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Chapter 1- Arriving at Hogwarts

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Beka's POV

The eleven year-old girl was sitting alone in a compartment of the Hogwarts Express. She had said goodbye to her family on the other side of Platform 9 ¾. She really loved them and she knew they loved her, but the only one to whom she was related to was her mom. The little girl was sure the man who raised her loved her and thought of her as his own child, but it wasn't the same thing.

First, her real father was a wizard, like her. She never saw him though. Her mom only told her he had his reasons for living and then she gave her a picture with his name on the back and told her to go to sleep. She was five then and had just made vanish her vegetables into her mother's plate. That was the reason she knew about her dad, because her mom never talked much about him. Then, there was also the thing that if her younger brother and sister looked, at least a bit, like their dad, she was as far as possible from that. In her dad's family, everybody has blond-red curly hairs and freckles all over their face and they tanned easily, which she thought was strange with freckled skin. She, herself, had dark ebony hair, straight that went down to the middle of her back. Her skin was very white and she always got sunburns during summer. The only thing that showed that she had some parentage with her brother and her sister were her eyes. They were gray-blue with a green sparkled inside; they were her mom's eyes.

For now, as the train started to speed trough the country, she was alone in a corner of her compartment and looking at the only picture she ever had from her dad. Suddenly, she heard someone opening the door and she hid her picture, she didn't want anyone to see it right now, not strangers anyway.

Four teenagers entered the compartment. The first one was a small and thin boy with black messy hair, bright green eyes and a lightning shape scar on his forehead. The second was a girl about the same height with bushy hair. The two others, an extremely tall boy and a girl a little younger, had bright red hair and freckles all over their face. 'They must be brother and sister,' she thought. They looked at her and then settled down.

"Hi. My name is Hermione," said the bushy-haired girl.

"Hi." She said shyly and then stopped herself. 'She didn't need to be shy, she was a witch to after all, they were like her. The first people like her she ever met.' "My name is Rebecca Mitchell. Call me Beka though, I prefer it." Then she looked at the green-eyed guy and asked, "What is your name?"

"You don't know who I am?" he asked incredulously. She shook her head. "You must be Muggleborn, no?"

"Well, my mom is a muggle, but she told me that my dad was a wizard when I started doing magic by accident."

"You don't know your dad?" asked the redhead girl.

"No, never met him. My mother just told me he left before my birth."

She couldn't help but sound a bit sad and resentful at saying that. She saw that the girl understood because she immediately changed the subject.

"I hope you'll like Hogwarts. And be sorted in Gryffindor. That's the House were are in. My name's Ginny Weasley by the way."

"Please to meet you, Ginny. I did some reading before I came and I think there are four Houses, no?"

At the mention of reading, she saw Hermione lighten.

"Yes. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. They are all good and all have the qualities."

"Not Slytherin. Except if you count asshole as a quality."

"Ron," scream Hermione. Well, the redhead guy's name was Ron. At least she learned that. Then she realized she didn't know the name of the black haired boy yet.

"You haven't told me your name." She said, turning to him.

"Oh yeah. Harry Potter." She looked at him more closely. 'That guy had a tough life' she told to herself.

"In what year are you? They seemed nice and she decided to ask them more questions.

"We are in sixth year, except for Ginny who starts her fifth." It was Hermione again.

"How do they decide on which House we're put in? I mean, they can't really now us at the beginning of the year and we are supposed to be separated on our qualities."

"For that, I think you'll prefer to have the surprised."

Rebecca asked a few more questions, but then she saw that they wanted to talked with each other, so she took out her disc man and put music, then she pick a big book and started to read. Time pass and it got dark outside, but they were still going north. Then, someone tap on her shoulder and taking off the headphones, she heard Hermione telling her to put on her robes.

"You're right. Anyway, my disc man isn't working very well. Must be the magic around Hogwarts."

"How do you know that?" asked Ron.

"I was just reading a book called Hogwarts: A History. It's quite long though and I haven't finish it yet." She answered putting on her robes.

After crossing the lake in boats, the new students found themselves in front of two big oaks doors with a woman doing a speech about their Houses going to be their family. As she already knew about that, she wasn't really interested. What she wanted to know was how were they being 'Sorted' as that was the word the woman, Professor Mcgonagall she recalled, had used.

