Disclaimer was on the Prologue, do I really need to state it again? Oh, fine. I don't own Harry Potter or anything that you recognise, Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

The Life Story of Savannah Silverheart

Savannah Silverheart had been standing on the platform for half an hour, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to come along. Her mother had insisted on dropping her off early, and her dad had been murdered, so his opinion couldn't be shared.

It was around 10 o'clock when the train finally arrived, and a man emerged from the driver's cab regarding her with a frown.

"Aren't you a bit early, Miss?" He asked.

"You can try telling that to my mum if you like, but don't expect to come out unharmed." Savannah replied. The driver turned away quickly, clearly not comfortable with the conversation, and climbed back into his cab.

'Serves him right,' thought Savannah coolly.'Shouldn't have stuck his bloody nose in.'

She boarded the train, and sat down in the coach nearest to the back, and brought a diary from the bag she'd been carrying (a black bag with a snake embroidered on it). It was the only thing in this world that knew her feelings, except for Savannah herself, of course.

She began to write, her raven-feather quill dashing across the page:

I don't get why I'm being sent to this stupid school. I know enough spells and potions: Why not just aid The Dark Lord now? He would have another loyal servant in me, I am sure. But my mother says that I am to go to Hogwarts to spy on Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter, and to aid Severus Snape.

Savannah stopped for a minute, thinking, and fiddling with the inkpot. She wondered why she had been sent after him. She snapped out of her daze about five minutes later, and began again.

I don't see why this Snape character can't just do his job. Why does he need me to help him? Voldemort is restored, I don't see why he can't take this castle down himself. Dumbledore, from what I hear, is a senile old coot. So why can't somebody just kill him?

Savannah slammed the book shut and slid it into her bag as a cleaner entered.

"Aren't you a little early, my dear, the train doesn't leave for another half-an-hour."

Savannah sighed; how many more people were going to ask this mindless question?

"My mother dropped me off early, she has things to do that she says are none of my business."

The cleaner, an elderly woman with a kindly attitude, offered to keep Savannah company, but Savannah refused, replying, "I don't want to keep you from your work, your pay would probably be docked. I don't want that on my conscience."

"That's very sweet of you, dear. I hope you don't get too lonely."

And with a warm smile that made Savannah shudder, she left, gently closing the compartment door behind her. Savannah slumped into her seat, thinking.

'Does Dumbledore know I'm coming to spy on him? If he does, will I be thrown out? I can't contend with humiliation. What if I make friends with people and they turn me into a Dark Lord fearer? I'm not scared of him, he might have powers no-one else has, but I'm sure as hell not scared of him. What if I FALL IN LOVE? God, that would be scary, I don't contend with emotions like happiness and love, either. Too soppy and disgusting.'

Savannah continued along those lines of thought for a while, finally concluding that she had been driven to insanity by this tedious undercover job.

'My mothers going to pay for this... Mark my words.'

Please review! I didn't expect to get a chapter up so quickly, but I guess my love of writing has overcome my need to do my homework. I hopw you aren't disappointed. Oh, and one other thing, please don't review telling me my chapters are too short. I know all too well that my chapters aren't half as long as people expect, but I can't write for elongated amounts of time, and it takes me a long while just to write stuff like this, with bad ideas and changes of plot and plan, and random insanity.