Disclaimer: Why am I doing disclaimers now and not before? I have no idea. I felt like letting you law-nutcases know that this is fanfiction. I do not own J.K. Rowling's characters… Or J.K. Rowling. O.o; Obviously…
I DO own Stella though.
"OW!! What…?" said Stella. She opened her eyes and saw an owl pecking at her nose.
"OW!! STOP IT STAR!!" she yelled, and the owl stopped. Star flew away, leaving a letter on her lap. Stella opened it and read the parchment.
Stella,
Hello. How was your day at Hogwarts? I heard you have been sorted into Gryffindor…
That's really too bad. Nacrissa even told me several times, after you left, that she is sure you're pure-blood. How can you be pure-blood and not be sorted in Slytherin? Don't worry though; I'm sure there must be a good reason. Perhaps the sorting hat got confused. Odd…
Anyway, I just wanted you to know something VERY IMPORTANT. I want you to STAY AWAY from Harry Potter (who has a scar on the head, very easy to find), Hermione Granger (great student, muggle-born, brown hair), Ron Weasley (like I said, red hair), and all of the other mudbloods – which are not pure-blooded by the way. (Be careful using the word mudblood though, it's supposed to be offensive.) I suggest you talk more to Professor Snape and the other Slytherins. They are good fellows, they are.
I hope you enjoy Hogwarts as much as your family has. Good luck and get A's.
From,
Your Father.
Stella blinked and put it with her other belongings. She got dressed and went to the Common Room. She realized it was too early for breakfast, so she sat and waited. She sat at a table, skimming through The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1). There was no one else around, but then she heard footsteps.
She looked up and saw a boy with black hair, green eyes and a lightning scar on his forehead. He had his school robes on, like Stella. Unlike Stella, however, he was much older – about sixteen. He looked exhausted. He slouched, his hair messed up and his arms dangling. His glasses were tilted to one side. He pushed them up and rubbed his eyes. He yawned.
"What time is it?" he moaned.
"Five. Are you Harry Potter?" said Stella.
"Yes."
"Oh…" muttered Stella, and went back to skimming through her book.
"Why are you up this early?"
Stella looked up, "My owl wouldn't leave me alone. What about you?" Her thoughts went a bit wild, "Wait a minute, why am I talking to him? My father would go insane if he found out that I'm talking to Harry Potter."
"Oh, I had a nightmare," said Harry now sitting down by the fireplace.
There was a long silence, and then Harry spoke, "Aren't you Stella… Malfoy?"
"Yes…" "For the millionth time people…Sheesh."
"I never heard -" said Harry, but then he was interrupted. Stella stood up, threw her book on the floor and yelled loudly.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE SAY THAT!?!? The Malfoys COMPLETELY forget about me when they talk to people. I spent MOST OF MY TIME indoors… I AM ADOPTED - FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME ALREADY!!"
"… You might wake up everyone."
"I DO NOT CARE!!" Stella roared.
Suddenly, another boy appeared, and he had bright red hair. He looked tired as well.
"Is it time already?" he yawned.
"No, it's two minutes after five o'clock," said Harry.
"Who was yelling – no, wait, let me guess… you?"
"No, her." Harry pointed at Stella.
"It's rude to point," Stella said quietly.
"It's also rude to scream and wake up people," yawn the red head.
"Who are you?"
"Ron."
"You know what? I shouldn't even be talking to you two. I'm not allowed."
Ron and Harry looked at each other, then at Stella. She grabbed her book and skimmed through it again.
"You're not allowed to talk to us? Did your dad tell you that?" asked Harry.
She nodded.
Ron chuckled, "Yeah, typical… Very typical."
"… Typical?"
"Yeah, your father is a pure-blood nut, isn't he?"
"Well… yeah."
"Shame though, it's not like there's actual dirt in our blood," said Harry.
"Right," said Ron.
Stella stayed silent. "Yeah, how can there be actual dirt in blood? If there were dirt in muggle-like blood then they'd probably die," she thought, "This whole muggle-born thing is probably just a bunch of non-sense."
Ron yawned and lied on the couch. Harry stared into the fireplace, but then he looked at Ron.
"How do you think she got into Gryffindor?" he whispered.
"I don't know. The Sorting Hat must have been confused," Ron whispered back.
"How can it be confused? It's magical."
Ron shrugged. "Dunno."
"Shut up," said Stella loudly. She could hear them whisper.
"Stupid people," muttered Stella as she walked to the Great Hall. However, suddenly, she bumped into someone. They both fell back and dropped their book bags.
"Sorry," said Stella, rubbing her forehead. She picked up her book bag and then looked at the person in front of her. It was a boy her age, and he had brown hair and hazel eyes. He was also skinny as a stick… Well, almost a stick. He was in Gryffindor according to his badge.
"It's all right; I should've watched where I was going," he replied in a mono-tone, sluggish kind of voice.
"Err… Are you okay?"
"Sure, I'm fine," he muttered, then walked to the Great Hall.
Stella looked behind him, shook her head and walked to the Great Hall as well.
Author's Note: I have a feeling that this is getting boring... Well, I'll try to spice up the nice chapter. However, I won't be able to upload for another 3 weeks due to that I'm going to Portugal. -.-