Author's Note: This is my attempt at rewriting this story. The first time, it didn't come out quite like I wanted it to. Holes in the story, incomplete thoughts, etc. That and I was rushed toward the end. Anyways. That's all I have to say at this point. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I have always wondered why everyone writes these. Seeing that this is a fan fiction site, it is assumed that I don't actually own any of these characters. I have characters that aren't in the books, but really, I might not even own them. No one really knows, except for those magical copyright people.
Chapter 1: Cordelia Jacobs
Cordelia Jacobs fidgeted in her seat. She normally wasn't this nervous about anything, however, she on her way to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All alone in her own little compartment, she thought about the events that brought her here today. She was by no means an ordinary girl.
Cordelia was the only daughter of Isabella and Osiris Jacobs. Her mother, Isabella, was the last in a long line of pureblooded witches and wizards. It was rumored that this particular line was the oldest line in the wizarding world, and surprisingly enough there was never a witch or wizard with this blood to go bad. Osiris, on the other hand, came from an old wizarding family that was in over its head in darkness. The Jacobs were known all around the world as people to be feared and loathed. Everyone, except for the Muggles, was shocked when their marriage was announced. This kind of union was unheard of.
Osiris was a cold, hard, demeaning man. Isabella knew this from the time she first met him to the time she died. She seemed to have a soft touch and this touch softened his heart in her presence and in her presence alone. That was the man she loved. The man she didn't love was a loyal Death Eater. He served Lord Voldemort first and foremost. He was a loyal man and he feared the wrath the Dark Lord could unleash. If Osiris made one bad move, his Lord would go after the family he loved.
Before little Harry Potter initially defeated Lord Voldemort, he had set his sights on getting rid of the wife and unborn child of Osiris Jacobs. This was not because Osiris had shown any disloyalty; it was because he feared the blood that ran through the veins of Isabella and the unborn child. In his eyes, it was not good that this blood kept the family from turning dark. He feared the power the child could possibly have. The night that the Dark Lord decided to make his move was the night Lucius Malfoy was entertaining the Death Eaters at his manor. Osiris and Lucius were talking about combining the Jacobs and Malfoy families. Narcissa was also carrying a child. They agreed that if the genders of the two children worked out right, there would be an arranged marriage. It became a magically sealed contract and the two men decided to mingle with the others. It was at this time that Osiris overheard a hushed conversation. They were talking about the "unfortunate" death of none other than Osiris's wife and child. No one, except the survivors, knows anything about what transpired next. However, all of it ended with Isabella fleeing to the United States, Osiris laying dead on the floor, and Voldemort going back to his minions angry.
Isabella raised Cordelia in Boston, Massachusetts. They remained in hiding until the news came that Lord Voldemort had been defeated. When they were able to come out into the world, Isabella had contacted Narcissa Malfoy, her oldest and dearest friend. Narcissa had a cold demeanor, but was by far a lot more caring than Lucius. The two had remained friends until the day that Isabella died. Cordelia was only seven years old at the time. She moved in with her godparents and at the age of eleven, she started attending a school of witchcraft in Salem. It became a known fact that Cordelia would be a very powerful witch when one day she gained the ability to sense other people's power. She found that every witch and wizard had their very own "signature" and that was what she sensed in them. It was a scary gift at first, but she had found it useful. It was because of this gift that she was now going to Hogwarts.
Cordelia turned her head slightly to glance at her reflection in the window. She had her mother's looks with platinum blond hair, bright ocean blue eyes, fair delicate skin and small body. She even noticed that she had her mother's button nose and bright smile. She was almost a mirror image of her mother. The thought made her smile. Even ten years after she died, Cordelia still loved and idolized her mother. Her mother had always wanted her to attend school at Hogwarts, and now she was going. She was to be a seventh year student. Imagine that. A brand-new student at the school and she was a seventh year. Most people her age on this train had already established their groups. It was going to be tough to fit in, but she was sweet and outgoing. She would eventually find friends.
She heard faint laughter coming from the compartment beside her. "Well," she said to herself, "might as well try to make friends now." She got up in one swift motion causing her long locks of blond to swish across her mid-back. Bravely she walked into the next compartment and saw three students that looked to be about her age. One boy had bright red hair, the other had dark hair and glasses, and the girl had long, curly brown hair. All three looked at her with dumbfounded expressions on their faces. "Hi. The name is Cordelia Jacobs. I just thought that I would come over and see what was going on." Her American accent threw them off even more. "I was just sitting there doing nothing and . . . " She stopped, feeling incredibly stupid and embarrassed now. Why weren't they saying anything?
