Fiona pulled her bag across the platform to get onto the Hogwarts Express.
She didn't have any trouble getting to the right platform; Sirius had told
her that bit.
Now she looked up at the red and black train and sighed. It might be one of the best wizarding schools; but it was still just another school. Likely another school that would add more enemies to her tallies. She smiled ruefully; she had gone to three different schools before Sirius had finally found her. Two of them had been wizarding schools; she had spent her younger years at a muggle elementary school, finally going to the closest magical one when she was old enough.
She hopped onto the train just as the last call was made. She walked through the small Aisle way looking for a free compartment as the train began to lurch forward, steadily gaining speed. She knocked on different compartments, being turned away at every query; it seemed the whole train was full. As she neared the end of the train, she came to a door from which sniggers were emitted. She knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for an answer.
"Hey," she said by way of greeting. "Mind if I crash here for the ri-" she couldn't finish the sentence before one of the boys in the cart threw her a disgusted look.
"Get out, you filthy mudblood!" The boy was rather handsome, with white- blond hair and blue-green eyes. Fiona arched an eyebrow at him; other than that, she made no reaction. The young man sneered; she must not know the meaning of the word; if she had, she would have gone pale, and rigid, made some reaction other than arching an eyebrow.
"Do you not even know what it-"
"Yes, I know what a 'mudblood' is, you fool. And it's only fitting for me to ask you politely to take it back." Her voice was calm, but her eyes glittered maliciously. The only thing she enjoyed more than provoking a person into a fight, was an actual fight. She got high on the adrenaline rush a fight always provided.
"And the likes of you will make me apologize? By all means, do try." He nodded to the other two boys in the compartment stood up, towering over Fiona, who was far too short for her age. She quirked a smile, tilting her head to look first up at the two giants before turning back to the seated boy. He was sprawled out on a seat, watching her languidly. Her grin turned malicious. The boy looked surprised; it gave her a very devious, dark look. As if she was a seasoned fighter. Quickly, she stepped between the two mammoths coming to stand directly in front of the rude young man.
"Yes. I will make you apologize, if I must. But I don't suggest it, unless you like to be rendered limb from limb." Her voice was calm, as well as her manner.
"You'll do nothing. Get out of my compartment, you piece of filth." Fiona's face turned nasty; her fist snaked out to punch the boy in the nose. He didn't even realize it at first. As pain blossomed, he cried out and put a hand to his bloodied nose. Fiona smiled and dodged back out between the other, too-slow boys. Closing the door, she made her way down the aisle again. She smirked as she heard the boy's cries of pain.
There were only a few more compartments left; still, they were full. Finally, she came to the very last of them. Knocking, she opened the door at the occupants' call to enter.
"Hi," she said. "Do you mind? Everywhere else is full; really, they are. If you turn me down, I'll by bunking down in the aisle." A smile lit her face as she spoke. These people looked friendly enough; and there were only three of them, room for just one more.
"Sure," one boy told her. He had messy black hair, and dazzling green eyes. Fiona smiled and pulled her trunk in. With the help of a tall red headed boy, she got her trunk stored. Then she sat down to introduce herself.
"I'm Fiona, she said." She didn't see the look the three exchanged. She turned to the other girl.
"I'm Hermione Granger," she said, holding out her hand. Fiona shook it.
"Ron Weasely." That was the read-head.
"Harry Potter." Fiona's eyes stayed with his a moment longer than she had the others. Thankfully, her eyes didn't make the usual journey to the place where his scar should lay. She smiled, and settled back into her seat, listening to them talk, occasionally adding something of her own. As the speech died down, Fiona started a new topic; Quidditch.
"Do you play?" she asked the three. Hermione and Ron shook their heads, but Harry nodded.
"Yeah, yeah I do. You?"
Fiona nodded. "Yes, I love it. What do you ride?"
"A Firebolt," Harry said proudly. "You?"
"New model. It's called a Falca."
"Falca? Never heard of it."
