A/N: Alright, the real test. If it doesn't work out, I'm deleting this puppy. [cracks knuckles] Now or never, here we go.
Disclaimer: The title is Ville Valo's. [frowns] And everything else minus Rianne is J.K.'s.
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Rianne felt lost. Maybe she was lost. Her feet were planted in the middle of King's Cross Train Station, her head swiveled back and forth between two platforms marked with the numbers nine and ten.
"This is just stupid, is what it is."
She stood about five feet away from the platforms, her gray eyes glinting silver with anger. This was some kind of cruel joke. If it was, compliments to the mastermind of it all, it was convincing.
Rianne sighed and ran her hand through her hair. She spotted a small child, maybe ten, dressed in a black robe, running with his cart, aimed for the barrier that separated the two platforms. Her eyes widened in horror.
"Hey, kid! Watch out!"
Stupidity thickened its ora around her. The kid disappeared and people stared at her. Wonderful.
He disappeared?
Her watch glowed that she was losing time. The train would leave in ten minutes. Crossing her arms, Rianne looked up and saw another, a girl, repeat the process. It was simple logic, and she missed it. This brought about more laughter from Rianne, and caused the citizens in King's Cross Station to cast glances again.
So she ran towards the same barrier. She closed her eyes, fearful of making a big old clank into the wall, and for officers to finally come and take her off to the loony bin, but heard a clammer of voices and the term "Hogwarts Express". Rianne opened her eyes and saw a scarlet train.
"Sweet," She muttered.
A conductor, maybe in his early twenties, directed Rianne to a cabin, an empty one. Most of the students were outside the train, saying their goodbyes and farewells to their families. Rianne felt a pang of jealousy. She clutched her bag and watched as the older man dragged her trunk off to a different location of the train.
Silently, she watched groups of students run down the halls of the train and find cabins that were empty. This failed to entertain her in the least bit.
Rianne reached into the pocket of her green cargos and brought out a wrinkled letter from Hogwarts.
"You will be attending the sixth year student's schedule according to plan. Your house will be Gryffindor..."
It then went in to explanation for the house name. At Minstrel's, she was taught everything there was to know about Hogwart's, as if she attended the school already. She looked at her watch for the thirtieth time. Only eight minutes passed.
i I'd kill for a CD player./i
Her head found its way against the cold window pane and triggered a nice sleepy effect. The outside noises were becoming an eerie blur. Rianne allowed her eyes to flutter open cautiously.
Just what she was afraid, the world was coated in a red haze.
The small emblem beneath her bracelet started to burn, sending pain through her arm. She grasped it and closed her eyes, waiting for everything to stop moving.
It only became worse. Breathing was now too difficult. There wasn't any sound. Just deafening silence. She was too afraid to open her eyes. She was shaken out of it when there was a hand on her shoulder.
She wanted to hug the girl who rescued her from that little... spell.
"Are you alright?"
Rianne looked behind her and saw two boys. One looked vaguely familiar.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."
"Are you saving this cab for someone?"
"No"
The three filed in and sat down. A boy, maybe Rianne's age, the one with dark hair sat next to her. He had stunning green eyes.
"Hermione Granger," The girl spoke.
"Rianne Devant," They shook hands, Rianne's was cold. She turned to the boy with red hair. "I think I met you back in the Leaky Cauldron. You're name was either Fred or George."
Hermione giggled. "No, I'm Ron Weasley. Fred and George are my brothers." Rianne blushed. Oops.
"Harry Potter," Rianne jumped.
"You're shitting me," She smiled. i What are the odds?/i When he smiled back, she thought she would melt.
"Nope," He moved his hair aside to reveal the small scar on his forehead.
"Wow," Rianne turned to the dark-eyed Hermione Granger. "How long would the ride be, do you know?"
"Approximately an hour and fifteen minutes,"
"Hermione knows everything, she does." Ron spoak up. He brought out a small package of... yes, chocolate frogs. Hermione took out a small compact mirror. She scowled and dug through her bag.
Harry was staring at Rianne.
"I've never seen you before,"
Rianne grinned like an idiot. "Actually, I transferred from Minstrel's. I was too advanced for my class."
"Hermione, I think you have a bit of competition." Ron said with a mouthful of chocolate.
"Minstrel? Isn't that the only school in the United States?" She ignored Ron.
"It is. I was being redirected here, and I'm in the house, um... Gryffindor."
All three of them smiled. Creepy. "So are we,"
Rianne only laughed. She took out her own compact as they discussed something or another. Her eyeliner was running. That's why Harry was staring at me, she thought. She re-applied as Hermione took out her wand. She was polishing it with the skirts of her robes. Rianne resisted the urge to laugh.
