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Potter books.
A/N: Pleas read and review-any comments you have about my writing would be greatly appreciated.
Bridget sucked in her breath at the sight before her. She was surrounded by a crowd of bustling students and their families.
She could hear only snatches of conversation. Next to her a man was snapping "Sam, I told you not to forget you cauldron!" and to her right a woman was saying goodbye to her children.
She suddenly caught sight of a pale boy with light blonde hair and a sneering face pushing scared looking first years out of the way. He was the last person Bridget wanted to run into-Draco Malfoy
Bridget started to turn around to go the other way, but then thought What am I thinking? I can't run away from Malfoy for the rest of my life. Besides, it's not like I'm scared of him.
She turned back towards Malfoy and began to make her way to the large scarlet train. She started to go around him, but he stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
Bridget found herself looking into the cold, sardonic, blue eyes so like his fathers, which could make you want to punch him for just looking at you. It was a rare gift that ran strongly throughout her family.
"Well, if it isn't Bridget Fawcutt" He drawled, putting emphasis on Fawcutt
"Ah, Malfoy, fancy seeing you here, and if you think you can bother me with that name, you've got another thing coming" She replied in a cool, emotionless voice she had perfected from years of practice.
Malfoy smirked and said "Filth like you doesn't deserve to carry the family name-it would be like you don't mind being-"
Bridget suddenly became awhere that they were attracting curious stares from other students, and said in a quite voice filled with disgust "I'd rather not have a name that use the family's, but then again, people like your father are proud of the fact that they terrorize innocent muggle borns"
In an equally quite and nasty tone, Malfoy replied "You think that you're safe because you used to mean something to the family, dream on"
Bridget laughed softly "Safe? When has it ever been safe to belong to-"
Glancing up at the sign, Bridget saw that the train was leaving in 30 seconds. Quickly grabbing her trunk and casting a look that could freeze flames at Malfoy, she began lugging it onto the train.
Deciding that any compartment would do, seeing as she didn't know anyone- not that it mattered. She'd come here to learn magic, not make friends-she figured to just take the first compartment.
She slid the door open, to find that there were only two people in the compartment. A girl with blonde hair and a dreamy expression who was reading an upside-down magazine, and a girl with fiery red hair and a pretty face, dusted with freckles.
"Um. do you mind if I sit here?" Bridget inquired apprehensively
"Not at all" The girl replied pleasantly with a smile "I'm Ginny Weasly by the way"
Bridget went to sit across from her and the blonde girl, saying "I'm Bridget Fawcutt"
She quickly sat down across from Ginny, and looked around for something to read or examine so that Ginny wouldn't start trying to get a conversation going.
She found nothing, and sure enough, Ginny said "I've never seen you before- are you new?"
"Yeah" Bridget muttered. She didn't really want to explained how her mother had tried to keep her from going for years by sending excuses to the ministry and getting them to allow her to home school Bridget. The only problem was, she didn't.
Bridget's mother never taught her so much as a single spell. However, since the Ministry of Magic had lifted the net of spells telling them if a student used magic outside of school from her house, Bridget had spent hours and hours learning spells.
Finally, last year, her mother had not been able to convince the ministry, and Bridget had been allowed to go attend Hogwarts.
Just then, the compartment door slid open and three more people came in. Bridget recognized the first at once. He had messy black hair, brilliant emerald eyes, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Harry Potter.
Her family hated him, but on the same note, they also hated her. If her family hated him, he was probably a decent human being-and he had brought down Voldemort for a few years.
The next person was a lanky boy with the same fiery red hair and freckles as Ginny-she assumed that her was probably her brother.
The last was a girl she didn't recognize with frizzy brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hi guys!" Ginny said brightly. "This is Bridget, and this is Harry, Ron- he's my brother, and Hermione" she said as she pointed to the thee who had just come in.
"Hi" Bridget said quietly, then began to stare out the window. She'd learned that people usually took the hint and didn't talk to you when you did this.
