Chapter Three- Train Stations and Compartments

Discalimer: I dnt own harry potter or anyone else. They all belong tot he freaking wondurful JKRowling. God, I heart that woman so much. Sandras mine though so dnt even try to steal her u fuking fags.

Sandra entered the train station and shook her hair so that droplets of water flew in every which way like exquisitecrystals in a Tiffany store. She wandered over to platform nine and stared at it for a moment composing herself before attempting to run through it. She began to make a mad dash for the wall between platform nine and platform ten when she promptly ran into a boy who appeared to be trying to do the same thing.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed brushing herself off and attempting to pick up the boy who she had knocked over. However, before she could hoist him up he snarled at her.

"Get away from me you filthy mudblood" he angry spat brushing himself off and lifting his eyes to hers. His mouth opened in surprise as he looked at her face and he began to stutter.

"Y-you're not her" he stuttered in disbelief.

"Hi!" Sandra said giving the gaping boy her best smile, "My name is Sandra! I'm going to start Hogwarts tomorrow. Do you go there too?"

"Malfoy" the boy utterednot taking his flustered blue eyes off her beautiful and iridescent brown ones as he offered her his hand.

She happily shook it then asked "who did you think I was when I bumped into you?"

"Just a mudblood wench." He drawled. "I think they should kick her and her kind out of this school. It ruins our image." Then Malfoy looked over her shoulder and frowned. "What are you doing here, Potter?" he snarled

"Hermione, what are you doing with him?" demanded a voice behind her as she felt on arm go around her shoulder.

Sandra whipped around at hearing the name of the girl who kept on appearing in her mind and found herself face to face with a tall dark haired boy. Face to chest for that matter as the top of her head barely reached his chin. She began to stammer as she recognized him as the boy that this "Hermione" girl in her mind loved.

"Oh god" muttered the boy who she now knew was Harry Potter. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were a friend of mine. Are you a first year to Hogwarts?" he asked kindly "I can help you get onto platform 9 3/4 if you need help."

"No thank you I know how" she declined returning his smile. "I'm actually a seventh year and I was just about to run onto the platform when I accidentally rammed into this boy over here. I'm really sorry about that Malfoy" she said turning to the blonde boy. But he was not paying any attention to her and was instead glaring at Harry Potter with a look of utmost hatred. Then she searched through Hermione's mind now in her own and remembered the deep sense of rivalry and hatred between these two boys that had begun on their first day as first years in Hogwarts.

"Get your arm off of her Potter" growled Malfoy.

It was then that Sandra realized that Harry had his arm around her as if to protect her from the evil that was Draco Malfoy. Harry blushed a crimson red and removed his arm at once mumbling an apology.

"Oh its okay" Sandra assured himcheerfully "It wasn't on purpose. I hope to see you guys at school!" she added, then gracefully pranced through the concrete wall that would take her to the Hogwarts Express. She didn't turn around and thus missed the matched expressions of wonder that draped Harry and Malfoys face.

Sandra meandered down the inside of the Hogwarts Express until she found an empty compartment and sat down. She took Praise of Folly by Desiderius Erasmus out of her pocket and began to read but was interrupted by the compartment door banging open. A girl roughly her age banged into the compartment and glanced around. Her eyes settled on Sandra but quickly traveled over her and she sat down across from Sandra.

The girl was very tall with thin, slender legs that were as graceful and shapely as those of a world class ballerina dancers. Her entire body was toned and seemed to project an aura of strength. The girl was like a panther, all muscle and flesh while moving with cat like grace.

Her hair was raven and beautiful. It was long and reminiscent of the ocean on a windless and moonless night. It shimmered and leapt in waves as if it had a life of its own. As if countless spirits were trapped within the gossamer strands that strained to escape from their heavenly prison an in doing so creating a glow like the stars on a dark dreamless night. Her hair was like the beautiful mane of a black unicorn. Deadly and fatal yet so pure that it burned.

She appeared to be of Asian descent and was wearing what seemed to be armor, a short leather skirt wit fishnet stockings and black combat boots that thudded whenever she walked. She was wearing an intricately carved piece of breast armor that gave her the unfortunate image of having breasts made of metal but it was beautiful nonetheless in its detail and workmanship. She was also wearing a coat that fell to the floor and was made of cloth that was the darkest black Sandra had ever seen. The coat seemed to have a life of its own and drew her eyes in as if attempting to hypnotize her.

The strange girl was also armed and seemed to have several knives hidden on her person throughout her outfit. The most obvious weapon of all however, was the sword she had on her back. She had the most alluring and beautiful face that Sandra had ever seen in her life. Her full lips were a beautiful coral shade and reminded her of her own lips. In fact the two were matched in their beautiful and delicate looks. The most striking thing about the girl however, was not her alarming amount of weaponry or her attire, it was her eyes.

They were a deep amethist at one point but seemed to merge into a saphire color the next when she titled her head to the side. Depending on the light and the angle at which it struck her beautiful face, they seemed to change shades so much that Sandra was soon entranced and could not tear her eyes away from them.

The girl looked at her and seemed to notice the mesmerizing effect that her eyes had on Sandra. She laughed and said "you shouldn't look too long. My great-grandfather exchanged his soul for the powers of the basilisk so all of the Fury's since him have basilisk powers to an extent. If you look into my eyes too long you'll die." She began to laugh as Sandra quickly tore her eyes away from hers.

"Fury," she introduced. "Dominique Fury." She gracefully offered her hand which Sandra saw was covered with a plethora of rings that all appeared to glow with an inner light and grasped Dominique's slim fingers in her own beautiful hand and happily shook it.

"I'm Sandra. I'm just switching into the school this year as a seventh year!"

"Really?" replied Dominique. "I didn't think they did that too often. Considering I was the first one that they allowed in late in a century. I take it your smart?" asked Dominique with a bored look on her face as she took a dagger from her thigh sheath and began to play catch with it in a deadly game.

"No, I'm not that smart. I guess there was a mix-up at the admissions office" shrugged Sandra as she watched the dagger flip through the air.

Suddenly, Dominique deftly caught the dagger and pitched it and Sandra's head. Missing it only by a few centimeters.

"I will ask you one more time. And only one more time I want a straight answer. Are you smart?" She whispered with her face only inches from Sandra's.

"Not really" replied Sandra, keeping her composure and defiantly turning her face up to meet Dominique's eyes on a level ground.

Dominique turned from Sandra, and sat back down after yanking the dagger out of the wall.

"You know what? You're not too bad. Most people would have died a second ago." Dominique smirked. She presently resumed her deadly game with the dagger as the train began to move.

Sandra took Praise of Folly out of her pocket again and began to read as the rain continued to gently batter the windows and Dominique looked at her with her ever-changing eyes.