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Hogwarts Years

"I told you, you little brat and I'm not telling you again." Lucius hissed in her ear. "You're not to go by your real surname."

Lucius got an icy look as a reply. "I'm not stupid. -Lucius- and I don't think my father would appreciate you calling me a brat." Circe nonchalantly turned and headed for the train. He quickly followed her and grabbed her by her right arm. "Get off me Lucius." She said in a dangerously subdued tone not unlike Severus.

"Let me at least refresh you memory then." He immediately let go of her arm but continued. "As you know Snape is teaching at Hogwarts. None of us know exactly what you look like and..." He paused searching for the right words "Your father would prefer it if your identity was kept secret."

"I'll keep in mind not to proclaim to all of Hogwarts that I'm Voldemort's daughter." She gave him a cold stare. "My father wouldn't like that fact you touched me today. I suggest that you go home and practice your apologies." She gave him a pitying smile and boarded the train.

"Molly?"

"Just a second Arthur I'm trying to. Get. This. Dirt. Of. Of. Ronnie's. Nose." She sighed and gave up. Pocketing her handkerchief she turned to her husband. "What's the matter dear?"

"Look over there."

"Hmm? Where?"

"At Lucius Malfoy. What's he doing with that girl. I was never told that he had a daughter."

"He doesn't." She absent-mindedly turned to the twins. "Now I don't want any letters from Dumbledore that you've blown up a toilet or something."

"Then who is that?"

Molly wasn't paying much attention to her husband, being to occupied with reminding Fred and George to behave in school. As if that was ever possible. "Now behave and look after Ron!"

"Don't worry Mum. We'll look after ickle Ronniekins." She shook her head and her attention went back to Arthur. "Sorry dear, What we're you saying?"

"Uh. Nothing. Just wondering who the girl was. You the one who was with Lucius."

"I don't know. Maybe he was doing a favor for one of the other families." She went to go find Ginny. "Come on Arthur lets get going."

"Yes."

" Draco. You know I can't take my disguise off." She said with exasperation.

"It won't hurt if I know what you look like. We're on that same side."

"It doesn't matter. Besides if you father got word that you tried to convince me to take my disguise off, you'd be in big trouble and so would the rest of your family for that matter."

"But you don't have to tell, anyway your going to take your disguise off later anyway."

"Yea where I'm among the crowd. Moron."

"Pft. Fine. I'm bored. We're going to just walk around and shit like that."

"Does it look like I bloody care?" she went back to her book and murmured imbeciles under her breath.

It's been a while since Draco and his trolls wandered off. We should be getting off soon. I'll get the blubbering fools then I'll take my disguise off. Yes that'll be good. She sighed and got up. Pansy and the others fell asleep sometime around two thirty, so she had to be careful about getting out. Making sure that she didn't slam the door she slipped out of the compartment.

" Name's Draco Malfoy. I'll show you how to get in right crowd."

A strange voice replied "I think I know which crowds to stay out of. But thank you for your offer." She then heard some more voices but couldn't make out what they were saying. Then all of a sudden there a scream. "That rat! It's bit me!"

Circe decided that this was the right time for some intervention. "What are you doing now?" You couldn't see much of her face with her hood on but Draco knew it was Circe.

"That thing bit my finger!" One of his trolls screamed.

"Okay you're really getting on my nerves. Get back to the bloody compartment. It's about time to get off anyway."

"It bit me." Whimpering the idiot shuffled out of the compartment behind Draco and the other fool.

"Terrible sorry for his behavior. Idiots they are." She swept out of the compartment and ran after Draco. "What were you and your goons thinking!"

"Well he seemed like a good addition to the Dark side."

"Are you thick! You think Harry Potter and a Weasley will ever join the dark side!" She hissed making the hairs on the back of Draco's over gelled head bristle. "I thought you were smarter than the trolls." she jabbed her head toward Crabbe and Goyle.

"But I just thought that-"

"No Draco you didn't think. Now he's probably convinced that you're going to be a future Death Eater." She let out a cry of annoyance and took her trunk with her.

"Where are you going?"