"Shouldn't have. It's a Norwegian make. It came out shortly after the Firebolt. I saved for months to order it. But it's great; it responds to the slightest of commands, and is light as anything."
"Wow. What position do you play?"
"Seeker."
"Me too." There was silence. As the moments ticked by, Fiona looked out the window. The skies were getting dark, and the compartment was silent. An earsplitting screech rocked the stillness of the compartment. Harry Ron and Hermione jumped up, searching for the disturbance. Fiona sighed, standing to reach the shelves holding her baggage. She had to rise on her toes in order to reach a thick cloth that covered a cage. Pulling it away, she revealed a glossy black…falcon.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, interested by the bird's strange – but beautiful – appearance.
"This is Cylix. She's my falcon."
Her feathers were glossy in her prime, and as black as the darkest of winter nights. Her eyes were a fiery red orange. It was such a bright color that it seemed as if there was a sunset within the falcon's eyes.
"She's bloody brilliant," Ron said admiringly.
"I think the word's beautiful." Harry told him.
Fiona smiled. "She doesn't like the cloth over her cage when she isn't sleeping."
"I didn't know falcons were nocturnal," Hermione said skeptically. Fiona arched an eyebrow.
"They aren't. Cylix was born with an eye problem. She's blinded by day, so that's when she sleeps. Like an owl." Fiona smiled again. "I had Cylix for a while. She's still young, and I didn't want an owl. So instead I trained her to take messages. It took a while, but it was well worth it." Ron glanced out the window.
"Oiy, there's Hogwarts. We'd better pull our robes on." Quickly, all four of them pulled out their black robes, pulling them over their heads. As the call was given to disembark, they jumped off the train, leaving their luggage on the train; it would be taken up to their rooms later.
After Hermione and Ron had gone off, Harry caught at Fiona's arm as she was about to jump. She turned with an eyebrow arched.
"Fiona," he began awkwardly. "You never told us your surname."
She hesitated a moment, then smiled. "Black. Fiona Black." Before he could reply, she leaped off the train, walking after Ron and Hermione.
Harry smiled. So. This was his strange-eyed god sister.
Now she looked up at the red and black train and sighed. It might be one of the best wizarding schools; but it was still just another school. Likely another school that would add more enemies to her tallies. She smiled ruefully; she had gone to three different schools before Sirius had finally found her. Two of them had been wizarding schools; she had spent her younger years at a muggle elementary school, finally going to the closest magical one when she was old enough.
She hopped onto the train just as the last call was made. She walked through the small Aisle way looking for a free compartment as the train began to lurch forward, steadily gaining speed. She knocked on different compartments, being turned away at every query; it seemed the whole train was full. As she neared the end of the train, she came to a door from which sniggers were emitted. She knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for an answer.
"Hey," she said by way of greeting. "Mind if I crash here for the ri-" she couldn't finish the sentence before one of the boys in the cart threw her a disgusted look.
"Get out, you filthy mudblood!" The boy was rather handsome, with white- blond hair and blue-green eyes. Fiona arched an eyebrow at him; other than that, she made no reaction. The young man sneered; she must not know the meaning of the word; if she had, she would have gone pale, and rigid, made some reaction other than arching an eyebrow.
"Do you not even know what it-"
"Yes, I know what a 'mudblood' is, you fool. And it's only fitting for me to ask you politely to take it back." Her voice was calm, but her eyes glittered maliciously. The only thing she enjoyed more than provoking a person into a fight, was an actual fight. She got high on the adrenaline rush a fight always provided.
"And the likes of you will make me apologize? By all means, do try." He nodded to the other two boys in the compartment stood up, towering over Fiona, who was far too short for her age. She quirked a smile, tilting her head to look first up at the two giants before turning back to the seated boy. He was sprawled out on a seat, watching her languidly. Her grin turned malicious. The boy looked surprised; it gave her a very devious, dark look. As if she was a seasoned fighter. Quickly, she stepped between the two mammoths coming to stand directly in front of the rude young man.
