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Harry Potter and the Bloodstone


Chapter 1


It was a very hot day as the students waited to board the train to Hogwarts. Harry stood near a compartment with Ron and Hermione.

"Well, we should really find a seat."

Harry nodded to the others and started to climb aboard. He stopped suddenly. He saw a new student come through the barrier. He had never seen her before. She was a thin blonde, about his age and in Harry's eyes, very pretty.

"Ron, look. Wonder who she is?" Ron turned and his jaw dropped.

"I don't know Harry, but I'd like to find out." Ron said with a smile. Hermione shook her head and shoved them both onto the train.

"Boys. Just because she's petty, doesn't mean she's someone you'd want to get to know." She said as she sat down in an empty compartment.

"Oh. Looks like someone is jealous." Ron said while laughing as he sat down across from her.

"Leave her alone Ron." Harry said with a smile as he took his seat.

The train started to move. A few minutes later, there was a knock at their door. It slid open and the girl Ron and Harry had been staring at quietly spoke.

"Umm, do you mind if I sit in here? There's no other place left. I'm Alex." She was shaking slightly. Ron and Harry both grinned.

"Sure. There's plenty of room." Ron quickly moved over to make room for Alex. "I'm Ron, this is Harry and the one behind the book is Hermione." Hermione simply nodded and didn't look up. Alex looked at Harry, smiling.

"Harry? Harry Potter? I've heard of you. Nice to meet all of you." Alex said as she sat down next to Ron. "I'm a little nervous. I've never been to Hogwarts. My grandmother felt it was better to keep me home and teach me. But, since she's gone now, my Aunt thought I should come. I just hope I end up in the same house my father was in." Alex sighed and looked out the window.

"Oh, your parents are, umm, well, sorry to hear that. What house was your father in?" Harry said, noticing the sadness on her face.

"Gryffindor. My Aunt says I'll be in Hufflepuff because everyone on my mum's side was in that house. But I am hoping for Gryffindor. I also hope there is a Quidditch position open. I'd like to play as well. My father was keeper when he was in school." Alex smiled a little as she spoke of her father.

"Well, you're in luck. We just lost our keeper and a chaser. So, who knows? What year are you? Or do you know?" Ron spoke quickly, never taking his eyes off of her.

"Umm, Professor Dumbledore said that I would be a fifth year. My grandmother had evidently been keeping him updated on my progress." She smiled and Ron grinned even more.

"So, you'll be in with us, well, if you are in Gryffindor." Ron quickly added, "Which I'm sure you will be."

Hermione muttered under her breath "Boys."

"What was that?" Alex looked at her, and got the feeling that Hermione didn't like her. Hermione looked up.

"Nothing, just that all Ron is thinking about is how you look. It wasn't anything about you." She said, rather shortly and returned to her book. Alex frowned and looked out the window again.

"Hermione!" Ron's ears were now pink and Harry was laughing. "Just because YOU think that doesn't mean it's true. I mean, she needs friends, right? Right Harry?" Harry nodded as he continued to laugh. Harry agreed with Hermione to a point, but was also just as taken with Alex as Ron was. Hermione looked up, glared at Ron for a moment and looked back at her book.

"Don't mind them Alex, they ALWAYS fight. So," Harry wanted to change the subject so Alex wouldn't feel uncomfortable, "are you going to have to be sorted with the first years?" Alex looked at Harry, nodded.

"Yes, I'm not looking forward to it. I mean, everyone will be laughing at me."

"No one will laugh at you. Don't worry"

They all sat in silence for a while as the train made it's way across the countryside. They all got something from the witch with the trolley and ate quietly. As they finished lunch, the compartment door slid back. Standing in the doorway was Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is." Malfoy sneered, then spotted Alex. "And who are you? I have to tell you, it'll ruin your reputation if you hang around these three. Are you a pure blood? What's your name?"

"My NAME is Alexandria Reese, and I suggest that you not insult anyone in here." Alex's eyes flashed, and Harry noticed a soft glow under her shirt, then looked up to Malfoy.

"Yeah Malfoy, go bother a first year or something. Oh, wait, they may be too much for you to handle." Harry glared at Malfoy, who glared right back.

"I'd watch myself if I were you Potter. Something bad may happen to you." Malfoy turned back to Alex. "Reese huh? I know all about your family, you being the last one and all that. Must be hard. As a pure blood, we really should stick together. My father knew your parents, he always said your mum was a person who was deeply missed. Death eaters killed them, right?" Malfoy seemed to be trying to be, nice but was failing because Alex stood up, shaking in anger.

"Don't. Don't you dare talk about them. I also know who YOU are. Wasn't your father, accused of being the one who killed them? Too bad they let him off. Then I wouldn't need to find out who did it. Now, if I were you, I'd leave before things get out of hand in here."

Alex sat back down, fist clenched and the glow under her shirt a bit brighter. Harry just stared as Malfoy, who shook his head and left with Crabbe and Goyle. Ron blinked several times before he spoke

"Reese? Your last name is Reese? Your father worked for the ministry. Everyone knew him. He was famous for catching a lot of death eaters. Wow, but I thought, well, everyone said that you were killed too. That's what the paper said. Mum told me. I heard them talking about you when I was little and asked. My dad and your dad were friends. Wow." Alex looked at Ron, very confused.

"What are you talking about? I was with my grandmother when they were killed. Why would the papers say that I was dead? That doesn't make any sense Ron." They all fell silent as the train stopped in Hogsmeade.