"Where does it look like I'm going?"

"Somewhere else?"

"Wow you actually used that little brain of yours."

"Are you coming back?"

"You are stupid?" She dragged her stuff out and stomped off towards the girl's bathroom.

I'd never imagine that Draco was that tactless and thick. Okay calm down before you blow something up. A unexplainable explosion thatpoints directly to me is not good. Explosion bad...explosion bad. Okay good. This is good. She sank to the floor and closed her eyes. "Now I know why Daddy loves to Crucio them. Moronic little fuckers." She suddenly stood up. "Okay must get changed."

If you didn't know better you'd never imagine that Voldemort's daughter came out of that bathroom. She had long flowing thick straight black hair, like a curtain of black slik. Her straight, defined nose, her dainty mouth and fair skin gave her an aristocratic look. Her heavy lidded almond shaped eyes and her heart shaped face softened up her features. Circe stood at 5'4", quite tall for and eleven year old girl. She didn't look her age at all.

"Fucking stupid luggage. She took out her wand and shrunk it to fit into the pocket of her robes. "Well I can't go back to Draco's compartment and everywhere else is full. Well except for Potter's..." No. I mean that's just weird. "I mean Daddy wants him dead and for me to sit in the same compartment with him? No that's just weird. It's beyond weird. It's just plain madness.

"Well I have no where else to go and they don't know who I am so maybe it'll work out. Yea it'll be just fine." Taking a breath she walked over to the compartment. She was spacing out and out of no where she bumped into a bushy haired girl that seemed to be coming out of Potter's compartment. "Ow. I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was going."

"It's alright. I'm Hermione. You must be a third or fourth year. What's your name and house?"

"Oh I'm actually a first year."

"Wow you don't look your age at all. Your quite tall for an eleven year old."

"Yea. Well I must be going"

"Alright good-bye"

"Yea. Bye."

Well that was really odd. Okay take a deep breath and open the door. Before opening the door she put on her best innocent look. Look innocent. Just act normal. Well not normal but, well you know!

"Um hello. May I sit here. The um..compartment I was in..well someone um took me seat." She finished off lamely with the first excuse she thought off.

"Yea sure. You're a third year right?" This came from Harry Potter

Okay Cirs calm down and answer his question. Pretend that you father isn't the mad man after his life. Okay that wasn't good thought.

"I'm um a first year. I'm just incredibly tall for a first year." She let out a weak laugh. And sat down.

"I'm Ron Weasley!" A boy choked out with about 4 chocolate frogs in his mouth.

"I'm Circe." Oh bloody hell! What was the last name I was supposed to use. If Lucius wasn't being such an ass this morning I would have remembered it. What was it. H-h-howe! Yes. "Circe Howe."

"I'm Harry Potter."

"Yeah I know. You know with the scar and all. You should hear the rumors about you going on."

"Dhers's ruhors?" Ron spluttered stuffing pumpkin pasties in his mouth.

"Okay Ron before you hit me with a piece of flying food from your mouth, chew before you talk."

"Torry"

"Like I said before chew swallow then talk." she turned to Harry "Yea rumors that you were actually on the train. Some people are actually going from compartment to compartment to find you. It's rather amusing to see people do that."

"Wow. That's just so weird."

"Eh. Don't think much of it. People are just stupid. I think Ron, you should stop stuffing your face with leftover sweets and get changed. You too Harry we're nearly there."

"Yea."

They left for the bathroom. Circe leaned back into the seat and let out a huge sigh. "Well that wasn't so bad was it? I mean it was only my father's arch foe and I'm supposed to hate him. Well not hate him but not like him enough to help daddy kill him. Oi. This is so messed up it's not possible for this to get anymore twisted. I only way for this to get even more messed up is for me to get sorted into Gryffindor. I shouldn't have said that."

Unfortunately for Circe things were about to get more twisted than ever.

A/n: Okay I know that this chapter isn't funny and all but I really wanted to write the train scene.I didn't really like this chapter as much as the first chapter.And I know that this is really un-canon and everything but hopefully this will fit in like I planned.

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