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Chapter Two: Who Are You?

I flinch, those grey eyes sending chills up my spine yet again. His lips finally move, his voice just as icy as Mr. Malfoy's.

"Move over, girl. Go find another compartment," he spits.

"Excuse me?" I say, not shocked at all with the nastiness in this young man's voice. "I believe I found this compartment first, you either get in here and mind your own business or go find another one."

"I don't think so, dear," he replies as two huge guys stand behind him, giving you the same nasty look, except with a little bit on confusion and stupidity combined. "You either get out of here or..."He points to the guys behind him and grins maliciously, "...they get to have what they want with you."

Fear passes over my body for the slightest second, but after looking them over in 2 seconds I realize, 'These guys are complete idiots. I don't think they even know the difference between right and left.' I roll my eyes, then choose shorter of the two and thrust my leg up to hit him where it needs not be said. His eyes widen while he groans in pain as the other one turns and runs away.

The nasty kid growls, "Goyle, you wimp! Get out of my sight!" Goyle wobbles away in pain.

I hold back my laughter, but bark at the blonde, "Who the hell are you, anyway? Plus, who do you think you are telling me to leave? I don't really like being bossed around by a-"

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he responds quickly, turning around to stare me down again. "In case you have no idea who the Malfoy's are, they are the wealthiest wizard family ever known in all of wizardry history. I could buy all of bloody England if I wanted." He grinned at the thought.  "Oh, and I can also have you tied up and drowned! Also, I have all the smashing, devilish looks any bloke could ever wish for," he smirks, looking like he won some stupid contest.

"You self-centered ass!" I snarl in disgust. "You seriously need a reality check! Not everyone needs money to be happy, plus, who gives a shit if you're filthy rich or not?" I look him up and down, his expensive robes being the proof that he is true to his word.  "You have GOT to be the most self-centered bastard I've ever met. And by the way: you've got to be the ugliest primate ever to walk across the earth's surface!" I spit, utterly disgusted. (A/N: but we ALL know that's sooooooo not true! Don't worry, people, you'll change your mind soon enough!)

If possible, his glare turns even colder, and even though I meant everything I said, I feel the slightest bit of fear. However, I just sit there, crossing my arms and waiting for his response. He suddenly grins the most evil grin I've ever seen.

"So you're a fiery young woman, eh? Well, no matter. I think I shall just sit here in your lovely presence," he says sarcastically, eying me carefully as he sits down on the opposite side of me.

I play with the locket I have hanging from my throat. Coldness suddenly washes over me.  "Why don't you just go away?"I sneer. "Why not just go ahead and find your body guards? They seem to love you enough to worship you like a God. Go find them, go get worshiped, but don't bother me because I don't worship a load of shit that has the permanent look on his face like he just got kicked in the balls. That sure is NOT a pretty thing."

I can see that I am REALLY pissing him off, but I really don't give a shit. I look out the window and pretend he's not even there. I hear him stomp out of my compartment, grumbling. Then he slams the door (A/N: I know they're not door, but what could you call them?), leaving me to silence again.

I grasp the locket I have hidden under my shirt. I suddenly feel very odd, considering the fact I had a lot more spunk than I usually would when talking to people. Of course, this has happened to me a few times before, but that was really rare. I take my locket out of my shirt and look at it carefully, remembering the day it was given to me... when the woman I called "mother" handed it down it me.

-flashback-

"Here you go, darling. Take good care of this," says Mother, putting the 8 point star-shaped locket in my 5 year old hand for me to look at.

"What is it, Mommy?" I ask curiously.

"It's a locket, given to me by your grandmother," she replies, putting the necklace carefully around my throat, then snapping it shut. "You're going to wear it for a very long time, love. Once you have a daughter of your own, you will pass it on to her. This has been going on in our family for generations, don't break the chain."

"Break what chain?" I ask, a bit confused. I lift the new necklace with two of my fingers, "This chain?"

She laughs, "No, my dear. You can't possibly break it now"

I reach around, trying to take it off, but no success. I try again, but it seems that it won't come off. I try to just go ahead and take it off by putting it over my head, but I try lifting it and it's too heavy for me. I start panicking because I know I can do that all by myself. "Mommy? Can you help me get this off?"

