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Before I take you along side to experience my adventures, I think you deserve to know a little about me. My name is Scarlet Mist,but most people call me Scar.

I havelived with my Grandmother my whole life. Annabelle Mistwas my mother name. My Grandma could go off for hours telling me about her. She was beautiful, with blonde wavy hair, and bright hazel eyes. "Just like you,"she would say. "You have your mother's eyes." Hairon the other hand was not like my mother's at all, in fact it was like my aunt. My auntwas a Metamorphmagus and when she was my age her hair was all sorts of colors. According to my grandmother I was one as well.

"Youare young you can't control all the magic in you. One dayyou will amount to so many things." My grandmother said.

my hair was a funny thing. It was ordinary dark brown and curly, yet if there was any emotion I was feeling, it would bedisplayed through any color,right on the top of my head, and I couldn't control it.

She told me countless stories of my mom and auntthey were inseparable even in death. They died during the wizard war,As for my fatherIknow nothing about him, andMyGrandmotherintends to keep it that way.

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It was my third year back at Hogwarts, and I couldn't be any more excited. I got on the train bumpinginto Draco Malfoy almost two of us had been on and off all Summer, truthfully Icouldn't decide if actuallyliked him, or just appreciated his friend's found out I fooled around with Draco Malfoy, I really believethey would disown me!

"Hey sweetheart, I saved you a seat." Draco took my hand, and spun me around. "Did someone get a new skirt?" He winked.

I couldn't help but smirk at his comment. "Yes someone did indeed. Now you can show me to my seat, or you can get out of my way." I said playfully.

Draco gripped my hand and pulled me into a compartment. "Someone is feisty isn't she." He hissed, pushing me up against the wall.

"Draco!"I hissed.

"May I just say how beautiful you look?"Draco he leaned in to kiss me. And I dodged out of the way.

The train started to move, slowly. It raddled, and shook every so often

Before Iknew it his thin pale lips found their way to mine. His chest pushing up against me.

"Draco."I whispered."Not here."The train started to shakeuncontrollably.

I lost my balance and fell onto him. The traincame to a haltingstop andeverything went black.

"What was that!"I shouted,holding onto his arm. As the two of us sat down.

Draco went white, wellwhiter than usual."I-I don't know."he stuttered, he deepend his voice attemptingto sound brave.

"I'll be right back I said."Iran out of the lights slowly, but surely came back on. I wentto find my friends and make sure they were okay. Plus Draco Malfoy was not exactly the most comforting person in times of I had no clue where they were.

After looking around for five minutes I gave up.I headed backto the compartment Draco and I were in.

As usual I got lost in my thoughts not paying attention to where I was walking.I tripped over my own feet I started to fallforward.

Until I felt two musclararmscatch me.I let out a small gasps, I looked up slowly,starting with his worn out brown leather dress shoes, that were practically swimming in his gray dress pants, that were clovered in wrinkles. Then there was his cardigan it was a dark green and just like his pants wastwo sizes too big. Although instead of wrinkles were small holes.

The man was more than 6 feet tall towering over me and had to be no older than 25 to 30years old withbrown shaggy hair, and bright blue eyes. He held me there for a while smiling softlyat me.

"I-I am so sorry!" I blushed embarrassed and dusted myself off getting backonto my feet, "I should really watch where I'm going."

"You alright there? Gave me quite a scare."He grinned and winked playfully.

"Yes I'm fine," I smiled genuinely."Th-thankyoufor catching me." Once again my cheeks flushed with red color.

"Anytime."He smiled back.

"I should get back to my compartment." I said awkwardly and walked around him.

I could still feel his eyeson me as I walked away it gave me the chills. And as much as I wanted to turn back, and look back into those cold blue eyes,I didn't dare.

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The ride finally ended and we got to Hogwarts. Our luggage was sentto our dorms, and after we cleaned up for dinner we were to report to the Great Hall.

"Scar!" I heard a familiar voice ringing in my ear.I turned around to see Hermione running into The Great Hall to greet me.

Hermione and I had been friends since year one, when we met in Snape's potions class. We had been lab partners ever since.

"Hermione! Where's the rest of everyone?"

"They are on theway! Where were you we didn't see you on the train."she pouted.

"By the time I got on it was so late, soI found the last empty cart andI took it." I lied through my teeth.

"I heard about Harry though is he okay?!"

Harry always found a way to get into trouble, I felt bad for him cause most of the time he never did anything to deserve it. Although I was close with Hermione, Harry and I never talked much, at least not alone I don't think.

Hermione nodded, "It was the craziest thing! Th-that thing came right into our compartment. It was like sucking the life right out of Harry. I never seen anything like it! "

"What was it?" I asked, with wide eyes.

"I don't know how to explain it " Hermione, "but there was a strange man sharing our compartment and he stopped it."

"What man? What did he look like?" My mind went right back to those eyes. So blue,so sharp.

"I'll tell you later!" She said ignoring my questions. Hermione was more interested in the great hall at this moment.

Shegrabbed my hand and pulled me towards our table. "Come on its starting!"

We sat at theGryfindor table, I was a RavenClaw, but Dumbledore never never spoke about it, but wejust acknowledge it and smiled no words exchange. As ifhe could read my of looked odd to see one blue tie in a sea of red ones but that was okay with me.

No matter what year you were in Dumbledores speeches never got old. Then like always He introduced our next Defenseof the Dark Arts Teacher, although I was too busy doodling in my notebook to bother and look.

"That'shim!"Hermione hissed shoving me." The one fromthe train!"

Something made me look up and if it wasn'tHermione's sharp jabs into my left side Im not sure what else, but the manwas bowing and I couldn't see his face, or his eyes. I couldn't see his eyes.

I shrugged andwent back to my drawing uninterested in what Mrs. Mcgonigal was saying.

Then finally after what felt like hours we ate..