"It's new," She said proudly. "My other started shedding splinters."
There was something that separated Hermione's from Rianne's. Hermione's was a deep black wood. Rianne furrowed her brow and dug for her own.
"I think something is wrong," Rianne said. She brought out her wand. Hermione raised her eyebrows and Ron choked on his chocolate as he was trying to say something. Rianne didn't turn to see Harry's expression. She felt she didn't need to.
Her wand was pure white. It wasn't wood. Marble, with a black line spiraling around from end to tip.
Harry took her wand to examine it closer. Hermione spoke up, "Those are rare. Nor do they allow to be used. They're the Untamed wands."
"It's neat," Harry said. He gave it back to Rianne.
"But they could be dangerous if in the wrong hands." Hermione said. Rianne brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She rested her chin on her knees. Her black sweatshirt wasn't keeping her warm enough. Her gray eyes drifted to stare at the ends of her Vans. She shifted positions again, and leaned against the wall, and fell asleep to the steady motion of the train.
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"Rianne? Rianne, wake up." Harry shook her a little. Rianne groaned. Her head hurt like hell. Hermione and Ron had brought down their trunks and cases, already stepping out of the cabin.
"Come on, we're here," He shot her one of those dazzling smiles. Her heart shot up to her throat.
There was something wrong about his presence...
Something i terribly /i wrong.
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Rianne sat next to Hermione and another girl and looked up at a series of floating candles. This place kicked ass.
The Great Hall's ceiling reflected a cloudless, starry night sky, allowing the levitating candles to shine in all their glory. Rianne sat next to Harry and listened as the crowd hushed their discussions and faced the front. An old hat was placed on a small stool, it cleared its invisible throat and cried out:
center This year is new and I welcome you
What this year's memories can we save?
Every year, another cheer,
For what Hogwart's rememberance gave
Slytherin, HufflePuff, Ravenclaw
And lovely Gryffindor too,
All wish you a happy year
And a very lucky one, too.
My song is short this year,
It certaintly is not a win
So send those little first years,
And let the sorting begin!
/center
And old wizard stood up at the podium and welcomed the school. No doubt, Sir Dumbledore.
Rianne didn't pay attention to the welcome speech. She was taking the faces of the students. Her eyes caught on a guy who smirked at her and whispered to his friends. She ignored him. Tried to anyway. His eyes kind of bore through her through that blonde hair.
He was hot.
Rianne tried not to laugh. She didn't like people staring at her like she WAS a lunatic. She looked down at her plate and jumped back when food appeared out of nowhere. Dumbledore had ended his speech.
She wasn't hungry.
"... isn't it?" Rianne realized Hermione was talking to her.
"Sorry, what?"
"Minstrel is a small school." Hermione stated.
"Oh, yeah." She looked at her food and bit back the urge to hurl. "Couldn't I just go back to the room and wait for you guys to get back? I'm not hungry." She pushed her plate away.
"You could, are you feeling alright?" Harry asked. Ron was busy stuffing his face.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Where is it?"
"Ours is the easiest to find, just follow that corridor," Hermione pointed, "And you'll see a large painting of a plump woman. The password is Cliantstry."
"Got it, see you guys later," Rianne got up and tried to get her legs to work. She was walking between two tables when the blonde-haired kid spoke up.
"Hey," Rianne closed her eyes tight and turned around. "You new here?"
Rianne was close to strangling anyway who got in her way of getting to her room.
"Yes," She said, exasperated.
"Draco Malfoy,"
"Rianne Devant," She stuck out her hand, familiar with the gesture. Draco abruptly took it and pressed it to his lips. One of his friends snickered.
"Pleasure,"
i Freak./i
Rianne forced a smile and turned around to go to her room. Just before though, she saw Harry look at her with those enchanting green eyes.
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Rianne plopped down on the bed that her trunk was set in front of and stared at the ceiling. She rubbed her hand, as if to take away the germs that... Draco, he said his name was, left on her hand.
The old lady was protestant on letting her name. Rianne had to show her the letter in order to go inside.
Rianne sat up and looked out the window that showed her a view of the green grass that was now covered by a dark blanket and dimly lit by the moon. She wondered if her parents knew where she was. She moved her bracelet slightly to look at the emblem she was born with.
It was a hollow heart, with the number thirteen in roman numerals inside it. She just assumed she was born with it, she didn't remember receiving it. It was barely noticed, though Rianne kept it hidden under a bracelet or a sleeve.
But now it was more visible then ever.
