surroundings, and…WALKED THROUGH THE WALL??
I nearly fell off of my trunk, as I watched his body disappear through.
I took in a sharp intake of breath and scanned the people surrounding me, seeing if any noticed.
But none seemed to, everyone just kept walking with no realization of what just occurred.
I blinked a few times and pushed away the shock.
Should I go check it out?
It wouldn't hurt…..
With curiosity getting the best of me, I grabbed my trunk and wheeled it over to the seemingly normal brick wall.
I felt stupid, thinking that the wall was actually transparent.
I reached the wall and slowly stuck my hand out, almost afraid of what I would come to realize.
Although I wasn't sure if I was more afraid of knowing that there's a transparent wall that totally defies the laws of physics, or that Hogwarts really is fake and I'm just going insane.
"Move out of the way!"
I quickly turned and stepped back from shock at a person running full force at me.
I sucked in a quick breath and jumped out of the way just in time.
My eyes stayed glued to the girl running into a wall.
I almost felt inclined to stop her, but my body wouldn't move.
I watched her body completely disappear, feeling totally mesmerized.
I straightened up my stance and determinedly grabbed my trunk handle, marching up to the wall.
I placed myself in front of it, and took a deep breath.
I closed my eyes and began to walk, feeling both stupid and ridiculous.
I scrunched up my face, waiting for an impact.
To feel the cold stones crush my nose, but nothing happened.
I grinded my teeth tighter and kept walking.
Any second now.' I thought.
Any second my dreams, and my face, would be crushed.
My eyes shot open at the sound of a loud train whistle.
I stood frozen and examined my surroundings.
My eyes landed on a bright red train, the red paint shining vibrantly.
I looked up, a sign saying 9 and ¾ hung above my head.
I let out a breath of relief and ran my fingers through my hair as I looked around.
I had made it.
The beautiful sound of the trains whistle was a unique melody to my ears.
The sound was magic, just standing there, was all too surreal.
This side of the wall was just as busy as the other side.
But these people were dressed in magnificent robes and wizard clothing.
"Come on now, all abroad!" I heard an attendant scream.
I jumped and quickly grabbed my trunk, almost running up to the train.
For a split second I thought I felt someone staring at me.
I narrowed my eyes and took a subtle look over my shoulder, making it as least obvious as possible.
Gladly, no one seemed to be staring at me, but I did spot those people from Diagon alley waving off some boy, most likely their son.
I pushed through the parents and heaved my trunk up onto the train.
Wearing heels made this task almost impossible.
I took in a breath and lifted it up.
When I had it halfway up, barely managing, it suddenly become lighter.
I easily lifted it up the rest of the way, with it less heavy, and sighed in relief.
"It's always a pain getting these things on the train."
My eyes snapped up to the voice coming from in front of me.
The boy was skinny, but not frail.
He had a mope of messy black hair and green eyes framed by round glasses.
His smile was smug but friendly and seemed to match is disposition.
He let out a slight groan of pain when our eyes made contact.
His hand rubbed his forehead tenderly.
"You okay?" I said, though not completely caring since he was a stranger anyways.
"Uhm yeah." he said and gave me a smug smile.
My brows furrowed in confusion, but I just decided to drop the awkward moment.
"So…thanks for that." I said, pointing to my trunk.
"No problem."
The train whistled one last tune.
"Please take a seat, the trains about to take off." A boy, the same that I saw run through the wall said.
We nodded and began making our way through the aisles.
He cleared his throat and stuck out his hand.
"Harry potter." He said his name as if it made him feel uneasy.
It took a few moments for the name to click into place.
"Celina riddle."
He hand quickly shot back and his eyes went to my face, looking at me like a caged animal.
I looked at him, feeling inclined to step back, but didn't dare too, and I never gave off body language that would imply that I was backing down.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked in confusion.
His mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out.
I inclined my head, wondering what his problem was.
After a moment, he cleared his throat and shook his head slightly.
When he looked back at me, the friendly smile had returned.
"Uhm nothing, so….are you new, I haven't seen you around." He said from in front of me as we walked down the small corridor.
"Yeah, it's my first year, im starting late." I said back, trying to sound casual about it, luckily I was easily able to.
"Oh, well you're welcome to come sit with me and my friends if you'd like." He said, turning his head over his shoulder as he walked.
"Thanks that sounds"
"Hey Potter!"
I whipped around to look at the cause of my interruption.
A boy with blonde hair almost as light as his pale skin came stalking up to us.
I scanned his body, looking at everything from his cocky smile to his lean frame.
I just stared, wondering what to make of him.
"Looks like you've got a girl with you other than that mudblood, what girl could possibly be talking to you?"
He remarked arrogantly.