She let their conversation drift around her and didn't pay attention to any of it. She sat there staring out the window for what must have been hours. You were so excited to go to school, and you're already ignoring other kids, said a little voice inside her mind.
She pushed it away, thinking, I didn't come here to make friends. I don't care what they think of me-I just came to learn magic. But in her heart, she knew it wasn't true.
Not even at Hogwarts and already living a lie, Bridget thought with disgust. Anyway, I have Charley, and that's good enough for me-he's loads better than another student-he would never ask about my life, and I don't want to explain.
She spent the remainder of the ride looking out the window, pretending that the others weren't there.
Just as the train was coming to a halt, Harry said something that caught her attention. "So, what do you reckon Malfoy was talking about when he said Voldemort wanted to destroy the starlight crystal-I don't even know what it is"
Bridget's breath caught in her throat-she would be a target of Voldemort, for the bearer of the starlight crystal was always a person from a dark family who had chosen to defend what was right.
She couldn't help it-she had to know "Who was Malfoy talking too?" she put in sharply, making the others jump-they hadn't thought she was listening.
"You know Malfoy?" Ron inquired suspiciously.
"We've met" she replied dryly.
"He was talking to Goyle" Ron told her, still looking suspicious.
Bridget resisted the urge to moan "Oh shit!" and put her head in her hands- but just barely. If Malfoy was talking to Goyle, he wasn't bluffing.
The others must have noticed the color drain from her face because Ginny asked, "What's wrong"
"Oh nothing" Bridget replied airily, but with an edge in her voice that told them they'd better not push.
She quickly stood up and walked out of the compartment where she was immediately swept into a crowd of students all hurrying off the train. She followed the stream and found that they lead her out across the mild grassy slope under a dark blue sky with stars like glittering diamonds catching moonlight.
She saw that they were heading for a group of what Bridget guessed must be a hundred or more horseless. Only, where there should have been a horse, there was only a harness, held up by what appeared to be thin air.
Seeing that the students were all clambering in, Bridget walked up to an empty on and stepped in. With a lurch, the carriage began its accent up the hill.
A/N: Pleas read and review-any comments you have about my writing would be greatly appreciated.
Bridget sucked in her breath at the sight before her. She was surrounded by a crowd of bustling students and their families.
She could hear only snatches of conversation. Next to her a man was snapping "Sam, I told you not to forget you cauldron!" and to her right a woman was saying goodbye to her children.
She suddenly caught sight of a pale boy with light blonde hair and a sneering face pushing scared looking first years out of the way. He was the last person Bridget wanted to run into-Draco Malfoy
Bridget started to turn around to go the other way, but then thought What am I thinking? I can't run away from Malfoy for the rest of my life. Besides, it's not like I'm scared of him.
She turned back towards Malfoy and began to make her way to the large scarlet train. She started to go around him, but he stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
Bridget found herself looking into the cold, sardonic, blue eyes so like his fathers, which could make you want to punch him for just looking at you. It was a rare gift that ran strongly throughout her family.
"Well, if it isn't Bridget Fawcutt" He drawled, putting emphasis on Fawcutt
"Ah, Malfoy, fancy seeing you here, and if you think you can bother me with that name, you've got another thing coming" She replied in a cool, emotionless voice she had perfected from years of practice.
Malfoy smirked and said "Filth like you doesn't deserve to carry the family name-it would be like you don't mind being-"
Bridget suddenly became awhere that they were attracting curious stares from other students, and said in a quite voice filled with disgust "I'd rather not have a name that use the family's, but then again, people like your father are proud of the fact that they terrorize innocent muggle borns"
In an equally quite and nasty tone, Malfoy replied "You think that you're safe because you used to mean something to the family, dream on"
Bridget laughed softly "Safe? When has it ever been safe to belong to-"
Glancing up at the sign, Bridget saw that the train was leaving in 30 seconds. Quickly grabbing her trunk and casting a look that could freeze flames at Malfoy, she began lugging it onto the train.
Deciding that any compartment would do, seeing as she didn't know anyone- not that it mattered. She'd come here to learn magic, not make friends-she figured to just take the first compartment.
