To Begin Anew

Chapter One

It was a cool, brisk day when it was time for me to go to Hogwarts.

I was dressed in a fine pair of black pants, and a long dark green tunic, with a pair of dragon hide boots upon my feet. My waist length wavy golden brown hair was done in a loose braid making me look slightly less feminine, and my cerulean blue eyes gazed from behind a pair of reflective sunglasses, making my golden tan skin (from so much sunlight) seem darker. My height and build made me seem a few years older even though I was only eleven.

I hugged my parent's goodbye and told them I loved them, and that I'd be careful not to do anything... abnormal.

I sighed and walked onto the train, looking for a good compartment. I followed my instincts, which never let me down, and opened the door to find a lone boy with wild dark brown hair, and deep emerald green eyes set upon light skin. Those lovely eyes widened, and I smiled slightly at his alarm.

"Can I sit in here with you?" I asked him, amused at his open gaping of me. He recovered quickly, which trust me, is unusual for those who just met me, and nodded his head yes.

"'Ello, my name is Harry Potter. 'Tis a pleasure to meet you," He said, and motioned for me to sit next to him with his hand. I smiled and sat down there, making sure the door was closed.

"Hello yourself. My name is Dionysos Prome. It's a pleasure to meet you, too, Harry." I said and smiled at him. He grinned and ran a hand through his hair nervously.

"So, what year are you in? Third? Fourth?" He began to ask, but I couldn't help it, I laughed. He pouted at me (which I'm sure was supposed to be his frown) and crossed his arms over his chest, making it look even more like a pout.

"I'm," insert laughter here, "sorry," giggle, "but I'm a first year." I said, still holding my stomach slightly in mirth.

His eyes widened, and a dust of blush crossed his cheeks. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean anything bad by that, but…" he hesitated. By now, I'd stopped laughing and was gazing at him curiously, "you just seem older. You have this... aura around you. Like you're very wise. Though looking like a 13 or 14 year old does throw that feeling off."

I tapped a finger on my chin thoughtfully. "I get that a lot. Not sure why though," I waved my hand in a dismissing manner, "Anyway, want to play a game? The muggle game 'poker' is quite fun. I'll teach you how to play, and once I think you're good enough at it, we can bet. But first, a muggle magic trick. Nothing in either hand, nor anything in my sleeves, "I patted my arms for emphasis, "and," at this, I put the tips of both fingers to the middle of each forearm, then brought them together, one hand cupping the other, and through wandless magic, called upon the deck of cards in my luggage to appear in my hands, "Ta-da! Magic!" I shouted at the end, and showed him the deck of cards. His eyes widened in fascination, and he slowly picked up the deck.

"Whoa... How'd you do that? Your sleeves were empty, and it doesn't seem like you reached out to your person to get it. So how?" He asked, curiously.

I smiled a catty smile. "That, my friend, is a secret. I'll teach it to you someday."

At this, Harry looked like he was going to say something, when the compartment door opened and a bright redheaded male came forth.

"Can I stay with you guys? All the other compartments were full," He said a little quietly, blushing a beat red.

Hmmm... My spidey-sense is tingling. Or something like that.

"Sure," I said calmly, though inside I was having a war. To trust, or not to trust? That was the question. I went though this with everyone. Except Harry. Instant trust, there.

Come to think of it, that was weird.

Mentally shrugging, I pushed that to the side of my mind. Now, this guy...

"- Ron Weasly. Nice to meet you," He said, sitting across from Harry. My eyes narrowed slightly, and a possessive streak went through me.

Mine. My friend, not yours.

Hmmm... Trustworthy, but I'm jealous he'll take away my first friend. I put my cards back into my luggage through wandless magic.

"-ry Potter," Harry said, finishing his introduction. Ron gasped and stared blatantly at him.

"Do you... do you really have..." he gulped and motioned to Harry's forehead, "the scar?"

Harry smiled and nodded, showing Ron and myself the scar. I raised an eyebrow and Ron grinned widely.

"Wicked cool!" Ron exclaimed.

I looked over to Ron, then Harry. "Why'd he ask that?" I asked Harry bluntly.

Ron's eyes widened comically, and he reminded me of a girl with mood swings and good gossip, "You don't know about Harry defeating You-Know-Who?"

I stared blankly at Ron, before looking at Harry who tilted his head curiously. "You don't know of Voldemort?"

Ron flinched and I snorted in amusement as he cringed at the name, "Jeeze..." I mumbled, "Who is he?" I asked them louder. I looked at Ron, "Oh, and by the way, my name's Dionysos Prome."

