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Harry Potter stories. I do, however, own the plot and any character you
might not remember from the books.
A/N: I really hope that you guys like this story. Please review. If you hate it, please review and explain how I might improve.
Malya Matthews watched the rain drop lightly outside the train window. Gosh, she though, it's so gloomy out there. It seemed to be a reflection of how she was feeling inside. She sighed heavily, resting her cheek on her fist. Her chocolate brown hair, which tended to poof out more often than not, was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing her dark brown eyes. She wasn't very tall for a student soon to be in her sixth year. She wore glasses, for she was near sighted, which had caused her trouble in her classes.
As the Hogwarts Express slowly continued down the track, Malya thought about her old school. She had gone to a school for witchcraft and wizardry in America for the past six years. But a month before her seventeenth birthday, it had burned down, killing one of her best friends and injuring two others.
So now, she would spend her first, and last, year at Hogwarts in England. She was feeling miserable. She wouldn't know anyone, save two, at Hogwarts and was sure she wouldn't fit in. She had not confidence to speak of, which only brought her down even more. She was brought out of her thoughts by a knock at the door.
"Come in," she squeaked. The door opened and in walked a boy with unruly black hair and a scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his head.
"Hello," he smiled, extending his hand. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
"Malya Matthews," replied Malya. She shook his hand and smiled.
"May I sit down?" he asked.
"Not at all," replied Malya. He sat down across from her.
"You're new, aren't you?" asked Harry. She nodded. "What year are you?"
"Seventh," replied Malya. She looked down at her hands. "And to be honest, I am petrified."
"Nah, don't be," smiled Harry. "The school is nice overall." The door opened once again and a girl with poofy brown hair and another young man with red hair and freckles walked in.
"Harry, there you are," said the girl. "Ron and I have been looking everywhere for you. We've finished our prefect duties early, so-," She stopped when she noticed Malya curled up in the window seat. "Oh, hello. My name is Hermoine Granger."
"And I'm Ron Weasly," said the red head. "Hermoine's boyfriend."
"Nice to meet you," smiled Malya, shaking their hands. "Malya Matthews." Ron and Hermoine shook her hand and then sat down, Hermoine next to her and Ron next to Harry.
"So, where did you go to school before coming here?" asked Harry.
"I come from San Jacinto School For Under-aged Witches," replied Malya.
"An all girl school?" asked Ron. "Man, talk about lousy."
"Do you know which house you are to be placed in?" asked Hermoine. Malya reached into her pocket and pulled out a pink slip of paper.
"Sl-thhhh-errin," Malya stammered. "Or, something to that affect."
"Slytherin!!!" cried Harry. Hermoine gasped as she covered her mouth with her left hand and Ron's eyes popped out of his socket.
"No," frowned Ron. "Y-You can't be."
"Is that bad?" asked Malya, looking from Harry to Hermoine and then to Ron.
"Slytherins are the cruelest, most evil creatures with no hearts," said Hermoine. "Especially that Draco Malfoy."
"Oh dear," sighed Malya, shaking. "Oh, I do hope my cousin is alright."
"Cousin?" asked Ron.
"My cousin, Crystal, already goes to Hogwarts," replied Malya. "In fact, she is also in Slytherin."
"Rotten luck, really," frowned Ron. That was when the doors flew open and in walked two figures. One was a girl with short, brown hair and green eyes. The boy beside her was tall with brown skin and black, curly hair.
"Crystal! Lucio!" exclaimed Malya. She jumped up and threw her arms first around her cousin and then the boy who had come in with them.
"There you are, cousin," smiled Crystal. "Lucy here was beginning to wonder if you had even made it on the train."
"Well, I did," smiled Malya. She turned to Harry, Ron and Hermoine. "This is my cousin, Crystal, and our friend, Lucio."
"Hello," said Crystal and Lucio in unison.
"Feel free to just call him Lucy," smiled Crystal, indicating Lucio. "We do."
"You'd better change into your robes, Malya," Lucio said. "Hogwarts is only ten minutes away."
"Sure," smiled Malya. She felt better knowing that her cousin was here with her. As she rushed to change her into her robes, she smiled, thinking of all the fun they would have. Or would they?
