{A/N: Ok, here is the long awaited 3rd chapter, I hope you like it!! PLEASE review!!}

Chapter 3

The Question

As she raced into King's Cross, she hurriedly grabbed a trolley and raced towards Platform 9 ¾. As being her first time to Hogwarts she had no idea how to get onto the platform, but she saw a big red-haired family between Platforms 9 and 10, so she made her way towards them. As she stared at them, she saw a younger red-haired girl go up to the Platform and disappear through it. This naturally almost caused her to have a heart attack, but her eyes landed on a handsome young man with black fluffy hair and bright green eyes. Her heart, instead of exploding from a heart attack, exploded from a special bond that was soon to develop. As quickly as she had seen him, he looked up straight into her eyes and pierced her very being. It was like love at first sight.

She slowly walked towards them and, as not to disturb them, quickly jolted past them and through the platform.

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Later that night, as Geneviéve Cinders was changing into her Hogwarts uniforms and listening to her favorite band, Evanescence, there was a soft knock on the compartment doors. She didn't hear the knock or the door opening, but she did feel the temperature changing and the candlelight's flickering. Ever since she was a baby, she'd always had that sixth sense sort of thing and also a superior knowledge of books and mythology. She glanced up and saw the same guy as before at the railway station, but this time he was looking at her peculiarly.

"May I help you?" She stubbornly asked.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to be staring. It's just that...you're very beautiful." He quietly replied. He looked at her with those intense eyes then quickly looked away and blushed.

"Um...thank you. I'm Geneviéve Cinders by the way. I'm new to Hogwarts."

"Oh, hi. My name's Harry. Harry Potter. Are you French? This is my sixth year here at good old Hogwarts. Where'd you get that dress? The orange one? I've never seen a dress like that before."

"Well, its nice to meet you, Harry. Oui, je suis française {for those of you, who're illiterate to French, it means: Yes, I am French}. The dress is called a slammerkin, by the way –"

"A slammerkin, you say?" He quickly asked. "I think I've heard of those. Aren't they supposed to be um...never mind." He turned red at that last sentence and sheepishly looked away.

"Yes, it's a slammerkin and yes, it's a dress that many prostitute's wear. Many people ask me that, many guys, I should say. Don't be shy, I'm used to it now. Well, it was nice talking to you, but I really need to finish changing, if that's all right to you." She stated unhurriedly; she'd been only wearing her underwear and a tank top. He looked at her, as if for the first time realizing that she was in her underpants.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I-I'll leave now. Um...thanks for the chat. Bye." He quickly left through the door making sure to close it. Damn, she thought, he didn't have to go so soon. Oh, well, there'll be plenty time later on. He left just as quickly and quietly as he entered. I wonder where he got that scar....