I just watched as harry's smile turned into a frown and the two boys behind the pale boy laughed.
His grey eyes darted to me, seeming to scan me over, the same way that lady in Diagon alley did.
It almost made me want to snap at him, but I decided against it.
After a moment, a smug look of approval seemed to flit across his cold face.
"I'm malfoy, draco malfoy." He said his name with utmost pride, like he was the king of Spain.
"And you are?" he stuck out his pale hand, waiting for mine to grasp it.
I surveyed him incospiciously, deciding whether he was worth my time.
He seemed powerful, influence, if he had people following him.
And the authority, the way he talked and moved interested me.
His smile began to fade as the seconds passed.
I gave him a polite smile and shook his hand with a firm grasp, not wanting to look at Harrys face behind me.
"Celina riddle. Pleasure." I let my words slid out like butter; I saved this type of voice for certain occasions.
His smile returned as he listened to the tone of the voice I spoke with.
"You best not be hanging out with the likes of him."
He said in disgust as he looked at harry.
My face twisted into confusion as my gaze followed Draco's.
Harry looked about ready to hex Draco to oblivion.
"Why not?" I said, not finding anything wrong with him.
He and his friends behind him snorted in amusement.
"You start talking to the likes of him and his Gryffindor friends; you'll lose all your dignity."
"Come' on Celina, don't listen to him." Harry said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
I looked at it like he had a disease and shrugged it off.
He doesn't even know me, what makes him think he would be so casual with me and touch me?
As if he was equal to me or something.
My face turned to Draco's which seemed to enjoy watching my reaction of disgust.
"See potter, even she agrees with me!" he said, enjoying this.
"This way Celina, our compartment is back that way." He said, or more like ordered, as he nodded to behind him.
I took one look at harry, trying to make up my decision, for some reason, it felt like I was choosing my life's fate.
For a second, I felt almost bad to be the one that caused the sad look on his face, but nodded it off.
I didn't even know him, why would I care?
I grabbed my trunk and followed Draco's lead back down the hallway.
I put my hand onto the wall for support as the train started off.
I peered into the compartments as we passed, looking at the faces of my new school mates.
After a long walk to practically the back of the train, we arrived at the compartment.
He led me in with my trunk and ordered the two boys behind him to lift my trunk onto the shelf above the seats.
"Everyone, this is Celina riddle." Draco said from behind me.
I stood tall and nodded my head, knowing that I had to act a certain way around these people.
"Pleasure." I said in a serious voice and held my head high, with respect for myself.
I took a seat next to a girl with a large build and black hair.
Across from me sat a small girl with short black hair and a critical eye drilling into me.
She leaned over and whispered to the dark skinned boy next to her, not caring at all that I was watching.
He too, eyed me with slight curiousity, but a frown.
I watched Draco wave off his two friends and come into the compartment, sliding the door behind him.
"Celina, this is pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and Millicent Bull strode." He said, pointing to each of them.
"She told off potter in the corridor, funny site that was." Draco informed them as he sat to the right of the girl.
The light in the girl's eyes shined a little brighter at me, but the frown plastered on her face wasn't wiped off.
I nodded my head in a casual agreement.
A few awkward moments of silence passed.
"So, Celina, what are you doing going to school here?" pansy's critical voice rung in my ears.
"I'm starting late." I said back, very serious and confident.
"Oh….why?" she said, looking at me like I was the weirdest thing she's ever seen.
"I don't know, why do you care?" I retorted back.
She just shrugged her shoulders and looked at me like I was a rat.
Her face quickly twisted into disgust.
"Well you can't be a pureblood then, starting late and all….." she said with her head high and her eyes pointed down on me.
I could tell by the way she left it hanging in the air; she wanted to know my blood status.
I figured to be straight forward with her about it and not beat around the bush.
"I don't know, ive never met my parents."
She scoffed and looked at me like an urchin.
"Figures, you must be a mudblood, I mean, Riddle, i've never heard of that name before." She said in disapproval, and rolled her eyes at my name.
I watched blaise's eyes narrow considerably at me, but surprisingly Draco's didn't.
I really felt the need to stick my wand right where it counts.
My teeth grinded in frustration and my eyes drilled into her skull.
How dare she insult me?
She thinks she can just call me some filthy name like that?
She thinks she can just label me so easily.
I felt like smiling as she leaned back in slight fear from the tight grip my eyes held on her.
Draco cut in right before I was going to say some nasty words to the girl.
"Actually, my father told me about you." He said it with pride and knowing, glad to have the spotlight on him.
I inclined my head in confusion and thought back to the aristocratic man I saw at the train station and at Diagon alley.
How would he know anything about me?
"The ministry, I heard didn't want you to start school." He informed us.
Everyone's attention was full focused on him, even blasé but down the paper that he was reading.
