Chapter 2
A teenage girl with dark ebony hair, porcelain face and full lips looked in the mirror. Anyone who was to look upon her would say that she is possibly the most beautiful girl they had ever seen. But if they looked closer they would see her eyes were misty and never stayed the one colour, they were cruel and cold most of the time. But there were times when they would warm and become bright, unfortunately it was times when she would torture small bugs in the garden or if she seen someone in pain. She took a brush in her hand and began to drag it though her long hair, as far as she knew it was just another day at the O'Connell's. "Honey it's time for breakfast" called up Mrs O'Connell from the kitchen. The girl cringed at the use of the word honey, she hated it, but she despised the woman who said it more. The O'Connell's were not her natural parent's but her adoptive ones. They were in fact a witch and wizard, but it was ok because the girl also had magical blood.
"I'm coming!" she shouted as she threw open the door to her room and ran down the stairs. She walked straight past Mr O'Connell without acknowledgement and grabbed a bit of toast from the plate on the counter.
"Thanks! Look I'm away I said I'd meet Franky off the train" at this Mr O'Connell looked sadly at his only daughter. He knew she wanted to go to school with the others, but well she just couldn't. The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had accepted her in when she was 11, but her parents didn't want her there, they thought it might be too awkward under the circumstances.
The girl walked out of the house and caught the bus to King's Cross Station. When she got there she saw a lot of families strolling out of a wall between platform's 9 and 10. She made her way in against the flow of people coming out, and then she saw her friend Franky, also known as Francesca Truman. She was standing beside a dark haired boy; behind him was a lanky red headed boy and a smaller girl with bushy brown hair.
"Over here!" cried Franky. The girl stopped in front of her friend and exchanged greetings.
"This is Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and this is Harry Potter" Franky said the last name with a little sigh. The girl knew this to be the name of the boy Franky liked. She could see why, he had piercing green eyes and a fascinating scar on his forehead; he seemed like the rebellious sort with his messy dark hair. Then she introduced the girl,
"Everyone this is Kitiara O'Connell, she gets home schooled by her parents, although I'm begging her to come to Hogwarts next term." Harry looked a little shy but he managed to say,
"Yeah, you should totally come. Hope you'll be in Gryffindor, if you do" That was enough to convince Kitiara that she wanted to go. All she had to do now was to convince her parents.