The young woman grimaced as her eyes fell upon the Hogwarts Express, jumping slightly as the man behind her placed a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Odile, do your best not to disappoint me this year." With that he turned, filing away into the jumbled mess of families corralling in Platform 9 3/4. She sighed, adjusting the grip on her suitcase, not bothering to see if he'd return. He wouldn't.

"Yeah... love you too, Dad." She grumbled, ignoring the chill of abandonment coursing through her veins. Nothing new there anyway. Dick.

The Fate Of Sun And Moon- BOOK ONE

Odile scowled as she trudged through the crowds that would lead her to the Hogwarts express. Another year at the school, and thankfully her last. The school was alright all in all, fresh food and clean beds. She might have been quite happy to study there if weren't for the apparent metaphorical curse that Harry Potter had brought down upon them. High turnover rate for teachers, dead Quidditch players, children frozen by an oversized boa. You name it, Hogwarts had it. Odile herself had managed to avoid any trouble since she had transferred to Hogwarts in her 4th year. She'd been 14 when she had been forced to move to England from North Carolina, dragging her away from her home and throwing her to the wolves.

After a rather awkward meeting in the Headmaster's office, she had sullenly been sorted into Slytherin. Despite her high-bred pure-blood status, no one in the house seemed to pay her much mind. While most of the older students knew who her family was, and who her father was, they didn't seem to care. There would be the occasional house mate who'd attempt to reach put, but it usually ended with said person giving up. Perhaps it was because she never earned, or lost them any house points; never raised her hand, never really talked to anyone too long, and certainly didn't attend any Quidditch games. Odile never joined any clubs, never really made much effort to find friends. She was invisible to mostly everyone in that house, and to be honest, that was perfectly fine with her. If they didn't care about her, she certainly didn't care about them.

As she boarded the express train that would take her to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she couldn't help but sigh. She missed Ilvermorny dearly, the school where she'd spent most of her formative years. She would have loved to stay there forever, it was where she'd found a family that was beyond blood. She would never forget the day the Thunderbird flapped it's sweeping majestic wings for her, the cries of her future housemates deafening her. She remembered the pride she felt as she fastened the Gordian knot on her blue and cranberry robes, looking starkly like her mother once had. She'd known her house before she'd even arrived, her wand- a 13" rigid pine wand with a Thunderbird tail feather core- reflecting her future. She found so much joy there, but it all came crashing down after her mother had died. She'd practically been plucked from the funeral and thrust into this mess. Alright, that was a bit unkind, she thought to herself. The school and scenery were actually quite lovely, the way the castle looked down upon the Black Lake, and the way the trees seemed to come to life with the blossoms every spring. It was the people and the teachers though that were the real problem. Most, if not all, of her fellow housemates, were conniving snakes who'd stab their own mothers in the back if it meant rising to power.

True it didn't run for all, but the Slytherins she'd met rarely showed the positive attributes Slytherin was meant to embody. Hufflepuffs tended to bubbly and bright personalities, to the point it was really rather annoying. The Ravenclaws she'd met had a habit of being stuck up, know-it-alls who were always the first to raise their hand in class; half the time before the teacher even finished asking the question. Don't get her started on Gryffindors, talk about obnoxious. Every single one that she'd had the displeasure of meeting were loud, foolhardy, and reckless. They had a knack for getting in trouble, especially that Potter boy and his friends, "The Golden Trio" as they had been nicknamed. The worst part was that given they were Dumbledore's favourites, they got away with practically everything. No one in her house would ever forgive the year that they lost the House Cup they'd rightfully earned due to last minute points. The steam engine blew its horn and she realised there could be no more delay; travelling to the very back of the train in hopes of finding an empty compartment. Although it was quite stuffed, she finally managed to find a carriage void of people. She plopped down on the seat and let out a sigh of relief. Finally. If there was one thing she hated it was bloody crowds. She pulled out her newest purchase from her favourite author, KJ Fowling, opening up to her bookmark and settling into the seat. She could relax, lie back and not have to worry about any nonscen-

BANG! She jumped as the two infamous redheaded twins from Gryffindor slammed into her place of solitude, laughing like hyenas, and disturbing her slice of peace. She was just about to demand what they were doing when a loud explosion went off, and a sickly sweet scent creeping through the room. They peeked their heads out the door before shutting it once again. Grinning madly, they turned to each other, high-fiving with a whoop of excitement.

"Wicked!" They cried in unison. Odile cleared her throat loudly, causing the boys to jump and turn towards her, eyes widening.

"Do you mind? I was trying to read before you two decided to interrupt my peace and quiet. So, why don't you do me a favour and go back to where you came from?" The twins exchanged curious looks before turning back to the unfamiliar brunette.

"You're American?" Fred ventured, regretting his question as she rolled her eyes.