I just looked at him waiting for him to continue.
"What does your dad know about me?" I said, almost too eagerly.
He smiled a cocky smile, and paused for a moment before responding.
I hated how much he was enjoying this.
"Well, let's just say you're not a mud blood."
I bit my lip from the suspense of not getting straight answers.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He sighed a dramatic sigh and leaned back.
I bent forward, nearly off my seat, waiting.
"Well, he didn't tell me exactly, just that I should stick by you, and not to look down on someone with so much power."
I licked my lips while I churned the words through my head.
I mean, what was so important about me?
All the questions without answers were beginning to give me a headache.
"Well, I guess you can talk to us, .for now." She said like it was an honor.
They all nodded their heads in agreement.
I wanted to scoff, they should be glad to be able to talk to ME.
But I didn't say that, because I had to facts as to why to back it up.
A knock on the glass door turned all the attention away from Draco and to the door.
"Anything off the trolley dears?" a lady said with a large cart of sweets.
My hand traveled to my empty pocket.
Draco noticed this and went up to the cart.
I got up and shuffled through my trunk, pulling out my iPod, and a book on the history of transfiguration.
I plopped down and turned on my iPod touch, waiting for it to turn on.
"EW, what is that?" she pronounced each syllable separately.
I looked up at pansy's face and followed her eyes to my iPod.
"An iPod." I answered.
Wasn't it a little obvious?
"Here." Draco said and through some candy on my lap.
I looked up at him in wonder.
That was nice, and, seemed out of character.
"Thanks." I mumbled lowly.
I grabbed one of the licorice wands and started to gnaw on it.
My eyes scanned over to the news paper that blasé was holding.
On the front was a picture of a skull with a snake coming out of it.
The picture looked strangely fimilar, like I should know what it is.
"What's that on the front?" I said, nodding to the newspaper.
Blasé closed it and looked at the front.
They all rolled their eyes and stared at me.
"The dark mark of course." Draco said in annoyance.
"Dark mark?" I questioned.
Pansy scoffed at me and crossed her arms.
"His mark, you know, you-know-who's mark?"
I thought about it for a second, and then nodded my head in realization.
I felt utterly embarrassed, but didn't show it, I easily kept a cool façade.
I turned on my iPod to 'give it to me', by Nelly forted and opened up my book to chapter 12.
7 minutes into it, I felt a wave of fatigue wash over me.
I leaned my head against the wall and looked at the others in the compartment.
Draco was talking to pansy, blaise was reading that newspaper and Millicent was just gazing out the window.
I closed my eyes slowly and relaxed, just realizing how tired I really was.
The sound of the train and slight rocking was calming, and didn't help my fight against staying awake.
The sounds in the background began to fade as I let myself be pulled under by a deep sleep.
"Riddle, riddle." I faintly heard my voice being called in the background.
"Hmmm…." I mumbled, my body feeling heavy and my eyelids feeling glued shut.
"Wakeup, were almost there."
The shaking of my shoulders increased more.
I swallowed and heaved myself up against the wall of the compartment.
I waited for my hearing and the slight dizziness to subside before I slowly opened my eyes.
I had to blink a few times and squint, waiting for my eyes to adjust.
I stretched shook my head, trying to wake up more.
My body felt stiff and rigid from sitting in an upright position for so long.
My eyes were filled with the laughing and talking that filled the train like background music.
"Are we there yet?" I said almost incoherently.
"Almost, you better get your robes on." I didn't pay attention to whose voice it was.
The first thing I noticed is that it was pitching black outside, and lights had been turned on in the train now.
I also noticed that everyone in the compartment had changed into green and black robes.
I rubbed my eyes and took a better look at them.
I cocked my head in confusion at them.
"Were all in the slytherins house, these are the robes you have to wear." Millicent said, speaking to me for the first time.
I nodded my head in understanding, knowing all about the four houses.
I just stared at pansy's slytherins badge, I had to admit that I liked the color green, and snakes….
"Only the most prestigious people get placed in Slytherin." Pansy inquired with pride.
"You better not get placed in Gryffindor; I would go home if I were placed in there."
The three others nodded their head in agreement to pansy's statement.
"Why?" I asked.
"Gryffindor's are all a bunch of dunderheads, there not too deep, or smart, but they think they are, I mean, just look at Dumbledore." Draco said.
"Bunch of brave nuscences, they think there so great." Blasé mumbled.
I made a mental note of what they said, making sure I remembered to get placed anywhere but Gryffindor.
I cleared my throat and got up, stretching one more time before I rummaged through my trunk and grabbed the plain black robes.
"Be right back." I stated, but knew that they really could care less.
I made my way to the nearest bathroom; thankfully I remembered seeing it on my way down here.