"Hello Cordelia, my name is Hermione Granger." The girl smiled and extended her hand. Cordelia gladly accepted that lifesaver from the land of embarrassment, smiled and shook her hand. "This is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter." Hermione offered since they still weren't saying anything. Cordelia smiled and shook each of their hands.
"The Harry Potter?" Cordelia asked after a minute.
"Yes." He replied.
"My godparents told me about you, as well as Professor Dumbledore when I was asked to transfer here. It seems as though I owe you a great big thank you." She smiled again and tried to read his body language. Harry had a very powerful signature. It wasn't the strongest she had ever felt, but it was quite strong considering his age.
"You don't need to do that." He offered, but Cordelia put her hand up to stop him.
"No, that sorry excuse for a man tried to kill me and my mother and DID kill my father. If the cause of that thing's downfall was choking on a pickle, I would be eternally grateful to pickles everywhere." She gave an "and that is final" look. "May I?" She asked while motioning to the open seat next to Hermione.
"Of course." Hermione moved her book aside to make room for her. Cordelia smiled and sat down. Hermione had picked up the book called "Famous Modern Witches and Wizards" and began flipping through it again. "Here Harry, I found you!" Hermione stated and showed the other passengers the page. Harry simply shook his head and Ron flipped out.
"Harry! You are in one of our textbooks!" Ron started gabbing excitedly at Harry about why he should be more excited about it. Cordelia could sense his humbleness on the subject and that made her smile. She glanced again at the book Hermione was reading and the name, Osiris Jacobs, popped out at her.
"That's my father." She whispered. She had never seen what he had looked like. All she knew about him really was that Voldemort killed him. "May I see that for a moment?" she politely asked. Hermione nodded, gave the book to her and joined the debate on whether Harry should be excited or not. She started reading. There was a small picture of a man with long silver hair, cold green eyes and a sneer. Next to it were the words: "Osiris Jacobs was the most feared Death Eater in He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's inner circle. This fact was not known until the mysterious death of Jacobs and the defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He came from a known family of dark wizards and caused much news when it was announced that he would be marrying Isabella O'Leary. The O'Leary line is the oldest known line of pureblooded witches and wizards." That was all? "Um, excuse me." She said. The debate stopped and she had the attention of all three. "Do you know anything about Osiris Jacobs?"
"Dead Death Eater, I hear." A new voice had answered.
"Malfoy! Get out of here!" Ron bellowed as he got up from his seat.
"No. Wait. Ron, sit down." Cordelia interjected. Surprisingly enough, Ron complied with her order and sat down. However, he continued to scowl at the blond in the doorway. Cordelia walked up to the boy looking straight into his grayish-blue eyes as she approached.
"Hello Draco." She smiled at him brightly and gave him a huge hug. Much to the surprise of the onlookers, Draco genuinely smiled back and returned her hug. "I looked for you when I first got on the train, but couldn't find you. Where were you anyway?"
"Cordy, I will never reveal the secrets of where I hide. I am sorry that I had left you with this lot though." The use of nicknames, the affection, the flirting and the insult were too much for the three to take. All were in a state of shock and were unable to come back with any witty remarks. "Let's go." Draco motioned for her to go to the door.
"I'll join you in a moment, Draco." He left the doorway and stood in the hallway about five feet away. Cordelia looked to Harry, Ron and Hermione. Harry was the first to speak up.
"What the hell was all THAT about?" He was supported by the slow nods of his two companions.
"It's complicated." This was all she had for them about that matter. "Listen. I should go with him now. I'll talk to you later?" She made sure to make that last part a question. It was obvious that these three didn't like Draco and that he didn't like them. She hoped it wouldn't be that big a problem. She looked at them expectantly.
"Sure." Harry offered. "I was nice to meet you. I'm sure we'll see you again." Cordelia smiled again and joined Draco in the hallway.
Author's Note: Now, it's slightly revised. I remember really liking the first chapter. I'm still not sure what color Draco's eyes are. But, it's all good this way. I also must apologize for my inability to write British. What can I say? I'm from Montana.