Ron nodded, and Harry spoke, "Well all I know is that Voldemort is a dark wizard who killed my parents when I was a child. All I remember of that moment was a flash of green light." Harry said, somewhat sadly.

I sighed, and moved to hug him as the door slid open once more and a lady pushing a cart of snacks pulled in.

"Anything off the carts?" She asked kindly.

All three of us looked at each other, and Ron voiced his position on the subject.

"No thanks," He swallowed, a little green, "I'm good," He held up a bag of indistinguishable lumps known as sandwiches. Both Harry and myself also turned slightly green. Harry put a hand in his pocked and brought out a lot of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts.

My God, the boy was rich!

Harry looked thoughtful, then determined, "I'll have some of everything, please," he asked the lady politely, and handed over eleven silver Sickles, and seven bronze Knuts.

Ten minutes later, candy and sweets surrounded us.

I was also very happy, and very hyper.

"Oh thank-you-thank-you-thank-you, Harry! You've made my day!" I said quickly, and hugged him.

Well, more like glomped considering my current state and all. He stiffened, and I pulled back.

He was hurt.

"Harry..." I started out, but he stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"My uncle did it before I left. It's okay though, I'm not with them anymore," He said quietly to me.

I narrowed my eyes, "I'll leave it alone this time. If it happens again, you better tell me. I'll take care of it. 'Till then, I'm going to heal you." I took out my wand, and cast an advanced healing spell on him. He seemed pretty hurt.

Harry glowed a faint silvery blue and I sat down next to him. "You okay now?"

He nodded and smiled faintly at me, a small blush on his cheeks, "Yes, thank you," he said to me quietly.

My cheeks, for the first time in my life, reddened.

And it wouldn't be the last.

There was a knock on the compartment door, and it opened to reveal a round-faced boy Harry had seen earlier.

"Sorry," he said, "Have any of you seen a toad at all?"

We all shook our heads, and he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"

"He'll turn up," Harry said. I smiled at him for his kind words.

"Yes," he said miserably, "Well if you see him…"

He left.

After this happened, I tuned out the conversation once more, till the compartment door slid open again. The toad-less boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said. My eyes narrowed slightly. I knew that tone of voice. It was one I've used before, on those whom I didn't know, who were rude to me just because I'm from my family. Bossy.

I sighed and shook my head. I must really deal with this 'zoning out' problem I have. I might actually miss something useful someday.

"Sunshine, daises butter mellow,

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

Ron waved his want at Scabbers, but nothing happened.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" Said the girl. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise…" at this point, I tuned her out and closed my eyes.

God, why were some females so annoying?

When I finally heard her stop rambling, I opened my eyes and yawned, only to find Ron and Harry, along with the girl and toad boy looking at me.

"What? I asked them, "I was tired. Didn't sleep too much last night from excitement and all." I told them quickly.

Harry shook his head, and Ron held in a snicker, "I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered to Hermione, still trying to hold back his laughter.

"Dionysos Prom," I said afterward.

"Oh, like the Greek God Dionysos?" The female said.

I nodded, "Yes…Umm… I'm sorry," Here I looked sheepish, "but I didn't catch your name."

She looked slightly annoyed at this, "My name is Hermione Granger," she turned toward Harry, "and who are you, anyway?"

I blinked, taken aback by her bluntness.

"I'm Harry Potter," said Harry softly.

"Are you really?" Said Hermione.

And before she opened her mouth to say more, I opened mine (to prevent further tunning out).

"Well, thank you very much, Hermione but I'm afraid we have some private matters to discuss, and that could take awhile. We'll see you again when we get to Hogwarts, though, okay?" I said quickly.

She bristled, the ends of her bushy brown hair standing on point more than before.

"All right, I'm sorry to interrupt," and she did look sorry, which made me feel bad for lying to her, "I'll leave now. Let's go Neville."

"It was nice to meet you, Hermione, Neville," I told them as they were leaving.

Hermione turned her head towards me, and nodded in agreement.

They shut the compartment door behind them.

"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it," said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk, but I caught it at the last minute, and placed it in gently, giving Ron a look.

"What?" Ron said cluelessly.

I shook my head, "Just be careful with your wand. You don't want to break it, now do you?"

At this, Ron paled, before he started going on about his stupid older brother, George, who apparently gave him that 'spell' he said earlier.

"What house is your brother in?" Harry asked.