I quickly changed into the boring and unattractive outfit.
And practically flung off my heels and put on the dress shoes, my feet instantly feeling relief.
I looked in the mirror and frowned at my messed up hair from sleeping.
I used a simple charm to fix it, making it silky smooth and nice again.
I also fixed my worn makeup, making myself look more presentable.
I had on light eyeliner, mascara, grey eye shadow, and lip-gloss.
I also rolled my skirt once, making it a little shorter and much less gross looking.
I also unbuttoned a few buttons, not that I was trying to be skanky, but I held pride in my attractive looks.
Satisfied with my work, I left the bathroom feeling much more refreshed.
"What time is it?" I asked once returning to the compartment.
"Almost 6." Millicent said, but I barely heard her.
I was too busy staring at pansy's grubby hands holding my iPod.
I stood there, trying not to let my anger boil over.
"What are you doing?" I pronounced each syllable in a low, dangerous voice.
Her head snapped up, obviously not noticing that I had come in.
"Why do you have one of these filthy muggles things?" she stated.
"Give it back." I ordered.
She just looked at me, obviously not really caring that I was pissed.
"Why do you even care about this thing?"
"Give it back to me, or I may do something that we both regret Parkinson." My voice was dangerously calm, and my anger, I could feel was ready to spill out.
I could see fear flash through her eyes and I approached her.
"Now." I said, almost a wisper, but cut through the silence of the compartment like a knife.
She gulped and handed it back to me, not saying a word.
"Thank you." I said calmly and placed it and my book back.
Everyone continued to stare at me as I sat back in my seat, but I just chose to ignore it.
I peered out the window, watching dull gold lights appear in the night sky.
As we approached they grew larger and larger, and began to duplicate, till there were thousands.
"Beautiful." I whispered to myself, looking at the outline of a huge castle in the night.
I instantly envious for the people that got to go to school here since they were 11.
I layed back against the felt seats and listened to the rhythm of the chugging engine.
After about 10 more minutes of sitting abroad the train, it finally came to a stop.
Everyone instantly got up and began to grab their trunks.
I heaved mine down from the shelf above, and followed everyone off the train.
I pulled my robe tighter as a wind of cold air hit me.
I stopped dead in my tracks at the magnificent castle.
Even in the dark, it was beautiful.
The starry light sky look like Christmas lights on a Christmas tree and Hogwarts was the present beneath.
The beautiful present that I was just waiting to reveal the contents of inside.
"are you miss. Riddle?" I turned around to the voice behind me.
A scrubby,large man,as tall as a gaint said.
I couldn't help but notice how his beard covered so much of his face.
"yes."
"then this way." His tone of voice didn't sound all too friendly towards me, as if I murdered his best friend or something.
I dropped off my trunk with the others and followed behind him over to a lake with a bunch of younger students standing near it.
I frowned in confusion and looked over all the students my age heading the opposite way; shouldn't I be going with them?
I turned around to ask him about it, but found that everyone was climbing into dinky boats eliminated by lanterns.
I hoped into the last remaining one with some small framed girl that was hunched over looking at the lake.
Once everyone was in, the boats lurched forward and began their trip across the dark lake.
I looked down at the calm ripples of water that the boats made.
All the first years began to whisper and point at the beautiful castle that neared closer and closer.
I too, looked up at it in fascination.
The structure of it was like no other, it had to be a least a thousand years old.
As we got closer I looked at the waves of water that crashed against the large stones.
"now, everyone car'ful now gehtin' out." The large main boomed as we got out of the little boats.
I could barely contain the excitement that filled me with every step up to the castle.
We arrived and went through a large set of doors, following the large man down the hallway.
I ran my hands along the cold stone walls, feeling its smooth texture.
I gazed at the moving paintings that lined the halls.
They were all looking at us whispering about first years and new students.
We stopped at a pair of tall double doors.
I stood in the back of the crowd, sticking out like a sore thumb.
I had to be at least a foot taller than them.
Good thing attention didn't make me uncomfortable.
"I'll take it from here Hagrid." A strict lady stood at the front of the group of students.
Her grey hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her wrinkle coated face had an expression of utmost seriousness.
She cleared her throat and waited for everyone to hush-up.
"Beyond these doors, you will enter the great hall."
"There, you will be sorted into gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw, or Slytherin."
She paused for a dramatic effect.
"These houses will be like a home for you. You will take classes with your housemates, spend your free time in your house dormitory and eat with your housemates."
I began to zone out from that point, wondering what house that I would be placed in.
Pansy's voice rang in my head like a siren, reminding me not to go in Gryffindor.
Maybe I would go in slytherin; the people I was sitting with on the train were okay….
I heard the doors creak open, and took my first steps into the great hall,and into my fate.