Hey, this is my first time at Fanfic, so go easy on me. Also, I don't
bother with paragraphs, so excuse that too, I'm too impatient to bother
putting it into paragraph form.
Kylie strode down the corridor of the Hogwarts express, searching desperately for an
empty compartment. She had already passed half of the train, which was noisy,
congested, and packed with students. She tried not to notice the hurried whispering that
followed her down the train. Of course, she knew what they were saying, but it didn't
make her confident in herself. They were talking about how she was the American
exchange student they were all so anxious to meet. "Am I really that obvious?" she asked
herself, "Then again, I haven't seen one person in bellbottoms or skater shoes." Kylie
wore black VAN skater shoes on her large feet and flair jeans which perfectly modeled
her lean, muscular legs. Also, a navy blue t-shirt with ripped sleeves and a gold 85 on the
front, and her long, wavy auburn hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. Her hazel eyes
peered through the door window into the last compartment to see if it was full, but she
couldn't see anything. So she took a deep breath and stumbled inside. Her heart leapt.
Why, there were only three other people in here! The trio stopped chatting at once and
stared up at Kylie. There were two boys, one with jet black hair and brilliant green eyes,
the other flaming red hair and brown eyes. The other was a girl with bushy brown hair
and almost hazel eyes. She spotted a lightening-shaped scar on the black- haired boy's
forehead and she lightly touched the bandage on her cheek where her scar, identical to
his, lay underneath. In fact, they were brother and sister. They were separated when the
darkest wizard of the age, Voldemort, came to their house and murdered their parents. He
then turned on the twins and used the same deadly curse, but it had rebounded upon
himself. Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the age, came to the house shortly
after and swept Kylie up and quickly flew her to America to live with relatives. He then
put a Memory charm on anyone who knew about the second twin, for Kylie's protection.
No one knows why he did this, and no one bothered to ask him. Not even Kylie knew.
But, back to the present, Kylie was still standing nervously in the compartment door.
"Um, could I sit here? Every where else is full," she asked tentatively. "Sure! You're the
new exchange student, aren't you? I can tell by your voice." The girl replied cheerfully,
but in a slightly bossy voice. Kylie had the impression that she liked to be right about
everything. Kylie sank into a seat; all too aware that three pairs of eyes were glued to her
face. "Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Kylie, Kylie Smith," Kylie
said. She didn't feel that her true surname; Potter, should be revealed just yet. "I'm Ron
Weasley, that's Hermione Granger over there, and this is Harry Potter," the boy with red
hair replied. Kylie nodded to each of them as their name was called and paused for a
moment on Harry. There was a slight awkwardness between them, and Kylie, who wasn't
the most open person, wasn't about to break the ice. So they sat in silence for a few
seconds before a bored, drawling voice drifted into the compartment: "Why, if it isn't
Potty, Weasel, and the Mudblood. What's this, have you found another friend?" A boy
with blonde, greasy hair and a pale, pointed face stepped into the compartment. He was
followed by two huge boys, standing on either side of him, looking like bodyguards. His
cold, grey eyes met Kylie's hazel ones and he began to laugh. "I remember you. You're
that brat I met in America when I moved there for a year. You always were begging me
not to break your dolls. Always crying and sniveling. Well you don't seem much
different," he sneered. Kylie just glared back as memories of a blonde boy tripping her on
her roller skates, taking her dolls, and teasing her until she cried flashed through her head.
Kylie leapt to her feet and started towards the boy. "You slimy git," she muttered.
Suddenly, her arms were tightly knotted behind her back and she realized the boys were
his bodyguards. Malfoy, (as that was his name) walked towards her, laughing softly. He
began to drawl out something that made his lips curl in a smirk, but Kylie wasn't
listening. She had realized a crucial mistake the bodyguards had made in restraining her.
Although her arms were tightly restrained behind her back, her legs were free to do
whatever she desired them too. As her father had taught her to street fight, she knew the
importance of straddling an enemy's legs. Her face contorted with the hatred which was
pulsing through her body, she wound up and kicked Malfoy with all her might in the
most sensitive area she knew: the groin. Malfoy stopped talking abruptly, his eyes
watering in agony. Feeling he wasn't suffering enough, Kylie kicked him twice more,
causing him to sink to the ground, whimpering and moaning in pain. She felt her arms be
released and watched with a sick satisfaction as Malfoy was dragged from the
compartment. Kylie then turned to face her new found friends, whose mouths were wide
open in amazement. "I suppose you want to know what all that was about?" Kylie asked.
"No, we want to know what that is all about!" Ron exclaimed, pointing at her right
cheek. Kylie gasped as she saw her bandage resting on the floor.