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A/N: I wrote that little diddy for the sorting hat. It's incredibly short, I haven't slept, and it's almost nine in the morning. I'm fixing all these chaps for your viewing pleasure. Now feel special, and review you bunch of ingrates. =]
Disclaimer: The title is Ville Valo's. [frowns] And everything else minus Rianne is J.K.'s.
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Rianne felt lost. Maybe she was lost. Her feet were planted in the middle of King's Cross Train Station, her head swiveled back and forth between two platforms marked with the numbers nine and ten.
"This is just stupid, is what it is."
She stood about five feet away from the platforms, her gray eyes glinting silver with anger. This was some kind of cruel joke. If it was, compliments to the mastermind of it all, it was convincing.
Rianne sighed and ran her hand through her hair. She spotted a small child, maybe ten, dressed in a black robe, running with his cart, aimed for the barrier that separated the two platforms. Her eyes widened in horror.
"Hey, kid! Watch out!"
Stupidity thickened its ora around her. The kid disappeared and people stared at her. Wonderful.
He disappeared?
Her watch glowed that she was losing time. The train would leave in ten minutes. Crossing her arms, Rianne looked up and saw another, a girl, repeat the process. It was simple logic, and she missed it. This brought about more laughter from Rianne, and caused the citizens in King's Cross Station to cast glances again.
So she ran towards the same barrier. She closed her eyes, fearful of making a big old clank into the wall, and for officers to finally come and take her off to the loony bin, but heard a clammer of voices and the term "Hogwarts Express". Rianne opened her eyes and saw a scarlet train.
"Sweet," She muttered.
A conductor, maybe in his early twenties, directed Rianne to a cabin, an empty one. Most of the students were outside the train, saying their goodbyes and farewells to their families. Rianne felt a pang of jealousy. She clutched her bag and watched as the older man dragged her trunk off to a different location of the train.
Silently, she watched groups of students run down the halls of the train and find cabins that were empty. This failed to entertain her in the least bit.
Rianne reached into the pocket of her green cargos and brought out a wrinkled letter from Hogwarts.
"You will be attending the sixth year student's schedule according to plan. Your house will be Gryffindor..."
It then went in to explanation for the house name. At Minstrel's, she was taught everything there was to know about Hogwart's, as if she attended the school already. She looked at her watch for the thirtieth time. Only eight minutes passed.
i I'd kill for a CD player./i
Her head found its way against the cold window pane and triggered a nice sleepy effect. The outside noises were becoming an eerie blur. Rianne allowed her eyes to flutter open cautiously.
Just what she was afraid, the world was coated in a red haze.
The small emblem beneath her bracelet started to burn, sending pain through her arm. She grasped it and closed her eyes, waiting for everything to stop moving.
It only became worse. Breathing was now too difficult. There wasn't any sound. Just deafening silence. She was too afraid to open her eyes. She was shaken out of it when there was a hand on her shoulder.
She wanted to hug the girl who rescued her from that little... spell.
"Are you alright?"
Rianne looked behind her and saw two boys. One looked vaguely familiar.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."
"Are you saving this cab for someone?"
"No"
The three filed in and sat down. A boy, maybe Rianne's age, the one with dark hair sat next to her. He had stunning green eyes.
"Hermione Granger," The girl spoke.
"Rianne Devant," They shook hands, Rianne's was cold. She turned to the boy with red hair. "I think I met you back in the Leaky Cauldron. You're name was either Fred or George."
Hermione giggled. "No, I'm Ron Weasley. Fred and George are my brothers." Rianne blushed. Oops.
"Harry Potter," Rianne jumped.
"You're shitting me," She smiled. i What are the odds?/i When he smiled back, she thought she would melt.
"Nope," He moved his hair aside to reveal the small scar on his forehead.
"Wow," Rianne turned to the dark-eyed Hermione Granger. "How long would the ride be, do you know?"
"Approximately an hour and fifteen minutes,"
"Hermione knows everything, she does." Ron spoak up. He brought out a small package of... yes, chocolate frogs. Hermione took out a small compact mirror. She scowled and dug through her bag.
Harry was staring at Rianne.
"I've never seen you before,"
Rianne grinned like an idiot. "Actually, I transferred from Minstrel's. I was too advanced for my class."
"Hermione, I think you have a bit of competition." Ron said with a mouthful of chocolate.
"Minstrel? Isn't that the only school in the United States?" She ignored Ron.
"It is. I was being redirected here, and I'm in the house, um... Gryffindor."
All three of them smiled. Creepy. "So are we,"
Rianne only laughed. She took out her own compact as they discussed something or another. Her eyeliner was running. That's why Harry was staring at me, she thought. She re-applied as Hermione took out her wand. She was polishing it with the skirts of her robes. Rianne resisted the urge to laugh.
"It's new," She said proudly. "My other started shedding splinters."