A/N: I really hope that you guys like this story. Please review. If you hate it, please review and explain how I might improve.
Malya Matthews watched the rain drop lightly outside the train window. Gosh, she though, it's so gloomy out there. It seemed to be a reflection of how she was feeling inside. She sighed heavily, resting her cheek on her fist. Her chocolate brown hair, which tended to poof out more often than not, was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing her dark brown eyes. She wasn't very tall for a student soon to be in her sixth year. She wore glasses, for she was near sighted, which had caused her trouble in her classes.
As the Hogwarts Express slowly continued down the track, Malya thought about her old school. She had gone to a school for witchcraft and wizardry in America for the past six years. But a month before her seventeenth birthday, it had burned down, killing one of her best friends and injuring two others.
So now, she would spend her first, and last, year at Hogwarts in England. She was feeling miserable. She wouldn't know anyone, save two, at Hogwarts and was sure she wouldn't fit in. She had not confidence to speak of, which only brought her down even more. She was brought out of her thoughts by a knock at the door.
"Come in," she squeaked. The door opened and in walked a boy with unruly black hair and a scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his head.
"Hello," he smiled, extending his hand. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
"Malya Matthews," replied Malya. She shook his hand and smiled.
"May I sit down?" he asked.
"Not at all," replied Malya. He sat down across from her.
"You're new, aren't you?" asked Harry. She nodded. "What year are you?"
"Seventh," replied Malya. She looked down at her hands. "And to be honest, I am petrified."
"Nah, don't be," smiled Harry. "The school is nice overall." The door opened once again and a girl with poofy brown hair and another young man with red hair and freckles walked in.
"Harry, there you are," said the girl. "Ron and I have been looking everywhere for you. We've finished our prefect duties early, so-," She stopped when she noticed Malya curled up in the window seat. "Oh, hello. My name is Hermoine Granger."
"And I'm Ron Weasly," said the red head. "Hermoine's boyfriend."
"Nice to meet you," smiled Malya, shaking their hands. "Malya Matthews." Ron and Hermoine shook her hand and then sat down, Hermoine next to her and Ron next to Harry.
"So, where did you go to school before coming here?" asked Harry.
"I come from San Jacinto School For Under-aged Witches," replied Malya.
"An all girl school?" asked Ron. "Man, talk about lousy."
"Do you know which house you are to be placed in?" asked Hermoine. Malya reached into her pocket and pulled out a pink slip of paper.
"Sl-thhhh-errin," Malya stammered. "Or, something to that affect."
"Slytherin!!!" cried Harry. Hermoine gasped as she covered her mouth with her left hand and Ron's eyes popped out of his socket.
"No," frowned Ron. "Y-You can't be."
"Is that bad?" asked Malya, looking from Harry to Hermoine and then to Ron.
"Slytherins are the cruelest, most evil creatures with no hearts," said Hermoine. "Especially that Draco Malfoy."
"Oh dear," sighed Malya, shaking. "Oh, I do hope my cousin is alright."
"Cousin?" asked Ron.
"My cousin, Crystal, already goes to Hogwarts," replied Malya. "In fact, she is also in Slytherin."
"Rotten luck, really," frowned Ron. That was when the doors flew open and in walked two figures. One was a girl with short, brown hair and green eyes. The boy beside her was tall with brown skin and black, curly hair.
"Crystal! Lucio!" exclaimed Malya. She jumped up and threw her arms first around her cousin and then the boy who had come in with them.
"There you are, cousin," smiled Crystal. "Lucy here was beginning to wonder if you had even made it on the train."
"Well, I did," smiled Malya. She turned to Harry, Ron and Hermoine. "This is my cousin, Crystal, and our friend, Lucio."
"Hello," said Crystal and Lucio in unison.
"Feel free to just call him Lucy," smiled Crystal, indicating Lucio. "We do."
"You'd better change into your robes, Malya," Lucio said. "Hogwarts is only ten minutes away."
"Sure," smiled Malya. She felt better knowing that her cousin was here with her. As she rushed to change her into her robes, she smiled, thinking of all the fun they would have. Or would they?