"Brothers. Five," he said gloomily, "And all in Gryffindor. Mom and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin."

"That's the house Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?" Harry said to Ron.

"Voldemort," I said, interrupting.

Ron cringed and Harry looked at me, astonished.

"You said You-Know-Who's name! Both you and Harry now!"

With Harry's background protest of, "Hey, I stopped," I looked at them both.

"Fearing his name will only give him more power. And that's if he's alive. If he's truly dead, then what is there to fear?" I told them sternly. "Ron, every time you say 'You-Know-Who' I shall say Voldemort's name just like I did before. Yes, he was a fearsome wizard, but the fact does not mean you should give him the satisfaction, wherever he is, that his name is feared!" I finished, standing up.

Ron and Harry gazed at me, mouths wide open.

"Uh… sorry mate, didn't mean to upset you or anything," Ron said meekly. Harry nodded in agreement.

I sat down and sighed. "I'm sorry for going off like that. I'm such a brat sometimes."

Harry patted my arm reassuringly, "It's okay. Happens to the best of us."

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and saw his green eyes looking at me. I smiled, a faint blush staining my cheeks.

"Thanks, mate. I appreciate it." I told him quietly.

He nodded and took his hand off my arm, however reluctantly. Ron looked at us in confusion. I grinned at his naïvety, and shook my head.

"Are you two good friends or something?" Ron asked us.

Harry and I shared a look and laughed, "No Ron, we're known each other for about as long as this train ride has lasted," I said.

Ron blinked, and I shrugged. "Some friends just click faster then others. And seeing as he's my first friend, that probably happened to me."

Harry turned fully toward me, "I'm your first friend? Really?"

I nodded, "Yeah Harry, you are. I don't get out of my house much. Lived in the country and such."

Harry looked down at his lap, and intertwined his hands together, "You're my first friend, too, Dionysos. My cousin didn't allow me to have any friends. He was a bully."

I blushed, "Really? Well, if I have anything to do with it, I won't be your last, either."

He smiled brightly at me. "Thanks."

Ron coughed, and we turned towards him. I raised an eyebrow, and Harry looked a tad bit embarrassed. "Now that the moment's over with, how about we talk about Quidditch?" He said with a slight, albeit sheepish, grin.

I snorted in amusement.

Some time later, and a lot of Quidditch talking as well, we were once again (I sighed. To many people opening that damn bloody door!) interrupted by the door opening, and Draco Malfoy, a boy I met in Diagon Alley once, came through, along with two goons behind him.

I nearly groaned when I saw his eyes fall upon Ron and light up with malicious intent.

Damnit, why does he always have to start a fight?

"Is it true? Is Harry Potter in this compartment?" He asked in a snobbish voice.

Hmmm... He didn't seem that bad when we were by ourselves in the store. Then again, not everything is as it appears.

He turned his eyes to me, and they lit up in recognization. "Hello Dionysos, nice to see you again. Hope we can continue our conversation on potions later." He then turned towards Ron, and a sneer appeared on his face. "So, why would a Weasley be in here with two wizards?"

I mentally cringed. Jeeze, insinuating that he wasn't a wizard, that's harsh Draco.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he gazed at Malfoy, "Ron is as good a wizard as you'll ever be Malfoy."

Hmmm... Apparently, Harry and Draco have already met. And Harry doesn't like him.

Draco's eyes lit a blazing fire when he heard that remark, and was about to retort, when I spoke to all of them.

"You will not fight on this train today. If you do, you will have to deal with me. And trust me," I gazed at each of them in turn, even Draco's goons, "you will not want me too." I finished, my voice dark and foreboding.

I did a very good dark and foreboding voice, so my parents told me. How else do you think I got so very good?

Draco, his goons, and my new friends gulped. Draco turned around, made eye contact with me and nodded, before going out. His goons, however stupid they were, knew better then to try and do the same, so they followed Draco like kicked puppies.

When the compartment closed, Harry and Ron turned towards me. At first, there was silence, before Ron spoke.

"That was wicked cool, mate. Could you teach me to sound like that?" He asked, a little pleading.

I gazed at him with a raised eyebrow, and started chuckling. Soon, it was full-blown laughter. Harry soon joined me, while Ron was just sitting there, wondering what he did.

After both Harry and I calmed down, and while explaining to Ron why we were laughing, the door abruptly opened, and Hermione came in.

"Just came in to tell you the train is going to be arriving soon. Was there a fight in here? I thought I heard something going on."