Just then, the doors opened revealing a big area with five tables. The ceiling reflected the sky and was shinning with numerous stars, but Beka hardly noticed all that. She had stopped dead on her spot. Her eyes were fixed on one of the men on the front table. He was probably a teacher part of her mind told her. She recognized him, he was older and had a smirk expression he didn't wore before, but it was him, no doubt. As she was shocked, the black haired man turned his face on her and they looked at each other.

There was only indifference in those eyes. That made her regain consciousness of her surroundings. She shook her head and deliberately put the man's face in the back of her head.

Meanwhile, Mcgonagall had started naming people and was coming closer to her name. When Beka heard "Mitchell, Rebecca", she took a deep breath and walked purposefully toward the stool, picked up the hat and let it fell onto her head.

"Hi, miss Mitchell."

"Err...Hi, I supposed."

"So, you know why you're here don't you?"

"Would be hard not to know as already half of my year as been Sorted, no?"

"A little arrogant. You have a lot of qualities, miss Mitchell. You are quite intelligent and Ravenclaw would suit you well. Slytherin also, for your arrogance, but I think you have also a lot of courage. Most of all you like your family above all and would do anything for them and that's definitely not a Slytherin trait, so I would say GRYFFINDOR."

The last word was screamed and the Gryffindor table applauded her as she walked toward them. She past Harry going at a free place and he smiled at her. That made her smile also. He looked cute.

After every first-years had been sorted, Dumbledore (he was an old wizard with a beard so long she was sure it touch the ground under the table.) rose and started a small speech about the rules and not being allowed in the Forbidden Forest. Beka noticed that he was looking directly at Ron, Harry and Hermione. 'Must be the troublemakers.' She decided.

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Severus' POV

He loathed the Welcoming Feast. Watching happy students filled in the Great Hall wasn't a way he enjoy passing an evening. He didn't like much better seeing tiny first-year, all looking equally scared and anxious being sorted.

He scowled as the first-years began filling the place. Feeling a gaze on him, he tried to find it. It was a girl with long black hair. When he met her gaze, he hid his surprised with a careful indifferent face. Her eyes were remembering him things from his past that he wished to forget. Seconds after their eyes had met, the blue-eyed girl turned her face toward Mcgonagall and ignored him from now on.

He came back to reality when Mcgonagall shout: "Mitchell, Rebecca" and the girl with black hair advanced toward the stool. No. It couldn't be. He wanted to look at her more carefully, but she was already seated and had the hat on the top of her head. He could only see her long silky hair. After a few minutes the hat yelled: "GRYFFINDOR"

His gaze followed her as she made her way toward the Gryffindor table. He decided it was a mere coincidence and pushed her away from his thought.

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Beka's POV

After being shown their way to Gryffindor tower, the first years went to bed. Beka found herself in a room with three other eleven years-old girls: Juliet, Lillian and Gwen.

Beka heard Juliet and Lillian talking together. From what she gatered they came from a wizarding family and they have heard about Harry Potter.

"I can't believe he's in our house. We will meet him and talk to him and everything." That was Lillian. She was short and had dark brown silky hair and hazel eyes.

"What's so special about him?" asked Beka, curious. She remembered the boy's reaction when she asked him for his name.

"You don't know? When he was one, You-Know-Who broke into his house and killed his parents, but when he tried to kill Harry, his curse reflected on him and he almost died. In fact, everyone thought he was really dead until Harry told he came back. That was more than one year ago," answered Juliet. She was a skinny blond girl with gray eyes that looked like a rainy sky.

"Yeah. He fought him one more time and escaped again," continued Lillian.

The two other girls looked at each other and it was Gwen who asked the next question.

"Who is You-Know-Who? I mean, it can't be his real name."

"We never, ever say his name," murmured Lillian.

"Why?" asked Beka.

"It is scary."

"You are scared of a name?" She looked incredulous.

"Well, he killed a lot of people you know."

"Hitler killed a lot of people to and we still say his name."

"Who is Hitler?"

"Don't really know. I heard my mom saying that he killed thousands of people during a war."

"You-Know-Who didn't only killed people, he tortured them and he thought it was fun."

"Looked, I really don't care who killed the more people, but if anyone wants to tell his name then just sleep," interrupted Gwen. She seemed annoyed by them.

"Okay. Good night then," quietly said Beka.

The other girls didn't talk much after that and went to bed.

Beka reached into her trunk and pulled out the family picture she had brought with her. Her mom, dad, brother and sister were all smiling at her. She put the picture on her bedside table and drift into sleep dreaming of moving staircase and the voice of the Sorting hat "A little arrogant."