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Meeting Malfoy
Silver looked around in surprise and shock. It seemed that she'd fallen straight through the barrier. But, that wasn't possible. Was it?
Silver wasn't sure. Looking around, it was quite obvious these people weren't what she considered normal. For one thing, the majority weren't wearing normal clothes, but loose flowy robes. Well, the adults were, anyway. The kids were mostly in what she did consider normal clothes.
These kids, along with who she presumed to be their parents, took up most of the platform. They were all carrying rather large carts filled with trunks. Some even carried cages containing everything from cats to owls.
Finally, the most abnormal thing about this platform was that it didn't exist. Well, not technically. As Silver rummaged through her train schedule, she was quite positive that there was no Platform 9 ¾. But then again, she was also quite positive that people didn't carry owls in cages while walking around train stations.
Scared and slightly shocked, another boy about her age banged into her. "Sorry," she muttered, and quickly moved out of the way. The boy, however, had other plans.
"Watch where you're going!" he fumed at her, smoothing his silvery blonde hair.
He looked at her, taking into account her clothes and lack of a trunk. "Well, well, well, you must be another Mudblood. But you're a little tall to be a first year, whyhaven't I seen you around before?"
Several people around them gasped, while Silver stared blankly at him. "Huh? What's a mudblood? And who the hell are you?"
Obviously, this was not the answer he had been expecting, for he stared incredulously at her for a moment. Then, regaining his composure, he replied, "My name is Draco Malfoy. And, obviously, a mudblood is someone who has dirty blood and befouls purebloods. Meaning you are a witch born into a family of muggles. That means non-magic folk, in case you didn't know,"he sneered, taking out a long stick in the process.
Silver stared at him, shocked. Witches? I didn't know there were witches! But obviously this guy had something against non-magic folk, so she decided to keep that little fact to her self. Eyeing the stick warily, she replied, "Well, actually I didn't know," smiling sweetly. "How kind of you to inform me, Mr. Malfoy. Of course, in my opinion, 'Mudbloods' are much better than Purebloods. After all, it must be quite hard for you to be pure with all that disgusting rudeness about you."
"Expelliarmus!"
Silver flinched as he pointed what she now assumed to be his wand, shutting her eyes tight. Noticing that nothing was happening, she opened them to discover the guy's wand in her right hand, while he stared at her. "How did you do that?" he demanded.
"Do what?"
"My wand just freaking flew into your hand!" he yelled hysterically. "What the hell are you?"
Silver grinned evilly. This guy thought she was some kind of evil creature. She could have fun with this.
Tossing Malfoy his wand, she sidled up to him so they were almost nose to nose. "Unlike you, I happen to play fair. And, by the way, I'm not a Mudblood, I am pure Muggle."
Malfoy pointed his wand at her, but this time Silver was ready. Grabbing Malfoy's wand, she used it to flip over him, kicking him and snapping the wand in the process.
Malfoy stared at his ruined wand, then glared at Silver. "You bitch!"
"Right back atcha."
Before the fight could go on, Silver felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She spun around to see a man who resembled the boy in front of her sneering down at her.
"What exactly are you doing to my son?" he demanded coldly.
Silver hesitated before replying, but calmly said, "Giving him what he deserves."
His eyes widened slightly. "Why you..!"
"Now, now, Lucius, is there a problem?"
Silver spun around to see a tall redheaded man staring at the man with just a hint of hatred in his voice.
Lucius turned around calmly to face him. "Oh, nothing, Arthur. It's simply that this girl broke Draco's wand and I would like some money to buy a new one."
Arthur grimaced at him. "Well, I'm sure she'll be happy to pay for it. How much?"
"Thirteen galleons," he replied swiftly. "After all, us Malfoys need superior wands and my son's wand has – er, had a unicorn hair and was made of willow."
"Um, excuse me,"Silver broke in. The blond turned to face her. "I'm terribly sorry, but I happen to be pure Muggle, as your son was just kindly informing me,
and I don't have any gallons or whatever it is you want. I have dollars, if you want any, but if someone could exchange them for pounds I'd be real grateful."
"Muggle?"sputtered Mr. Malfoy. "You mean you're not a witch?"
Silver nodded vigorously. "Not that I know of, anyway."
The redheaded man stared at her. "Are you sure? Well, then who is Albus Dumbledore?"
"Albus Dumbledore?" Silver asked skeptically, scoffing slightly at how ridiculous it sounded. "What is that, some kind of trick question? I've never heard of him."
Mr. Malfoy glared at her. "Well, then I suppose we'll have to perform a Memory Charm on her. Weasley, I do think this is your area of expertise?"
Arthur Weasley, if that was his name, looked at him. "What, Malfoy, can't perform a simple memory charm?"
"Of course I can," Mr. Malfoy shot back scornfully. "If you insist, we'll do it together, as per Dumbledore's announcement of wizarding unity."
From the sound of Mr. Malfoy's voice, it was quite clear he disapproved of Dumbledore, but Silver had no time to dwell on it as the two of them pointed their wands at her. Silver tensed, and clenched her fists. As she did, she felt a storm around her. Reacting on impulse, she pulled on a silver strand of light that she knew was not there.
As the air calmed, she looked around her and gasped. Both Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley were covered from head to toe in soot, their wands reduced to charred stumps of ash. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Silver said. As the words left her mouth, a torrent of rain fell on the two wizards. The soot disappeared, and moments later both were completely dry.
"How did you do that?" Mr. Weasley demanded. "Are you sure you're a Muggle?"
"I thought so," Silver replied unsurely.
"I think that we are going to have to get you to Hogwarts. Don't you agree, Lucius?"
The man looked at her with a new mix of sneering respect. "Yes, of course, to Dumbledore."
Mr. Weasley nodded curtly. "Oi, Ron! Come over here for a moment, will you?"
"What, Dad? Hurry up, the train's leaving in a few minutes, and Hermione and Harry are both…." he trailed off as he caught sight of Silver. " You!"
Silver stared at him. It was the boy she'd ran into earlier, on the platform.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. "I thought you were a Muggle!"
"So did I. But what are you doing here? Are you a wizard too?"
"Everyone is," came a voice behind Silver as a hand rested on her shoulder.
Silver yelped and spun around. "Harry! Don't tell me you're a wizard too!"
Harry nodded. "I'm one of the most famous," he told her.
Silver stared blankly at him. "How is this possible?"
"Ask Hermione later, we'll be out of the Heads compartment by then," Ron said. "But we've got to get on the train. Got a trunk?"
Silver shook her head. " Just this." She pointed to her backpack.
"Alright then."
The three spun around, and Silver took her first step ever on the dark red train known as the Hogwarts Express.
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