"Gosh, I can't believe how observant you are Weasley. You deserve a medal." She replied sarcastically, as her eyes fell back to the pages of her book. Fred screwed his face, opening his mouth to say something he might have regretted before his brother cut across him.

"How do you know our names?"

"How do you think?" She replied with an evident tone of voice, still not glancing up from her book.

"Are you a foreign exchange student?" They both asked at the same time, the two's voices blending into one. She finally looked up at that, raising one eyebrow, lips curled in contempt.

"You know it's so creepy when y'all do that. No I'm not an exchange student, for Merlin's sake, we've been in the same classes for three years." They both exchanged surprised looks before turning back to her once more. They cocked their heads simultaneously in one smooth motion, reminding her of that Stephen King novel she'd read, one that had given her nightmares for weeks.

"Sorry love-" Fred began, eyeing his brother with amusement.

"-But we don't recognise you at all. Do you mind-" George picked up where his brother left off, voices moving in perfect rhythm.

"-Telling us your name once more?" Fred finished, eyeing the girl as a chill ran down her spine.

"Fine! Just as long as you stop doing... well whatever that thing you're doing is. It is highly disturbing." They both crossed their fingers over their hearts and mimed zipping their lips shut. She eyed them warily before nodding slowly and continuing.

"My name is Odile. Odile-"

"Like the Black Swan in the Swan Lake?" Fred blurted, slapping a hand over his mouth as if he hadn't meant to speak. She tilted her head to the side, lip curling slightly in amusement.

"Yes, but... how did you know that?" He flushed as red as his hair before looking away, causing his twin to burst into a cheery belly laugh. She huffed once more, before opening her book back open.

"Toxic masculinity is boring, gentlemen," she left them no time to reply as she ploughed on, "Voila, now we've met. Now, as thrilled as I am we've had a chance to talk, if you two don't mind I'd like to finish my book. I'm sure you can find other people to amuse yourselves with. Get out." They looked slightly taken aback, but shrugged their shoulders, turning to go. Before they quite left, one of the twins turned around with dazzling grin.

"I'm George by the way." He said, holding his hand out in introduction. She looked him up and down, then glanced back to her book.

"Nice try Fred." She replied, ignoring his extended hand. He stumbled a bit at hearing her reply, pulling his hand back in confusion.

"How did-"

"I'm psychic." His eyebrows shot up beneath his hairline, and she glanced over to him, chuckling at his expression.

"You're wearing a sweater with an F on the front. It isn't exactly rocket science. Bye bye boys." He felt his ears burning and roughly pushed his snickering twin out in front of him. He looked back at her as he shut door, her little finger wave brightening his face further.

She snuggled down into the seat, breathing softly. Finally. No interruptions. Just good ole' peace and quiet.

"Alone once again, I see, Ms Reisinger." A cheery voice commented, as Odile stood behind the crowd of students filing into the carriages. She looked round to see the Herbology teacher beaming over at her. Odile tended to dislike most her teachers, but they actually got on pretty well. Odile was one of the few Slytherins that actually behaved in class, and Professor Sprout believed she had a natural talent for Herbology. Odile didn't find her class particularly useful, but it was one of the few she was excelling in, and her teacher was sweet enough.

"You know I wouldn't have it any other way, ma'am. How is the Ailhotsy coming along this year?"

"Ooh, quite nicely, my dear. You should really come to see how well the fanged geranium is growing, I shall need another hand with pruning!" Professor Sprout replied with a peppy tone, bouncing on her toes slightly.

"Sounds like a plan. Oh, you'll have to excuse me, I've got a carriage to catch. Have a nice night." Sprout nodded reluctantly at the young girl before smiling brightly and turning back to the firsties. She wished that the pleasant girl had some friends, somebody she could rely on other than her cat, Tchaikovsky. She knew about the girl's family and her past. She just thought had she just applied herself, her school years could have been so much happier. Those thoughts were brushed away as one first-year came a little too close to the edge of the lake.

The self-pulling carriage rides were always uncomfortable for Odile for multiple reasons. Mainly, because she was one of the few who could see that they were not indeed self-pulling, but that they were pulled along by Threastrals. Skeletal creatures that could only be seen by those who'd witnessed Death's shadow crossing another's face, and the gloomy sight always brought back painful memories. Shaking those thoughts away, she entered the last carriage available. Odile tended to run hot, fanning herself despite the cool weather of Scotland in September. She finally threw caution to the wind, draping her robes onto the seat. She unbuttoning her blouse slightly too low, and hiking her skirt up a bit. After all, no one ever really joined her carriage ride, given she always aimed for the last possible one. It would be a good bit of time before she would reach the gate, so she had plenty of time to readjust. Just imagine her surprise when a redheaded face popped into her transport, loosening his tie and cursing his brother for the sticking charm he'd placed on his coach seat. It wasn't until he glanced up that he found the incredibly awkward position that his travelling companion seemed to be in. He blinked for a moment, taking in the pleasing sight before his brain caught up and he clasped a hand over his eyes.