She slid the door open, to find that there were only two people in the compartment. A girl with blonde hair and a dreamy expression who was reading an upside-down magazine, and a girl with fiery red hair and a pretty face, dusted with freckles.
"Um. do you mind if I sit here?" Bridget inquired apprehensively
"Not at all" The girl replied pleasantly with a smile "I'm Ginny Weasly by the way"
Bridget went to sit across from her and the blonde girl, saying "I'm Bridget Fawcutt"
She quickly sat down across from Ginny, and looked around for something to read or examine so that Ginny wouldn't start trying to get a conversation going.
She found nothing, and sure enough, Ginny said "I've never seen you before- are you new?"
"Yeah" Bridget muttered. She didn't really want to explained how her mother had tried to keep her from going for years by sending excuses to the ministry and getting them to allow her to home school Bridget. The only problem was, she didn't.
Bridget's mother never taught her so much as a single spell. However, since the Ministry of Magic had lifted the net of spells telling them if a student used magic outside of school from her house, Bridget had spent hours and hours learning spells.
Finally, last year, her mother had not been able to convince the ministry, and Bridget had been allowed to go attend Hogwarts.
Just then, the compartment door slid open and three more people came in. Bridget recognized the first at once. He had messy black hair, brilliant emerald eyes, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Harry Potter.
Her family hated him, but on the same note, they also hated her. If her family hated him, he was probably a decent human being-and he had brought down Voldemort for a few years.
The next person was a lanky boy with the same fiery red hair and freckles as Ginny-she assumed that her was probably her brother.
The last was a girl she didn't recognize with frizzy brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hi guys!" Ginny said brightly. "This is Bridget, and this is Harry, Ron- he's my brother, and Hermione" she said as she pointed to the thee who had just come in.
"Hi" Bridget said quietly, then began to stare out the window. She'd learned that people usually took the hint and didn't talk to you when you did this.
She let their conversation drift around her and didn't pay attention to any of it. She sat there staring out the window for what must have been hours. You were so excited to go to school, and you're already ignoring other kids, said a little voice inside her mind.
She pushed it away, thinking, I didn't come here to make friends. I don't care what they think of me-I just came to learn magic. But in her heart, she knew it wasn't true.
Not even at Hogwarts and already living a lie, Bridget thought with disgust. Anyway, I have Charley, and that's good enough for me-he's loads better than another student-he would never ask about my life, and I don't want to explain.
She spent the remainder of the ride looking out the window, pretending that the others weren't there.
Just as the train was coming to a halt, Harry said something that caught her attention. "So, what do you reckon Malfoy was talking about when he said Voldemort wanted to destroy the starlight crystal-I don't even know what it is"
Bridget's breath caught in her throat-she would be a target of Voldemort, for the bearer of the starlight crystal was always a person from a dark family who had chosen to defend what was right.
She couldn't help it-she had to know "Who was Malfoy talking too?" she put in sharply, making the others jump-they hadn't thought she was listening.
"You know Malfoy?" Ron inquired suspiciously.
"We've met" she replied dryly.
"He was talking to Goyle" Ron told her, still looking suspicious.
Bridget resisted the urge to moan "Oh shit!" and put her head in her hands- but just barely. If Malfoy was talking to Goyle, he wasn't bluffing.
The others must have noticed the color drain from her face because Ginny asked, "What's wrong"
"Oh nothing" Bridget replied airily, but with an edge in her voice that told them they'd better not push.
She quickly stood up and walked out of the compartment where she was immediately swept into a crowd of students all hurrying off the train. She followed the stream and found that they lead her out across the mild grassy slope under a dark blue sky with stars like glittering diamonds catching moonlight.
She saw that they were heading for a group of what Bridget guessed must be a hundred or more horseless. Only, where there should have been a horse, there was only a harness, held up by what appeared to be thin air.
Seeing that the students were all clambering in, Bridget walked up to an empty on and stepped in. With a lurch, the carriage began its accent up the hill.
