Three weeks Prior to the train

(A/N ok people don't get confused… This will go from past to present…and by the way the character is not a hypocrite its just that there are some things Harry or Ron would tell her but not the other….and she hasn't met Hermione yet.)

Ronald Weasely sat at his desk to write a letter to a friend, but the words just wouldn't come out. 'Was he afraid of what she would say in her reply? Why couldn't he tell her about his actual family, his actual feelings? Why does he want to know how she would take it all?' Ron asked himself over and over again. Out of no where an answer came to him. 'Because you're tired of being poor! You're tired of everyone poking fun at you hand- me- downs. You're afraid that Satine Ice is going to do the same.' That was right. Every last word of it was right.

Ron picked up a photo of a girl about the age of fifteen; she had copper toned skin, chocolate brown eyes, and ebony black shoulder length hair. He flipped it over to read the back, it read:

Dear Ron,

What is really good?! Hope you like the pic! It's the best one I've had of me from the photo shoot. I sent you this one as our two year anniversary gift, along with the ring with your new family crest. I've also enclosed three more for your twin brothers, and your sister, Ginny. Like those lots and don't lose it 'because it costs a pretty galleon! Just joking! The transfer from Beauxbaton is successful. Hope to see you at Hogwarts for sixth year.

Sincerely,

Satine Ice

P.S. I can't wait to see your other Harry and Hermione! XoXo

'Ah…Satine Ice' He thought, 'I think it's about time that I tell her the truth about me.' He paused, 'that how I'm a liar, and my father isn't the assistant to Fudge. My mums not a chef at a prestigious cooking school, and I'm not very generous to my brothers and sister. Why? Because we're poor!' Ron thought savagely. Then he changed his mind, he decided to tell her face to face.

"Satine Ice Turner… What the Hell kind of name is that? But I like it! I'm glad mum named me Satine, but to add ice? What for? I mean, I know there was a snow storm on the day I was born, but… anyways…" Satine Ice said to herself.

She rolled over on her bed at the Leaky Cauldron. Her hawk- owl, Celeste landed on the bed next to her with a letter in a satin lavender pouch.

"Hullo Celeste, what have you got there?" She said as she untied the pouch from the bird's leg. Then Satine Ice read the letter from Ron Weasely. "Ok then. So it's set, we'll see what the real Ron Weasely has to say for himself." Her hawk- owl nipped at her wrist. "Ok. Ok. So I won't force him. I'll let him tell me on his own time. Till then…" Satine Ice fastened her cloak around her shoulders. "Let's go to Diagon Alley, Shall we. Let's see what sort of Hogwarts kids are there. I hear they're way different from the ones in Beauxbaton. C'mon Celeste." The hawk-owl obeyed her owner and hopped onto her owner's shoulder.

"Ronald, Fred, George, and Virginia Weasely get your RED HEAD BUTTS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT! WE," Mrs. Weasely strained the 'we' longer than should. "Have to get to the Leaky Cauldron!" Ron and Ginny came hurtling down the steps, trunks coming right after, and Fred and George apparated.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist mum!" retorted George

"Yeah," piped Fred, "we'll get there in time."

"Don't get rude with me young man! Do NOT forget that I am your mother and I will slap you senseless!" Mrs. Weasely scowled, knocking the two boys over the head with her handbag. (This, by the way, weighed about a ton of apples.)

"Molly! Please, can we get them to the cauldron without any haste? Thanks!" Author Weasely asked sweetly. They got into the Ministry cars and drove away.

Draco Malfoy stood in front of the broom shop, looking on at the other people passing by. 'I CANNOT BELIEVE my father tried to call me a Homo!' Draco mentally screamed.

He was furious, so he came to Diagon Alley to get away from the manor…mainly his old man. At the same time, a girl with what looked like a hawk on her shoulder, passed him and into went to S.E.D.E.K. (Shaala's Elegant Drinks of Every Kind.) the open bar.

