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One - Introductions of a Sort~

"So you know vat you vill do?" a woman's voice drifted through the almost empty room.

"Yes, I will be leaving tomorrow morning," was the reply.

"Very vell zen. Everyzing vill be organised for you before you arrive," the woman with the heavy French accent sighed deeply.

"Goot Luck. Ve 'ere vill be supporting you and ve 'ope you vill be successful," the woman gestured the mysterious girl out of her seat and ushered her out of the office before closing the door.

"Just what I need," the teenager muttered as she slid down the wall, causing her hood to slide down onto her shoulders.

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She woke up as the sun's warmth spread across her face and as the amount of bustling people on their way to work began to increase. She stood up, straightened the wrinkles in her skirt, slid her hood off and dusted off the dirt that had collected on her knee-high, lace-up, buckle-up boots.

She grabbed her duffle bag that she used as a pillow on the previous night, a long thin bag [that seemed to resemble a bolster pillow cover], and a box that seemed to be snoring from the floor next to her feet headed into King's Cross Station.

As she stepped onto platforms nine and ten, she glance down at the note in her hand. It read:

Run through barriers between platforms. If in doubt, follow an owl.

'Great help this is' she thought to herself.

She readied herself and her things in front of a barrier, not bothering to check if anyone was watching.

"Here I go," she whispered to herself as she started a run for the wall.

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Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Harry were catching up on events that occurred during the holidays, when Ron's jaw dropped suddenly. Harry noticed the fact that Ron's attention had strayed from quidditch and Harry turned to see what Ron was gawking at. Another jaw dropped.

Hermione noticed the lack of conversation beside her where Ron and Harry had previously been chatting animatedly and turned to see both Ron and Harry were gaping at something behind Ginny, so she tried to get a look at what they had found so remarkably interesting.

There stood a girl that didn't look much older than her, wearing a denim skirt that didn't quite qualify as a mini, but was close to. She also had black knee-high, lace-up, buckle-up boots which were speckled with dirt. 'Original' Hermione thought as she noticed the boots. She was wearing a deep red singlet top and a long, light coat that came to half-way down her calves with an attached hood. She was pretty, not something outstanding, but enough to turn a few heads, with her midnight black hair reaching down to her mid-back. She was too tall, too 'mature-looking' to be a first year.

Hermione nudged Ginny who turned, first to her still awestruck brother, an identical Harry and then to the mysterious stranger. She turned back to Hermione, shrugged and continued her conversation with Hermione.

"Wow," Ron said dumbstruck.

"Yeah," Harry replied.

"Like... Wow,"

"Like... Yeah..."

"I mean... Totally, WOW!"

"Yeah"

Their 'intellectual' banter was interrupted by a rather annoyed and frustrated Hermione.

"You two are acting like stupid gits! You've repeated the same few words for the past three minutes! You two are starting to sound like... dare I say it, Crabbe and Goyle!" Hermione stated.

Ron, who obviously had been deaf to Hermione's insults, blankly said to Harry,

"Looks too old to be a first year"

"Yeah," Harry said, obviously loosing all the brain cells his head was capable of handling.

"THAT'S IT! I HAVE HAD ABOUT ENOUGH!" Hermione gave out a frustrated sigh and grabbed Ginny's wrist causing Ginny to "Ooo" out of surprise. "We are going to go and talk to her, FOR YOU!" and before either of the two bodies that were currently sharing the single brain cell, that is, Harry and Ron, to register the information, Hermione and Ginny were gone.

'Are they headed towards ME?! OH, I remember her, Krum's ex-girlfriend, I remember seeing that all over the gossip columns. And is that the young W-W-Weasley Kid? Better play nice, they're here'

"Hi I'm Hermione Granger," She said with an outstretched hand, "And this is Virginia Weasley, Ginny for short," Ginny huffed in disapproval. "And we were just wondering —" She fell silent as the mysterious girl and herself locked eyes. It seemed like forever before Hermione finally blinked. The girl turned her head away, and then back at Hermione once more.

"I'm Bulanthya Zeshawna. I'm sixteen and I'm from Beauxbatons," she said as she took Hermione's still-outstretched hand and shook it.

"Is that all you wanted to know?" Bulanthya queried.