There was something that separated Hermione's from Rianne's. Hermione's was a deep black wood. Rianne furrowed her brow and dug for her own.
"I think something is wrong," Rianne said. She brought out her wand. Hermione raised her eyebrows and Ron choked on his chocolate as he was trying to say something. Rianne didn't turn to see Harry's expression. She felt she didn't need to.
Her wand was pure white. It wasn't wood. Marble, with a black line spiraling around from end to tip.
Harry took her wand to examine it closer. Hermione spoke up, "Those are rare. Nor do they allow to be used. They're the Untamed wands."
"It's neat," Harry said. He gave it back to Rianne.
"But they could be dangerous if in the wrong hands." Hermione said. Rianne brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She rested her chin on her knees. Her black sweatshirt wasn't keeping her warm enough. Her gray eyes drifted to stare at the ends of her Vans. She shifted positions again, and leaned against the wall, and fell asleep to the steady motion of the train.
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"Rianne? Rianne, wake up." Harry shook her a little. Rianne groaned. Her head hurt like hell. Hermione and Ron had brought down their trunks and cases, already stepping out of the cabin.
"Come on, we're here," He shot her one of those dazzling smiles. Her heart shot up to her throat.
There was something wrong about his presence...
Something i terribly /i wrong.
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Rianne sat next to Hermione and another girl and looked up at a series of floating candles. This place kicked ass.
The Great Hall's ceiling reflected a cloudless, starry night sky, allowing the levitating candles to shine in all their glory. Rianne sat next to Harry and listened as the crowd hushed their discussions and faced the front. An old hat was placed on a small stool, it cleared its invisible throat and cried out:
center This year is new and I welcome you
What this year's memories can we save?
Every year, another cheer,
For what Hogwart's rememberance gave
Slytherin, HufflePuff, Ravenclaw
And lovely Gryffindor too,
All wish you a happy year
And a very lucky one, too.
My song is short this year,
It certaintly is not a win
So send those little first years,
And let the sorting begin!
/center
And old wizard stood up at the podium and welcomed the school. No doubt, Sir Dumbledore.
Rianne didn't pay attention to the welcome speech. She was taking the faces of the students. Her eyes caught on a guy who smirked at her and whispered to his friends. She ignored him. Tried to anyway. His eyes kind of bore through her through that blonde hair.
He was hot.
Rianne tried not to laugh. She didn't like people staring at her like she WAS a lunatic. She looked down at her plate and jumped back when food appeared out of nowhere. Dumbledore had ended his speech.
She wasn't hungry.
"... isn't it?" Rianne realized Hermione was talking to her.
"Sorry, what?"
"Minstrel is a small school." Hermione stated.
"Oh, yeah." She looked at her food and bit back the urge to hurl. "Couldn't I just go back to the room and wait for you guys to get back? I'm not hungry." She pushed her plate away.
"You could, are you feeling alright?" Harry asked. Ron was busy stuffing his face.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Where is it?"
"Ours is the easiest to find, just follow that corridor," Hermione pointed, "And you'll see a large painting of a plump woman. The password is Cliantstry."
"Got it, see you guys later," Rianne got up and tried to get her legs to work. She was walking between two tables when the blonde-haired kid spoke up.
"Hey," Rianne closed her eyes tight and turned around. "You new here?"
Rianne was close to strangling anyway who got in her way of getting to her room.
"Yes," She said, exasperated.
"Draco Malfoy,"
"Rianne Devant," She stuck out her hand, familiar with the gesture. Draco abruptly took it and pressed it to his lips. One of his friends snickered.
"Pleasure,"
i Freak./i
Rianne forced a smile and turned around to go to her room. Just before though, she saw Harry look at her with those enchanting green eyes.
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Rianne plopped down on the bed that her trunk was set in front of and stared at the ceiling. She rubbed her hand, as if to take away the germs that... Draco, he said his name was, left on her hand.
The old lady was protestant on letting her name. Rianne had to show her the letter in order to go inside.
Rianne sat up and looked out the window that showed her a view of the green grass that was now covered by a dark blanket and dimly lit by the moon. She wondered if her parents knew where she was. She moved her bracelet slightly to look at the emblem she was born with.
It was a hollow heart, with the number thirteen in roman numerals inside it. She just assumed she was born with it, she didn't remember receiving it. It was barely noticed, though Rianne kept it hidden under a bracelet or a sleeve.
But now it was more visible then ever.
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A/N: I wrote that little diddy for the sorting hat. It's incredibly short, I haven't slept, and it's almost nine in the morning. I'm fixing all these chaps for your viewing pleasure. Now feel special, and review you bunch of ingrates. =]