Draco knew there was something different about this girl. He studied her, grace, style, and poise, but he couldn't put his finger on it. 'Very sexy.' He thought.

"Young Mister Malfoy is staring at you." Spoke Shaala, the owner of the bar, as she looked out the window.

"Yeah, well, I get a few of those. I knew someone was watching I just didn't know who it was… Didn't want to be bothered." Replied Satine Ice, blowing it off.

"Well, Hey! He's pretty handsome," taunted Shaala, "Have a look see."

"Whatever Shaala, I'm going outside. Thanks for the drink…"

"You know you're going outside to see him!"

"Puh- lease!"

"Do you know the family?"

"No. Don't want to know. Heard they're pretty snotty." Satine Ice retorted.

"Well, it's your call. He can be very nice when he wants to."

Draco noticed the girl step outside the bar and sit under a rectangular table with a blue umbrella. He figured he should move soon, but decided to wait for Crabbe to return.

He realized she was drinking a drink he had never seen before, and strolled over to her, completely forgetting about Crabbe.

"Good day." Malfoy said, extending his hand. She glanced at him and smirked.

"I suppose it is. I was beginning to wonder when you were going to stop staring at me and come over here."

"I'm Draco Julius Malfoy and you are?" completely ignoring her cockiness.

"It matters not to me who you are, Malfoy! And there's no need for you to know my name." she added curtly.

"Bits of a fiery attitude don't you now?", inviting his self to sit next to her.

"No, I just like being cold."

"Well, where are you from?"

"Everywhere."

"What?"

"I've traveled from country to country since I was 4 years old, never really settling in one place. Until… I was at Beauxbaton, now it's going to be Hogwarts."

"Won't you be delighted to know I go to Hogwarts!?"

"Uh- No!"

"Smart ass, what the hell are you drinking anyway?"

"I'll ignore your comment. It's a B4."

"Explain."

"Its bat's blood and a Bacardi breezer mixed with slush. Its tastes great…If you're a vampire."

"Are you one?"

"Hang around me to find out." She gets up to leave.

"Vampires can't walk out in daylight. so that can't make you one, right? When shall I see you again before Hogwarts?"

"Too many questions." She whistles, and her bird returns to her shoulder.

"I didn't see when it left."

"Yes well most people don't." She turns away to leave when he starts to say,

"I still didn't get-!"

"I said there was no need for names now! Do yourself a favor and don't seem as though you're thick, you'd fare better against me! Farewell, Malfoy." She leaves without him announcing his departure, completely giving him the cold shoulder.

Ron arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, got his key, and went straight to his room. The only good thing about the room was that he was going to share it with Harry, who hadn't arrived yet. He unpacked his some of his things and headed for the bar and grill in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Did you see that girl who checked in a couple of days ago?" said a man sitting next to Ron.

"Oh yeah." Replied the bar tender. "Young Mademoiselle Satine Ice is quite the looker for her age. Very polite, but she's a wise ass at the same. Great to hang around, bet she has all the guys after her."

"Yep… Why if I was still a young man…" the old man's eyes went misty at the thought. At this point Ron had spit out his drink.

"What's the matter with you?!" demanded the old man.

"YOU! You should be ashamed of yourself…Thinking about do such thing to a girl four times younger than you!"

"What hell are you?! Her ex-boyfriend! Leave an old man in his drunken fantasy!" He stormed off.

"You know Satine Ice?" asked the bartender.

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason. She's not in right now… Went out to Diagon Alley a while ago. Should be back soon. No much too see down there you know."

"Thanks, by any chance do you know which room she's in?"

"No but you can ask the front desk. I know she's on the second floor."

"Grateful!" exclaimed an excited Ron as he ran off.

"Yeah, yeah!" grumbled the bartender.

Harry Potter arrived at The Leaky Cauldron and looked around the lobby for Ron. "Ok where is that brat, of a red head boy?!" he thought, and then walked up to the front desk.