Hermione was still in a state of shock and Ginny was now very confused.

"How did you? I mean... what was that??" Hermione stuttered, she was, for the first time, at a loss for words. Ginny was getting annoyed at the fact that she had been excluded yet again.

"What was what??" She asked impatiently. Bulanthya looked at Ginny, and she stared deep into her eyes. A few seconds passed and the eye contact was ceased. Now Ginny was also in a state of shock.

There was silence.

Hermione shook herself out of her trance and tried to think of something that would continue the conversation.

"Ummm... Err... Oh, are you muggleborn or are you a pureblood?" As soon as Hermione closed her trap, she knew it was a mistake. That was a really personal question.

Bulanthya looked like she was going to make a killing. She pondered for a moment and answered simply, "I'm muggleborn."

Ginny shook her head in confusion. "You're sixteen? Does that mean you're going to be in seventh year?"

"I guess so," Bulanthya replied. She had calmed down and now she seemed bored.

Hermione decided Ginny and herself were too confused and shocked to continue a conversation and that it was time to check up on Harry and Ron to make sure they hadn't gotten themselves into trouble already, so she elbowed Ginny and said, "Err... We better be getting back now. It was nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Bulanthya replied.

"Bye, I'll see you at school," Ginny said. She seemed totally, and utterly dumbfounded.

As they walked back down the platform, Hermione could have sworn she heard Bulanthya mutter something under her breath that sounded like something along the lines of "... mudblood might get in the way..." which confused her even more so. She didn't have the slightest clue.

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'Get your stuff, get on the train, get your stuff, get on the train... Stay OUT of people's way... grab your stuff, get on the train...'

Bulanthya thought to herself as she carefully placed the snoring shoebox, the long thin bag, and her duffle bag in the corner of the compartment she had entered and sat down. It was the last carriage on the train and was very empty. Everyone else was packed in the first few carriages.

She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes, trying to blank out her mind.

'They've never met one of me before... he doesn't have the power... they aren't friends with him perhaps... there has to be others like me at Hogwarts... perhaps it won't be so —' She was still thinking to herself, and was caught mid-yawn when someone entered the compartment. She kept her eyes closed, wondering who it could possibly be, but too tired to really care.

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat, obviously trying to get her attention.

She popped on eyelid open to see two girls whispering and giggling, then noticing her look at them, they stopped and turned to her.

'Oh, not this again! I swear no-one at this god-forsaken school does anything by themselves! Always in pairs!'

Bulanthya sat up straight and looked at the girl who was about to say something.

"Hi, I'm —"

Silence.

Eye-contact was the cause, yet again.

The second girl looked from Bulanthya to her friend, like a tennis match, with a slightly confused, yet curious look on her face.

Eye-contact was ended and Bulanthya looked out the window.

"I, I... I think we should go now... Parvarti! We have to go!" the girl muttered to her friend, hoping Bulanthya hadn't heard. As they slid the compartment door closed, muttering rapidly, Bulanthya turned her head in their direction and said quietly before closing her eyes once more, "Bye Lavender."

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Bulanthya was awoken when she noticed three boys yelling at each other, while two others stood around looking tough, and a girl who looked oddly familiar stood around, barely trying to hold back two of the boys.

'Hermione.'

"Excuse me," Bulanthya started. No-one had heard.

"EXCUSE ME!" The carriage fell silent. Everyone turned to look at who had spoken.

"If, you hadn't noticed, there was a person in this compartment, and if it didn't seem like it, this person was trying to sleep. But now there's no use in trying to do that while several incompetent males are bickering loudly, now is there?!" No-one said a word.

"Hermione," Bulanthya nodded in recognition at the girl as she nodded back before she continued.

"... now, introduce yourselves, state your business and we'll sort it out. You three," she said glaring at the three who were previously bickering, "find somewhere else to call each other insufferable gits."

The whole carriage was in a state of shock, all except Bulanthya and Hermione of course. The boy with the black messy hair spoke up first.

"Hi, I'm Harr —" he said with an outstretched hand towards Bulanthya. He of course was rudely interrupted by the boy in blonde.