I shook my head before Ron or Harry could speak up and answered, "No, Hermione, there wasn't. Just a friendly conversation."

Hermione looked at us suspiciously, and nodded her head, "Well, I'll see you all later."

She closed the door, and two heads once again turned to face me.

"How do you know Malfoy anyway, Dionysos? He's a Slytherin wanabe, and you're a future Gryffindor." Ron said.

I smiled and shook my head, "It doesn't matter what house someone is in, all that matters is how the person is inside." I looked at Ron, "You don't even know the first thing about me, Ron, and you think I should be in Gryffindor. Now let's get dressed." I stood up, and opened my trunk, which was locked, with a wave of my hand. I pulled out my black dress robes, and started to put it on.

Ron opened his mouth to respond, but turned around, blushing in embarrassment (most likely cause I sounded like his mother), and started to get dressed. Harry followed my example. I glanced at him as he changed into his robe. He looked like a miniature wizard in those robes, though the sneakers put that off. Hmmm...

It's decided then. I shall buy him some comfy dragon skin boots to wear. Not to mention some more... suitable wizards clothing. He deserves it after what he seemed to have gone through with his uncle. Wonder if it was a regular occurence. If it was, I might end up having to pay this man a visit.

Ten minutes later, we were off the train, only having ourselves and our wands handy. We followed the crowd, not knowing what was going on.

"First years! First years over 'ere!" Came a deep, burly voice. I glanced at the direction, and my eyes widened greatly, while my mouth fell open.

Jeeze, that guy was huge! He must be part giant or something! He seemed to be over 7 feet tall, and had a round belly with a long beard with wild pepper seasoned black hair. His coat was so big that I bet myself, Ron, Harry, and Hermione could have fit in there at once!

We walked over there, and I saw a smile cross Harry's face. "Hello Hagrid! Nice to see you again!" He shouted over the noise.

Hagrid's face lit up, his eyes twinkling. "Good to see ya, Harry! Hope yer doing fine. Now, everyone here? All right then, follow me!"

He turned around, almost knocking over a few first years in the process, and led us through a path. After a few minutes, he called out to us that we should be able to see Hogwarts soon.

He cleared the path and trees, and what a sight we saw. The castle, which I presumed to be Hogwarts, was towering. The lights in the castle, shining at night, looked positively enchanting. The partly cloudy night sky behind the castle made me think of a scene in a fantasy novel.

"Alright first years, two to a boat, now."

I glanced at Ron and Harry, and motioned for them to ride on a boat together. They smiled at me apologetically, and did as I told them to. Draco walked to me, and his goons followed. He waved them off, and we boarded a boat together.

"So why were you in a car with Weasley?" Draco asked first off.

I shrugged. "He asked to sit in there cause there were no other seats. I said sure, and he sat. He really is a nice guy, you know. But of course, you wouldn't care. Your father has imposed such ideas that it really matters what family someone came from, or if they had wealth or not." I looked over the side of the lake, and put my hand onto the water, letting my fingers trail through it.

"It's not my fault if he's right. All those families that aren't pure bloods are tainted, you know. The wizards are going to end up dying out! And-"

"Draco."

He stopped, and glanced at me. Just then, the Giant Squid that lived in the lake brought a tentacle up above the water and touched my face. I smiled at it, and squeezed the tentacle slightly before it went back under.

"What in the hell was that thing!" Draco said to me.

I sat back up and looked him in the eyes. "That, my friend, was a giant squid. It's the one that resides in this lake, here. Such nice creatures, they are."

Draco looked at me like I was crazy. He shook his head, and stayed quiet till we got to the castle.

"You're a strange one, Dionysos."

I grinned cheekily. "I know. Well, I'll see you later, Draco. I'm off to join the friends you don't approve of."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Just Weasley. Potter's fine. A bit arrogant, though." He snorted, and I sighed.

"I think you're the arrogant one, Draco. Bye." I said and jogged off toward Ron and Harry.

"You sat with that git?" Harry asked me. I laughed.

"He's only a git to those who he doesn't know." I thought for a second, "On second thought, he is a git to everyone, even his friends." I smiled, "Let's go inside now. Time for the sorting."

Harry looked at me strangely while Ron was laughing. "The sorting?"

I shook my head. "You'll see."

A.N.- First chapter done. Quite a bit longer then I was expecting it to be, but that happens I guess. Next chapter, the reincarnated Greek God Dionysos gets sorted into a house! But the question is, with his personality and background, which house is he going to be in?

Tune in next time to find out.

R&R please.

Laters.