Disclamer: I only own A.J. and Maret. AFIN and Professor Louv're belongs to *AFIN*, Cory belongs to Katy713(I wonder if she is mad at me for using her character WITHOUT permission? *G*), and everyone else belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
A/N: For the first time in my life, I don't know what to PUT in an author's note! Anyway, I LOVE fanart of A.J.!! Maret is uh...well, okay. Oh, speaking of Maret, SHE IS A SPOOF OF A MARY-SUE. Get that through you think heads, will ya? If you flame me for a SPOOF you shall have the wrath of AJSolo on you.
The Rise of Lord Voldemort
Chapter 1
A Time for Change
"Harry!"
Harry Potter jumped at the sound of his name. He was standing in Platform 93/4, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to arrive. The station was very dark and damp since it was so early in the morning. He spun around to find himself face to face with his girlfriend, Michelle Rand Maree-Sue Raustinberge.
"Hey Maret!" Harry exclaimed, giving her a big hug.
Maret returned the hug, laughing a nice, throaty laugh. "I see you remembered my secret name!"
Harry broke the embrace. "Well, it's pretty easy to remember, mainly since its not really a SECRET. Everyone calls you Maret, except for the teachers. They all call you Michelle."
"I didn't need to be told that! It's not like I could forget. By the way, why are you at the station so early? The train isn't scheduled to arrive for another two and half hours!" she said, glancing at her watch. "My plane from the United States came in early. "
Harry let out along and low sigh as they started walking around the platform, hand in hand. "Well, I had to fly my broom here. Uncle Vernon caught me letting Hedwig out of her cage, and he threw me out of the house! I couldn't believe it."
Maret was about to say something as a young girl bumped into her. "Watch where you are going!" Maret exclaimed.
"Geez, don't get so mad! I'm sorry, okay?" The young girl said, with quite an attitude.
"Maret smiled at the girl, showing off her perfectly white, smooth, and straight teeth. "It's not really a problem. I'm Michelle Rand Maree-Sue Raustinberge, or Maret. Who are you? Is this your first year going to Hogwarts?"
The girl smiled, lighting up her whole face. It was obvious that her smile was the best thing about her appearance. "I'm Angelina Jadene Solo. My friends all call me A.J., that is, if I had any friends. First year? Do I really look that young?" A.J. laughed and shook her head. "Nope, I'm a seventh year."
"I'm the famous Harry Potter."
A.J. stared blankly at him. "Who?"
"You know, I'm Harry Potter. I survived Lord Voldemort as a baby."
"Never heard of you before," A.J. said, shaking her head.
Maret cut into the conversation. "Oh well. By any chance, do you know Fred and George Weasley? Don't you also have a sister, AFIN Solo?"
A.J. nodded. "Yeah, she is my younger sister, alright." AFIN was a sixth year Ravenclaw. "Oh yeah, I know the Weasley Twins. Who doesn't? I just don't know them very well since I'm in Hufflepuff and they are in Gryffindor."
Maret smiled. "Well, a pretty young girl like you has a good chance of getting a date with one of them."
A.J. shook her head, and stared at the ground. "I'm not pretty, you are."
A.J. did have a point. Maret was the most beautiful and popular girl going to Hogwarts. She was part Veela and Pixie, had long, gorgeous gold hair that had the most perfect curls. Her eyes were a mysterious silvery sea blue color, she was 5 foot, 5 inches, the perfect height, weighed 110 pounds, and was slender with a perfect medium dark tan. She also had a very beautiful Russian-American accent. A loud whistle startled the group as the Hogwarts Express pulled to the station.
"I'll see you two later!" A.J. yelled as she boarded the train.
Maret sighed. "Geez, what a strange girl. She seemed so nervous. I wonder why..." she said to Harry as they started walking towards the train.
*~*~*~*~*~*
A.J. walked through the train, looking for an empty room so that she could sit down. 'I hope Harry and Maret didn't suspect anything about me,' she thought as she opened a door.
"Oh sorry. I'm such a ditz, I didn't realize anyone was in here," A.J. stammered.
The Weasley Twins, who were sitting across from each other, talking, smiled at her. "No problem. You can go ahead and sit in here if you would like," Fred calmly said.
She look around the room nervously, but sat down next to Fred, as close to the window as she could get. "Thanks," came the meek reply.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"I already told you!" a young girl yelled, her voice getting higher with each word.
"I told you not to come back to this house until he was dead!" a man yelled, smacking the girl who burst into tears.
"I'm not like you! I h-have a h-heart!" she screamed.
"You will be punished tonight!" came the harsh reply, as darkness enclosed the young girl.
*~*~*~*~*~*
A.J. snapped her eyes open. She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep. The girl... A.J. could swear she had seen her somewhere before. The guy had seemed vaguely familiar, in a creepy sort of way. A.J. sighed as the train came to a stop at Hogwarts. She started to get a little excited. 'Finally, a year away from, no I must not say his name, even if it is only to myself,' A.J. thought as she hopped off the train and started walking towards the castle.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry entered the Great Hall and sat down by his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He could see A.J. sitting by herself at the Hufflepuff table.
"So, I met a strange seventh year on at the station, today." Harry said casually as he started to eat.
"Oh Harry, ALL 7th years are strange. Take a look at Fred and George!" Hermione said as Harry and Ron burst into laughter.
"But they've always been like that," Ron pointed out.
"No, wrong kind of strange. She seemed to be hiding something important," Harry explained.
"Harry, I would just stay out of her business if I were you. I mean, if she was hiding something for a reason, well, I'd just lay off," Ron said as he went back to eating.
"Oh, I'm so glad Snape is no longer teaching potions!" Hermione gushed, changing the subject as well. "Our new teacher is Professor Louv're."
"Subject changer," Ron mumbled under his breathe.
Harry sighed, "Oh, Snape is still teaching, though. He finally got the Defense Against the Dark Arts position." Hermione went into sulking.
Ron snickered. "Knowing Snape, he would probably teach us the Darks Arts instead of how to DEFEND against."