She laughs again, but a colder laugh escapes. "No, honey. I already told you, you're going to wear this for a VERY long time."

I struggle with the necklace even more, starting to get really scared. "Mommy, stop laughing. I can't get it off!" I cry, tears forming in my eyes.

"Don't even bother! It will not come off!" she cackles. "You will wear until the next generation of White's come along!"

-end flashback-

I grimace, remembering that creepy look she had on her face. 'Ha, she was probably born high or something. Such a slut, I can't believe she was the one who actually had me. Sickening, really.' I stare at my locket some more, its already memorized features recognizable, from its beautiful swirly designs to the dark aura coming from it. Ever since I was around 6, I've felt a dark feeling ever since I've touched it with just my fingers. Every time I touched my locket, I would felt slightly evil, then sometimes I would just lose control. I remember your first detention and only detention, which was in 5th grade (A/N: Uh....do they have detention's in elementary school?). Plus, it was for the stupidest reason.

-flashback-

"Ha! You're such a freak!" Kelsey laughs (A/N: Hope you guys aren't offended if your name is Kelsey! Please don't kill me!). "You're too smart for your own good, and that makes you a freak!" Her friends from behind giggle. "You think being smart will make you popular and make the boys like you? You have got to be kidding!"

I feel tears start to form. Even though I am a strong girl, all these words are really stinging me. I grab my locket in frustration.

All of a sudden, I feel something dark come over me. My eyes become glassy, then I look her right in the eye and say calmly, "Oh really now? So being you makes the guys fall for you?"

She smirks, "Yeah, pretty much! Of course, since that's the case, you have no chance whatsoever!" Her friends begin to giggle again.

"Wow, whatsoever. That's kind of a big word for you, isn't it? Well, who cares! That's all guys want, right? Stupid little girls who would fall for them just because they're hot. Once they're done with you, they'll just throw you back in the streets. Yeah, I could see that 5 years from now, you falling for a 25 year old guy, then him dumping you because all you're good for is a nice little fuck," you reply angrily.

Kelsey's friends gasp, but Kelsey grins wickedly. "Ms. Wilson! Lydia said a bad word!"

'Oh shit,' you think to yourself.

-end flashback-

'Maybe that's why I'm going to a magic school. Ah, whatever, it's not like it matters or anything. I'm so sick of my image. I'm Miss Smarty-Pants no longer!' I give myself a silent pat on the back. 'Alright, that's one hell of a way to motivate myself. Now all I have to do is get rid of that stupid school girl image I have.' I stare out the window again, seeing the beautiful landscape of this "foreign country". I begin to drift off, and soon enough, I begin to snooze.

Half-an-hour later

I hear a knocking on the door, and being the light sleeper I am, I wake up instantly. I yawn, then say, "Come in."

I find a red-haired girl who looks my age peek her head in. She's wearing the black robes Ed took me out to buy, but with a little red and gold patch attached on her right chest. Also, instead of a black tie, she wears a red and gold striped one. 'I hope Ed bought me the right robes. Those had better not be the school colors, because if they are, I swear, I will kill him.'

She asks, "Is it alright if I come in? I just got kicked out of my compartment."

I laugh kindly and say, "Come right in and take a seat! I'm Lydia, Lydia White."

She smiles also, taking a seat right across from me where Malfoy junior originally sat. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ginny Weasley." I grin. She seems to be a very sweet girl, and I know we are going to be really close... at least I hope so. "So what house are you in?" she asks.

"Uh...house?" I ask. "There are homes at this school?"

She give me a confused look, "Wait, you're a first year?"

"Er...no. I don't think so. My uncle told me I'm in the fourth year or something," I reply, just as confused as she is.

She gives me another weird look, but then her face brightens. "Oh! You must be the exchange student! I see now! No wonder your accent make you sound like you're from the Americas or something."

"Ah... yeah. I'm from California," I reply, glad that she came to an understanding, although I am still slightly confused about the house thing, but I plan to ask her later.

"Oh, really? Where's that?" she asks.

"Omigod, you don't know where California is?!" I say, totally shocked. "Los Angeles? San Francisco? West coast?"

"Oh yes! Alright, I see now," she giggles, blushing slightly. "Sorry, I can be like that sometimes, blanking out."

"It's ok," I laugh. "So, not to change the subject or anything, but what are all these houses about?"