"Erm- can you tell me the room of Ronald Weasely, please?"

On time, Ron ran up to the front desk.

"Can I- I have th- the room number of- of Satine Ice, please? Oh hey Harry! Nice day don't you think?"

"Sorry young man, I can't give you her room number, but you can scourer the second floor." Replied the woman at the front desk.

"DAMN! Ok thanks. C'mon Har let's get you up to the room."

Once inside the room Harry began to ask questions about this Satine Ice, while unpacking some of his things.

"So who's this girl? Satine Ice?"

"It's a pen pal of mine her family on her mum's side is vampire and on her father's side is wizard's blood."

"Interesting combination."
"Same thing I said. I've been writing to her since the summer before fourth year. She's the greatest Har! You can meet her today, but first I have to sort some things out with her."

"Like?"

"I kinda got sick of being poor, if you know what I mean."

"I see, you told a little tale about your family back ground eh?"

"Yeah. Not to proud of it though."

"Well, why should you be? Besides, I think-" he was cut off by another voice… a female voice.

"She may already know?" she paused.

"Satine Ice! I didn't see you there."

"Well next time Mister Weasely you'd know to lock your door." She winked at him and smiled.

"You must be Harry Potter? Nice to meet you, Potter." Satine Ice extended her hand and Harry took is. 'Her hands are unusually cold. Satine Ice has this whole mystery impression behind her. Maybe there's more to her than we thought? Or maybe it could just be me.' He thought.

"Cool." Harry said to her.

"I always am…"

"Erm… Satine Ice? How did you know about my family?"

"Thru word of mouth and I did my own little digging. It's just like you don't know that my mother, Akasha, came from Egypt (A/N Kinda cheesy i know, but its what came to mind) (she was the mother of all vampires…Well before she died.) and my father, Yukito, came from Japan. You shouldn't be ashamed of your family status, you know. Not everyone can acquire money as well as others. Not insulting your family intelligence of course."

"Interesting combination in deed!" cried Ron, "Your mother was the queen of the damned! Besides you could say that now, Satine Ice, but it's different for me."

Harry stood there looking puzzled, "Akasha was the queen of the damned? Who's the damned?"

"Vampires Harry… All vampires are cursed to live immortality by themselves. Ironically, my mother died before my old man, who I currently live with now."

"Ok… Sorry about your mum." Harry mumbled.

"I don't want 'sorries' Potter, I want to continue living my life like my mum told me to do before she died."

"Cool, cool…" mumbled Harry.

Silence be felled the room, besides the occasional hoot from hawk- owl to owl. Then Ron broke the silence by asking…

"Hey! Do you know what house you're in?"

"No… but most likely I'll be in Ravenclaw, or Slytherin, very slim chance for Gryffindor, and as for Hufflepuff… No."

"Please, trust me, you DON'T want to end up in Slytherin. All the-"

"Worst wizards and witches come from there. Yes, yes, I know! But you forgot the worst wizard of all who didn't come from Slytherin at all… In fact he came from Gryffindor." Harry shuddered knowing of whom spoke. He didn't mention it to anyone.

"Who's that?" puzzled Ron.

"Voldemort." Satine Ice stated simply, as Ron flinched.

"Don't say that name!" he hissed, "And I refuse to believe he came from Gryffindor!"

"Whatever! Believe what you want to, but in my circle, we tell no lies. It does us very little with the great amount of time." She said looking at him from the corner of her eyes.

Ron crinkled his nose, remembering that he was the one who lied to her about his background. There was silence again until Satine turned away from the window to leave the room.

"Ah well chaps, I'll see you at Hogwarts. I've got other matters to attend to, so most likely I won't be on the platform. Syonara, hajimemashite (nice meeting you) Harry." Satine Ice kissed Ron on the forehead and Harry on his scar, leaving a cool tingling feeling lingering on it, thenflashed them a smile to dazzle a crowd.