1.Welcome home

I ran through the barrier between platforms nine and ten, no matter how many times I do it, it always makes me nervous. Needless to say I was greatly relieved to arrive in the bustling world of platform 9¾, however my speed carried me straight into a tall proud looking figure.

"Watch where you're bloody going!"

" Why don't you watch where you're standing?" I muttered.

I had run into Draco malfoy, the slytherin king as some called him. Girls often swooned over his good look, and even better pocket book, but he had a heart colder then Antarctica in the middle of winter. He had blond hair that was no longer slicked back like it was in our previous years, and eyes like two blue chips of ice, and not even the depths of hell could melt them.

He looked me over as if he had never seen me before, but then I realized he probably hasn't, I have a certain skill for not being seen or remembered, and I often liked to keep it that way, but this year I had decided to make myself known. I had cut my hair very short and it flipped out at the sides, I decided to start wearing make-up, just a little bit, but my friend says it does wonders for me. At the moment I was wearing a l.e.i. black sweats with white stripes down the sides, pants and a zip up hoody, and a white shirt with "Notorious" written across it in black gothic lettering. I had the hood on and a little bit of black eyeliner, and pure hatred poring out of my green eyes as I stared at him.

"Well excuse me, but I don't think we've ever met."

"Save your hospitality for someone who cares, slime ball."

"Ooh feisty are we?"

"No just sick of people's crap so get out of my way before I make you!"

Malfoy bowed out of the way and stared after me, I walked on not caring, I had seen how he manipulated people, and I was not about to go weak in the knees because he flipped his blonde mop in my general direction. You may think that I sound rather bitter, well that's because I am. I may be invisible but I'm not blind or deaf, on the contrary I'm rather observant, and I've heard the stories connected to the malfoy name.

I made my way to the train and found a dark cabin in the very back of the train, with no one in it. "Perfect!" I thought, I didn't feel like dealing with other people at the moment. I stored my trunk up above and my owl cage containing a beautiful snowy white owl called, Osiris (I'm big on ancient Egypt), in the over head compartment, and after closing the door I let my pure black cat, jack, roam the compartment. I name him jack because I am also big on the American movie, "The Nightmare Before Christmas" so I name him after the main character Jack Skellington. Once I was settled down, I took out my journal, which had a pewter cover and a skull on it, and I started to write a poem.

I wish that things would go my way,

Is it too much to ask?

Just for a day,

I know I should not dwell in the past,

But in the now there is only tears and pain,

And from that,

I cannot see much to gain,

And why must I always be compared,

To my sister of the golden hair,

Always compared to her good looks,

Always to how studious she is in books,

Always to how honest and bright she is,

And always how I am quite the opposite,

I wish I knew how this began,

One thing I do know is how far I ran,

To stand apart,

To not let down,

Only to receive a broken heart,

Just then someone opened the door to the compartment.

"Jeez, it's dark in here can someone give me a light." Came an unknown voice.

"Lumos." I muttered. In the new light (I can read in the dark after many years of practice), I saw that the intruders were the golden trio, or so they were called. It was Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger, they were also in gryffindor and in my year, but they also didn't know who I was, with the exception of Hermione, who I dormed with, but even she knew me only by name. You see, I got up before everyone else, because I loved the castle in it's early hours, almost as much as I love the night sky, whish caused me to go to bed after everyone as well. However she was the first to recognize me as a person and not a ghost.

"Oh, I'm sorry we didn't know there was anyone else in here. Is that you Eveline?"

"The one and only, and it's no problem." Suddenly feeling rather amiable (I am prone to mood swings) I added, "Seeing as I am not particularly busied with company, I wouldn't mind if you three joined me in my secluded little corner of the express." Looking rather relieved she said "Oh, yes thank you. Every where else was full, either wise we wouldn't have dreamed of…" she stopped herself as she realized how it had come out.

"Of bothering me? Not to worry, I know I haven't been the most sociable in previous years but I've decided to be a bit more…memorable." I replied.

"Well that's good. My name is.."

"Ronald Weasely, I may have been invisible the past few years, but I haven't been blind and deaf."

"Oh, right well, I'm sorry but as you put it, you have been kind of invisible, so I don't know you're name."

"Eveline Kutchka, my friends would call me Eve, but seeing as Jack and Osiris can't talk, no one does."

"Oh, right." Said Ron with a rather confused expression on his face. Harry, who had been silently observing me since he came in the carriage, shook his head.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You can't have been staring at me for the past ten minutes and have nothing to say."

"Well, it's just a rumor."

"And?"

"Most people say you should have ended up in slytherin instead of gryffindor."

I cocked an eyebrow at him, "Is that so? And you've been observing me to see if that's true? Well tell me Mr. Potter, are they right?"

"Nope, not in the least. I mean you do have a bitterness about you, but I'm sure you have a reason for it."

I gave him a warm smile, which caused him to blush slightly. "Well Mr. Potter, it appears I have misjudged your reading of other people's character, I'm impressed."

Just then the Express came to a halting stop, and hermione and I ran out to change, while Harry and Ron changed in our compartment. After we had finished, I gathered Jack in my arms and, fully decked out in Hogwarts robes, we went to the carriages which were pulled by thestrals (I've been able to see them since first year), and climbed in. The carriages began their lurching parade up to the castle, as Hogwarts came into view I sighed and thought, "Welcome home."