"Sorry, sorry!" He cried, as she struggled to get her clothes back in place. It just had to be Fred Weasley.

"Um- you can look now. I'm-uh- decent." He peeked through his fingers slowly to see her clothes back in the proper spot. He cleared his throat as he settled into his place opposite her, their faces each flaming and both avoiding eye contact.

"So... Fancy meeting you here."

"Yes, Fred. It's not as if we go to the same school or anything," She replied, rolling her eyes, still mortified by the incident that had occurred. Fred barely had time to wonder how she had correctly identified him again before she was talking once more.

"Seriously dude, I know Gryffindors aren't known for their brains, but I thought there'd at least be a little something up there." She muttered, smoothing out her robes. He sent her a dirty look at that, before checking out her tie. He let out a bark of laughter, catching her attention once more.

"You're a Slytherin, it all makes sense now." He snarked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She bristled, drawing herself up as tall as possible. Him only being a few inches taller than her helped, and she could stare him straight in the eye.

"Nothing nothing, forget I said anything." He remarked airily, smirking as she narrowed her eyes.

"No please Weasley, I would love to hear your brilliant idea."

"Well, it just makes sense why you've been acting like a bloody bint the whole time we've known each other." He replied with a smirk, enjoying the way her eyebrows furrowed and teeth clenched. If there was one activity Fred Weasley loved more than Quidditch it was winding people up.

"Excuse me?" She snarled, clenching her seat in anger.

"Well, it's just how you've come off. You were rude in the carriage and now you're taking the piss out of my house. What else am I supposed to think?" He explained, waving his hand in blase fashion.

"You shouldn't judge people by their house!" Alright, even she could admit that wasn't the best response given her earlier statement.

"Right, that's bloody laugh coming from you!"

"I-"

"Also, I wasn't sitting in the carriage like a bloody siren. Seriously, why didn't you have any clothes on?" He asked passive aggressively, doing his best not to think about the earlier sight.

"I did! It's not my fault i'm hot!" Fred worked his absolute best to swallow the joke sitting in the edge of his tongue at that, "Besides, no one ever gets on the same carriage as me! Don't be so judgemental!" She fumed, getting right in his face. She had expected him to retreat backwards, but instead, he leant forwards, so they were inches away from each other. She could feel his breath warm her cheeks and she concentrated on anything else she could. The problem was, everything she was looking was appealing. His cool brown eyes, his remarkably kissable lips, and the constellation of freckles that dotted his cheeks. Had he never opened his mouth, she might have even called him attractive.

"I'm judgemental? Me? At least I'm not rude to everyone I meet!" She scoffed, at that he narrowed his eyes. She leant even further forward, crossing her arms over chest. It was his turn to focus on anything else than her curvy form, blazing green eyes, and pillows for lips. Had she never opened her mouth, he might have even called her attractive.

"Well, at least I don't interrupt people who are merely trying to have some peace and quiet!" He sneered at that, pointing a finger at her.

"Well, at least I-"

"If you two are quite done, I'd rather like to get on to the feast." They both baulked at the sight of Professor Flitwick tapping his foot at the entrance of the gate. They hadn't even realised they'd arrived at the school, having been so caught up in their argument. Odile was the first to snap to attention by letting out an annoyed breath and quickly gathering her robes as she stomped out from the carriage. She went to brush past the teacher before he stopped her with an eyebrow.

"Ms Reisinger, I would suggest you fix your clothing before you enter our hallowed halls." She glanced down to see the buttons on her blouse all out of place. She flushed and quickly turned away to fix them, catching the slight smirk on Weasley's face as he tightened his tie. He thought he'd won the argument, well not by a long shot.

She gathered what was left of her dignity, nodded to her teacher briskly, and made the long walk to the castle.

A/N- Hey guys, welcome to this story. If you've never read any of my work before, hi I'm Ellie. Nice to meet ya. So, I wrote a story in the Potter universe when I was younger, and it was an utter shit show. So now I'm older I decided to give it another shot. And I actually wrote all the chapters out in advance, so updates should be pretty regular. Probably every Monday and Friday.

A little information, I'm a more significant lover of the books and the movies, so characteristics of both appear. That means Peeves y'all. I got your backs. Anywho, hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review if you have any thoughts on the chapter. I'd love to hear from y'all!

EDIT- Hello everyone, it's time for another update! I'll be honest with you, my writing style has changed a lot over the past few years, including less cursing. I wrote this at 17, when I couldn't say sentence without at least three expletives. I shall probably post another chapter to give new and the returning readers the chance to read a bit more civilised book. Reminder that Book 2- Take Flight is out now!

EDITED= 09/14/21