"Ah, ok then. You see," she beings to explain, "There are four different houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. All the students are sorted by this Sorting Hat. The Sorting Hat decides for you which house you belong in. I'm in Gryffindor, but you never know where you'll end up."

"I see," I say. "That's cool! Is there any like better house or something?"

"Not really, they all have their ups and downs. You're organized pretty much based on your personality and things like that. Of course, there's one house I can think of that pretty much has no ups, that's for sure," Ginny says, hate clearly seen in her eyes.

"And which house is this?" you ask.

"Slytherin," she spits, the digust obvious in her brown eyes. "It's horrible. The kids there are rude and pretty much have no feelings whatsoever."

"Ugh, that must be terrible. So they're like the bullies of the school?"

"Pretty much, yes."

"Peachy, and they're all in one house. Oh joy."

"I know, really."

We both begin to talk about other things. Ginny tells me about this new country while I talk about the good old U.S. After about thirty minutes of talking, she says to me, "You better get into uniform. It's stupid, but it's a rule."

"Right." I get my backpack, then grab my uniform out. Ginny leaves the compartment while I begin to change. I slip off my shirt, then put on the dress shirt, buttoning it up. Taking off my jeans, I then slip on the skirt. I feel incredibly weird, considering skirts aren't really my thing. Finishing off with the black tie, the sweater and the robe, I stuff the rest of my clothes back into my backpack as I call for Ginny to come back in.

Leaving the train...

I say good-bye to Ginny since I remember that Daddy told me I had to follow this half giant named Hagrid. When I see this 10 foot tall guy, I assume it's him, so I go over to him and attempt to tap him on the shoulder (A/N: I have no idea how tall he is, so if you know, please tell me! Sorry, I know, I keep interrupting you, please continue!). Instead, I tap his side. He turns around, sees me, then with a smile he says to the younger ones, "Alrigh', ever'one, please choose a boa', four per boa', then just sit in ther', The boats'll take ya where ya'll need ter go!" Then he turns to me, saying, "So ya mus' be the American girl." He give me a warm smile as I smile back. "Come with me."

At Hogwarts

Hagrid leads me up the many staircases of this beautiful castle, finishing up his tour. I know that this place must've held much history and probably many mysteries, too. Hogwarts totally captivates me, from the talking paintings to the moving staircases. Hagrid says, "Best git in ther', the feast is 'bout ter start without ya!" He leads me to the biggest doors I've ever seen, then opens them.

I see that people have acknowledged my presence, but I pretend not to care, although I am slightly weirded out. I see a kid under this huge, old looking witchlike hat. I jump when I hear the hat shout, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

I hear applause coming from one of the tables, then the kid jumps off, joining the table, grinning. I hear the name, "Smith, Nathan" being called from an older looking woman with spectacles. I see the next kid from a line of about 5 other kids go up to the hat, then see him pick up the hat, sit on the chair, then put it on. After shouts of, "GRYFFINDOR!" "GRYFFINDOR!" "SLYTHERIN!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" "RAVENCLAW!" "SLYTHERIN!", all the kids are seated. I, still standing there awkwardly, just wait for something to happen. An old man stands up, obviously the head of the school or something, then speaks.

"Students, welcome to yet another year of Hogwarts. Before we begin the feast, we have just one more student to sort." He looks at me and beams. "Please welcome our exchange student from California, Lydia White!"

I hear quite a bit of applause. I guessed that people have been waiting to meet me, but I don't really care at the moment. I take this moment to walk quickly to the chair where the talking hat sat. I pick up the old hat, sit down, then place it on my head. It covers my eyes, but I'm shaking too much to really care.

"So," the hat says, "Exchange student? Well, you sure have the brains, and are very motivated. But alas, you hold something no one else does... Wherever shall I put you..."

I just sit there, stiff as a board. I am scared shitless and don't know what to expect. Finally, after a few more seconds, I and the rest of the school hear the hat's decision...

A/N: Cliffy! Sorta! Yeah.....so what do you guys think? I hope you all enjoyed it! Hopefully you all think it's better, and don't mind the changes. Sorry, I know there's no romance yet, but please be patient with me! It's gonna come soon enough! Thanks to all who reviewed, you guys rock! So yeah, PLEASE review!!