"Yes. I will make you apologize, if I must. But I don't suggest it, unless you like to be rendered limb from limb." Her voice was calm, as well as her manner.
"You'll do nothing. Get out of my compartment, you piece of filth." Fiona's face turned nasty; her fist snaked out to punch the boy in the nose. He didn't even realize it at first. As pain blossomed, he cried out and put a hand to his bloodied nose. Fiona smiled and dodged back out between the other, too-slow boys. Closing the door, she made her way down the aisle again. She smirked as she heard the boy's cries of pain.
There were only a few more compartments left; still, they were full. Finally, she came to the very last of them. Knocking, she opened the door at the occupants' call to enter.
"Hi," she said. "Do you mind? Everywhere else is full; really, they are. If you turn me down, I'll by bunking down in the aisle." A smile lit her face as she spoke. These people looked friendly enough; and there were only three of them, room for just one more.
"Sure," one boy told her. He had messy black hair, and dazzling green eyes. Fiona smiled and pulled her trunk in. With the help of a tall red headed boy, she got her trunk stored. Then she sat down to introduce herself.
"I'm Fiona, she said." She didn't see the look the three exchanged. She turned to the other girl.
"I'm Hermione Granger," she said, holding out her hand. Fiona shook it.
"Ron Weasely." That was the read-head.
"Harry Potter." Fiona's eyes stayed with his a moment longer than she had the others. Thankfully, her eyes didn't make the usual journey to the place where his scar should lay. She smiled, and settled back into her seat, listening to them talk, occasionally adding something of her own. As the speech died down, Fiona started a new topic; Quidditch.
"Do you play?" she asked the three. Hermione and Ron shook their heads, but Harry nodded.
"Yeah, yeah I do. You?"
Fiona nodded. "Yes, I love it. What do you ride?"
"A Firebolt," Harry said proudly. "You?"
"New model. It's called a Falca."
"Falca? Never heard of it."
"Shouldn't have. It's a Norwegian make. It came out shortly after the Firebolt. I saved for months to order it. But it's great; it responds to the slightest of commands, and is light as anything."
"Wow. What position do you play?"
"Seeker."
"Me too." There was silence. As the moments ticked by, Fiona looked out the window. The skies were getting dark, and the compartment was silent. An earsplitting screech rocked the stillness of the compartment. Harry Ron and Hermione jumped up, searching for the disturbance. Fiona sighed, standing to reach the shelves holding her baggage. She had to rise on her toes in order to reach a thick cloth that covered a cage. Pulling it away, she revealed a glossy black…falcon.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, interested by the bird's strange – but beautiful – appearance.
"This is Cylix. She's my falcon."
Her feathers were glossy in her prime, and as black as the darkest of winter nights. Her eyes were a fiery red orange. It was such a bright color that it seemed as if there was a sunset within the falcon's eyes.
"She's bloody brilliant," Ron said admiringly.
"I think the word's beautiful." Harry told him.
Fiona smiled. "She doesn't like the cloth over her cage when she isn't sleeping."
"I didn't know falcons were nocturnal," Hermione said skeptically. Fiona arched an eyebrow.
"They aren't. Cylix was born with an eye problem. She's blinded by day, so that's when she sleeps. Like an owl." Fiona smiled again. "I had Cylix for a while. She's still young, and I didn't want an owl. So instead I trained her to take messages. It took a while, but it was well worth it." Ron glanced out the window.
"Oiy, there's Hogwarts. We'd better pull our robes on." Quickly, all four of them pulled out their black robes, pulling them over their heads. As the call was given to disembark, they jumped off the train, leaving their luggage on the train; it would be taken up to their rooms later.
After Hermione and Ron had gone off, Harry caught at Fiona's arm as she was about to jump. She turned with an eyebrow arched.
"Fiona," he began awkwardly. "You never told us your surname."
She hesitated a moment, then smiled. "Black. Fiona Black." Before he could reply, she leaped off the train, walking after Ron and Hermione.
Harry smiled. So. This was his strange-eyed god sister.
