As much as I love the books, I regret to say that all of Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling. This includes all of the characters except for Ryua (who's mine) most of the places, and an awful lot of the spells. Oh, and if you see something that looks like one of your stories, I'm really, really sorry. I don't mean to plagiarize. I've just read a lot of really cool fanfics, and they melt into my brain, but I'll try not to use any of it.
Platform 9 ¾
Ryua flew out of the fireplace into the Platform 9 ¾ private room. The luggage-wizards had already taken her and Draco's trunks and owls (hers was a burrowing owl, much more sensible than Draco's giant eagle owl) off to the train, so the room was empty. She smoothed her elegantly upswept hair, twitched her robes into place, and strode out with her head high. The Hogwarts Express was gleaming in the midday sun, red paint making a perfect background for the black-robed students. Ryua breathed deeply, feeling excited and happy for the first time she could remember. Draco caught up with her, and shattered the mood by saying, "Come on, there'll be no decent seats left."
On the train, they quickly secured their own compartment, only having to share with Crabbe and Goyle, who promptly sat in the front two seats and didn't move again except to get sweets from the witch's trolley. Ryua pulled the silver hair-pin her mother insisted on and shook her silver- blond hair out. "I will never put my hair up like that of my own will again!" she said with a sigh. Draco looked over and snorted. "Oh, come on. All you have to do is slick it back. Try pulling it up and sticking a metal skewer down the back of your neck." Ryua bought a pack of Bertie Botts from the sweet trolley and settled down to enjoy the ride.
It wasn't long, however, before she heard a snicker and a low groaning croak from her brother's end of the compartment. Ryua knew that laugh. It was the same snicker she heard when Draco was torturing Cotton or about to play some nasty joke on Ryua. She whirled around and caught her brother poking a rather miserable looking toad with his wand. "Put it down," she said in a low, cool voice.
"Why? It's just some toad. It was wandering the corridor, and I thought I should... welcome it."
Ryua was starting to get a little miffed. "I said let it go, Draco."
"Why, going to make me? You couldn't."
Now she was mad. Ryua pulled her wand out of her robes and commanded "Let it go, Draco, I won't say it again."
Draco looked slightly worried for a second or two, and then his normal arrogant sneer came back. "Oh, come off of it. You couldn't use any curses yet, even if you knew them."
"Rictoshempra!" Ryua snapped. Draco doubled over in a fit of furious giggles. "Now, come on little fellow. This isn't a good place for you to be. Go find your human." Ryua opened the door and slipped the much distressed toad into the next compartment. She settled back into her window seat and opened her every-flavor beans, barely noticing Crabbe and Goyle uselessly trying to help up the wheezing Draco.
