The End As I Know It

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the original characters.

Authors Note: Hey Guys! I decided to add another chapter. For all of you skeptical about this fanfic, it might be wise to read what I wrote about it on my profile. Anyway on with the story. Also, I stand by my statement that this story might not be successful and that it's up to you whether it's continued. Yes, there are too many borders in this one, but by the fourth or fifth chapter, I suspect I will have begun to make it all better.

Summary: Taken from the Potters at birth, Justine grows up at the home of the Dark Lord. At the age of 17 she is granted the chance to finally attend Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry where she befriends the quiet Blaise Zabini. But is there a catch?

Chapter 2: First Glances

"Hey Ron…." Harry whispered eyeing the boy on the other side of the room. "Ron! Wake Up!". The flame haired boy stirred for a minute and then groaned. "Wha?" Ron mumbled prying his eyes open. "I think we should go back to Hogwarts for a bit. Y'know give your mum a break; I just have this nagging feeling that I need to go back." Harry said, sitting upright. "Yeah okay, but then what?" Ron said flashing a quizzical look at Harry. "We sneak out of course!" Harry whispered. "Now get dressed, we should tell Hermione".

The two boys crept downstairs, Harry noticed Ginny talking to Hermione. "Mmm can we wait 'till later?" Harry asked. "No wa... Uh how about I just get Hermione." Ron said noticing that Ginny was there. "Yeah okay." Harry said. Harry stared after Ron as he strode into the kitchen and whispered something to Hermione. "Uh Ginny I'll be right back." She said. Ginny's face clouded unhappily and Hermione returned it with a sympathetic look. Hermione quickly exited the room, "What?" She asked. "Ron and I think that it would be a better idea to return to Hogwarts for a little bit. Then sneak out." Harry said quickly. "Are you sure?" Hermione replied. Harry and Ron nodded. "Okay then, it's settled." She said. "I have to go, I don't want to keep Ginny waiting." And with that she walked into the kitchen. Harry heard a faint "What was that about?" and then a "We are returning to Hogwarts for a bit". Harry glanced into the room and saw Ginny's face glowing happily.

The sounds of engines and the smell of smoke and coal with the yelling of voices filled the bustling busy atmosphere of the train platforms. Justine glanced around searching for the platform nine and three quarters. Confused she stopped and leaned against a barrier and felt a rush of air on her face as she fell through it. Looking up she saw a large scarlet train standing beside a post reading "Platform nine and three quarters". "Well I found it." She muttered. Justine wandered over to a tall man with red robes who was standing beside the train. "Wow your early mate". Said the man. Justine shot him a confused look. "Train leaves at 11 o'clock and it's 9: 23 right now." He said. "Oh, uh, yeah I'm new so uh…" She muttered. "Okay, give me your bags and then get on. You're in for a long wait" He said. She handed him her trolley and got on quickly, opening a compartment and sliding in. Justine sat there for a few minutes before a loud 'crack' and the body of a pale blond boy whom she recognized as Draco Malfoy materialized before her. "So it's true. He really did let you go." Draco mused. "Yep. Why're you here? You know if they catch you you're toast. After all it's your fault that Dumbledore's dead" Justine said. "I wanted to see for myself that what Josh said was true." He replied. "You talk to Josh?" she asked. But before he could reply they heard footsteps and with another loud crack Malfoy had vanished.

An hour later the train started to fill up and a boy with dark hair and grey eyes entered her compartment. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked politely. She shook her head, "No go ahead". They sat in silence, Justine suddenly finding the compartment door window incredibly interesting. She turned her head towards the boy, about to say something but the compartment door opened, followed by the face of a tall, freckled, flame haired boy. "D'you mind if……" his eyes landed on Justine. "Er… never mind" he said eyeing her suspiciously as he backed out of the compartment. Once the door closed, a muffled "Bloody Hell Harry that girl looks like you!" rang out across the hallway. And a pair of green eyes glanced into the compartment window then disappeared.

Sighing with relief at the fact that Harry hadn't questioned her she turned her attention to the boy in front of her, the one who was indulged in a box of Bertie botts every flavored beans. He looked up and offered her some. "First year I suppose?" he asked. "Mmhmm, seventh year" she answered "Me too, well it's not my first year but I'm in seventh year, name's Blaise Zabini, and you?" He said, dunking his hand into the box of jellybeans and pulling out green one. "Justine…….." she trailed off, trying to think of a last name, while Blaise was examining the green jelly bean. "Andreahs." She added quickly. Blaise grimaced. "What?" she whispered, looking around her. "Oh, bogie flavored bean." He said, plucking it out of his mouth and chucking it into a waste bin. "So where d' you come from?" he asked, setting aside the box. "Home school. I had special privileges from the Ministry of Magic allowing me to use magic." She said. Blaise nodded. Justine surveyed him, eyes landing on a glittering prefects badge.

As the train neared the Hogsmead station, Justine pulled her robes over her clothes. "I'll see you later then?" Zabini asked her. Justine smiled and he quickly slipped out and over to the prefect's cabin. As the train slid to a halt she edged into the hallway where many students were crowding into the hallway, excited to have arrived. Following a sea of people that exited the train, A giant of a man who was beckoning all first year students towards him came into view, so Justine followed. "Justine Evans?" the man asked. Staring at her shoes she nodded, putting it into memory that her last name was now Evans. "Yeh'll be sorted in the headmaster's office." He said, guiding her towards a boat.

The boats took them towards a large castle where Justine was soon taken from the group and shepherded over to the headmaster's office. It was empty but a note addressed to her was sitting on the desk. She quietly picked it up and opened it.

Justine,

I am in the great hall sorting the first years, please take a seat until I return.

Professor McGonagall.

Half an hour later McGonagall returned. She briskly walked over to Justine and placed the tattered old hat on her head. After two minutes of debating she was sorted into Hufflepuff. Suddenly the Hufflepuff crest and the faint yellow rimming had appeared on her robes. "You may go Miss Evans." Professor McGonagall said. Justine nodded and exited the room. "Me a Hufflepuff? I'm not loyal! I defied Voldemort's orders many, many times and just? NO ONE GETS THE OTHER TWO COOKIES! Note to self: NEVER tell Voldemort that I'm in the wimp house." She muttered to herself as she made her way down to the great hall. Finally she found the tall doors and walked inside, a dozen heads turned her way and then towards Harry. Justine strode towards the Hufflepuff table and quickly sat on the bench beside a brown haired boy. And nervously helped herself to the remaining food, clearing her plate quickly. Her eyes searched the Slytherin table for Blaise. Finally the dark hair came into view just as he had brought his eyes up from his plate. She smiled and he waved, sort of.

After the feast she made her way up to the staircase. "Damn." Justine mumbled, realizing that she had no idea where she was going. She sank down against the wall and eyed the paintings. "Well I'm doomed." She said aloud. "Really?" Said a voice from behind her.