*~Oh my goodness! What will happen to Kylie's newfound friendship? Will it be broken because she lied? Or will it be made stronger with this new piece of information! Chapter 2 soon!~*
Kylie strode down the corridor of the Hogwarts express, searching desperately for an
empty compartment. She had already passed half of the train, which was noisy,
congested, and packed with students. She tried not to notice the hurried whispering that
followed her down the train. Of course, she knew what they were saying, but it didn't
make her confident in herself. They were talking about how she was the American
exchange student they were all so anxious to meet. "Am I really that obvious?" she asked
herself, "Then again, I haven't seen one person in bellbottoms or skater shoes." Kylie
wore black VAN skater shoes on her large feet and flair jeans which perfectly modeled
her lean, muscular legs. Also, a navy blue t-shirt with ripped sleeves and a gold 85 on the
front, and her long, wavy auburn hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. Her hazel eyes
peered through the door window into the last compartment to see if it was full, but she
couldn't see anything. So she took a deep breath and stumbled inside. Her heart leapt.
Why, there were only three other people in here! The trio stopped chatting at once and
stared up at Kylie. There were two boys, one with jet black hair and brilliant green eyes,
the other flaming red hair and brown eyes. The other was a girl with bushy brown hair
and almost hazel eyes. She spotted a lightening-shaped scar on the black- haired boy's
forehead and she lightly touched the bandage on her cheek where her scar, identical to
his, lay underneath. In fact, they were brother and sister. They were separated when the
darkest wizard of the age, Voldemort, came to their house and murdered their parents. He
then turned on the twins and used the same deadly curse, but it had rebounded upon
himself. Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the age, came to the house shortly
after and swept Kylie up and quickly flew her to America to live with relatives. He then
put a Memory charm on anyone who knew about the second twin, for Kylie's protection.
No one knows why he did this, and no one bothered to ask him. Not even Kylie knew.
But, back to the present, Kylie was still standing nervously in the compartment door.
"Um, could I sit here? Every where else is full," she asked tentatively. "Sure! You're the
new exchange student, aren't you? I can tell by your voice." The girl replied cheerfully,
but in a slightly bossy voice. Kylie had the impression that she liked to be right about
everything. Kylie sank into a seat; all too aware that three pairs of eyes were glued to her
face. "Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Kylie, Kylie Smith," Kylie
said. She didn't feel that her true surname; Potter, should be revealed just yet. "I'm Ron
Weasley, that's Hermione Granger over there, and this is Harry Potter," the boy with red
hair replied. Kylie nodded to each of them as their name was called and paused for a
moment on Harry. There was a slight awkwardness between them, and Kylie, who wasn't
the most open person, wasn't about to break the ice. So they sat in silence for a few
seconds before a bored, drawling voice drifted into the compartment: "Why, if it isn't
Potty, Weasel, and the Mudblood. What's this, have you found another friend?" A boy
with blonde, greasy hair and a pale, pointed face stepped into the compartment. He was
followed by two huge boys, standing on either side of him, looking like bodyguards. His
cold, grey eyes met Kylie's hazel ones and he began to laugh. "I remember you. You're
that brat I met in America when I moved there for a year. You always were begging me
not to break your dolls. Always crying and sniveling. Well you don't seem much
different," he sneered. Kylie just glared back as memories of a blonde boy tripping her on
her roller skates, taking her dolls, and teasing her until she cried flashed through her head.
Kylie leapt to her feet and started towards the boy. "You slimy git," she muttered.
Suddenly, her arms were tightly knotted behind her back and she realized the boys were
his bodyguards. Malfoy, (as that was his name) walked towards her, laughing softly. He
began to drawl out something that made his lips curl in a smirk, but Kylie wasn't
listening. She had realized a crucial mistake the bodyguards had made in restraining her.
Although her arms were tightly restrained behind her back, her legs were free to do
whatever she desired them too. As her father had taught her to street fight, she knew the
importance of straddling an enemy's legs. Her face contorted with the hatred which was
pulsing through her body, she wound up and kicked Malfoy with all her might in the
most sensitive area she knew: the groin. Malfoy stopped talking abruptly, his eyes
watering in agony. Feeling he wasn't suffering enough, Kylie kicked him twice more,
causing him to sink to the ground, whimpering and moaning in pain. She felt her arms be
released and watched with a sick satisfaction as Malfoy was dragged from the
compartment. Kylie then turned to face her new found friends, whose mouths were wide
open in amazement. "I suppose you want to know what all that was about?" Kylie asked.
"No, we want to know what that is all about!" Ron exclaimed, pointing at her right
cheek. Kylie gasped as she saw her bandage resting on the floor.
*~Oh my goodness! What will happen to Kylie's newfound friendship? Will it be broken because she lied? Or will it be made stronger with this new piece of information! Chapter 2 soon!~*