"Shove it, Potter, you of all people should know, Malfoys come first "

He turned to Bulanthya and said, "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

"Nice meeting you Draco." Bulanthya said, this time, she was the one with the outstretched hand. Draco took it as he looked up at her face for the first time. Their eyes locked.

Hermione watched as Bulanthya's face flickered with different emotions. Her eyes closed suddenly as she grabbed her hand back and stared up at Malfoy with complete and utter confusion.

'Looks like she met the inner ferret.' Hermione thought to herself.

Malfoy was frozen in place for a moment before he gained his composure and said,

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle"

Harry noticed it was in exactly the same tone as he had on the train seven years ago.

"Don't mind that git, he just thinks he's so great when all he really is, is a STUPID, UGLY, OLD FERRET," The red-haired boy said. Malfoy didn't seem the least bit offended. "I'm Ron. Ron Weasley. And this is Harry Potter. THE Harry Potter." Ron said. Bulanthya chuckled to herself. Ron thought he was being so cool.

She looked at Ron, then at Harry. After about two seconds she turned away sharply, grabbing her forehead and wincing in pain. Everyone stood watching in awe. Harry looked utterly confused.

"Sucks doesn't it? Perhaps... we ... should go now..." Harry said as he, Ron and Hermione turned to the door and disappeared. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were about to follow suit, when Bulanthya's head shot up at Malfoy and said, "No. You stay."

They all turned back at her in curiosity when she said, "No, just him."

With that Crabbe and Goyle shrugged and walked off. Malfoy looked them slumping off, shocked. They had NEVER taken orders from anyone but him, let alone a GIRL.

An eerie silence spread through the compartment. Bulanthya just sat there. Looking up at him.

"So you can Sēcan, huh?" She asked him finally.

He managed to choke out a "Yeh," after a short period of time.

Now an awkward silence was spread through.

"So... Draco. Why don't they know?" Bulanthya asked curiously.

"They? Know? Who is this 'they' you speak of?"

"You know, the professors, the headmaster... Your parents. Why don't they know you can Lōcian?"

"I... I... my parents would have made me practice it. Strengthen it. I didn't want to do that. Especially at the age of two. So, if my parents don't know, the professors don't. Does Dumbledore know you can?"

"Yeah. I guess so,"

"Too bad..."

Malfoy finally sat down on the seat next to her, but scooted away from her gradually. He looked at her, but she didn't notice. He was reading her, and what he read showed she was very, very confused. To the point she was arguing with herself.

Suddenly, he remembered. She was a mudblood. He had seen it when he searched her. Like she had searched him. But... There was something about her that just wasn't right. She... no. She was a mudblood. He had to leave. Immediately. But before he had uttered a word, she looked up at him.

"Bye then. And don't worry, I won't tell people about your summer holiday... activities," she said grinning.

"You saw that?! Oh, I mean, bye." And he walked out, hearing her laugh slightly.

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'Mudblood she cannot be. She can't be. She's... evil. I saw it in her. I saw it. And no-one who blackmails could possibly be 'good'. No, something isn't right with that girl. I'll get Pansy to find out. She's very sneaky, my Pansy.'

Draco walked up the train towards his carriage where he would get changed into his school robes.

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Walking towards my things, I opened my duffle bag and grabbed my school robes. I pulled off my coat and shoved it in my bag before putting my robes on. They weren't that different compared to the Beauxbatons uniform.

Suddenly I heard a voice echo through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to school separately."

'Alright then' I thought. 'In that case,' I walked over to my shoebox that was now clawing. I opened the lid and a kitten with the blackest fur you could ever see poked it's head out.

"Hey there Syn. Have a good night's sleep? We're getting to the school soon and I don't want you to worry, but You'll be getting to the school with the luggage. Is that alright with you?"

The kitten purred against Bulanthya's legs as a response.

"That's a good cat. Well, the train is stopping now. I have to go. You be a good cat ok Syn. Good, I'll see you soon" Bulanthya kissed the cat before hopping off the train.

A/N: Woo! First chap to my first fic! Her name's Bulanthya [Bar-lan-thee-a]. And the cat's name is Syn [Sin]. Who is this chick, what is she doing at Hogwarts and what does she and Malfoy have in common? Find out... sometime soon [hopefully] =D laterz daydreamer

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