Disclamer: Ok, as everyone should know, I don't own Harry Potter or any of
the characters except for Mallory! And as a side note, this is one of my
first fanfics so please be gentle! I am no writer so it won't be great!
Mallory stepped onto the platform of 9 and 3/4, her long, brown hair hanging over one shoulder as she dragged her luggage along beside her. She had only just figured out how to get through the barrier. She had recently transferred to Hogwarts from an American Wizarding School. She glanced at the new faces around her, all chatting to their family and friends. Her spirits lowered a little as she climbed ounto the train.
She was one of the first people to board so she chose a middle compartment that was empty. She set her things down and stared out of the window, her deep brown eyes transfixed on the families waving goodbye. The whistle blew and the train slowly began to move. Mallory picked up one of her school books and started to flick through it out of boredom.
The door opened suddenly and made her jump. Two boys and a girl came in and didn't even glace over to the corner where Mallory sat. One of the boys was tall and lanky and had shockingly red hair. The other was a bit shorter and had messy black hair that stood out at all angles. The girl was medium height and had bushy brown hair.
Mallory cleared her throat to let her presence be known. They jumped at the sound and turned to look at her.
"Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there," the boy with jet-black hair said to her. He had glasses and Mallory could see a lightning bolt shaped scar in the middle of his forehead.
"I know you," she saic, pointing to him. "Your-,"
"Harry Potter," he cut in. "Yea, that's me." Mallory nodded silently, felling her face turn red.
"Yea sorry, it's just that we usually use this compartment," the boy with bright red hair said.
"Sorry, I didn't know," Mallory replied.
"Oh,it's ok. I'm Ron, Ron Weasley," he said.
"Mallory Wolfe," she said, shaking his outstreched hand.
"And I'm Hermione Granger," the girl said, also shaking Mallory's hand. "Are you a first year," Hermione asked her. Mallory let out a laugh.
"First year, right," she said sarcastically.
"Oh, well, it's just I... I've never seen you before," Hermione studdered.
"I transferred her from the American Wizarding School. I'm in my 5th year now," she told them.
"Why did you transf-," Ron started to say, but Mallory cut him off.
"I don't like to talk about it, ok?" Her words gradually grew louder when she said this, and her eyes became cold. The door opened once again and a pale faced boy with slicked back blonde hair and two other larger boys entered the room.
"Is someone yelling at you again Potter? You know I love to watch that," the boy said with a sneer.
"Go away Malfoy," Hermione told him sternly.
"You know that's funny. I don't remember ever taking orders from a mudblood," Malfoy made a face that looked as though he had a nasty taste in his mouth. Ron started at him, but Harry held him back. Mallory watched this scene from the corner where she sat, thinking that she had picked the wrong compartment for peace and quiet. Malfoy's eyes darted over to Mallory. A grin spread across his face. His voice changed from menacing to smooth. "I don't think we've met," he said, moving across the room to her.
"And I would like it to stay that way," she said cruelly.
"Smart-ass, are we," Malfoy retorted.
"Who do you think you are anyway," she said, standing up and giving him a look of pure hatred.
Malfoy got a smug look on his face, "I"m Draco Malfoy of course!"
"M... Malfoy?" Mallory studdered, then pulled herself together. "Draco?! What kind of name is Draco," she laughed. Draco gripped his hands into fists and stalked over to her until they were an inch away from each other, both staring into the others furious eyes.
"Don't you ever, ever say anthing about my name again," Draco said in a threatning whisper, his eyes growing wider.
Mallory pushed him away and said, "I am so, so sorry Draco." She put one hand up to her mouth to try and hide the fits of laughter.
"Ugh! Crabbe, Goyle, let's go!" Malfoy stormed to the door. Before he left he turned around, pointing to Mallory, and said, "You are on my list!"
"Oh, well in that case! My name is Mallory Wolfe, that's M-a-l-l-o-" Malfoy gave another grunt before she could finish and stormed out of the door while Harry, Ron, and Hermione fell into their seats, laughing hysterically.
"That was brilliant," Ron said after he had caught his breath.
"Well, I try," Mallory said with a smile.
Mallory stepped onto the platform of 9 and 3/4, her long, brown hair hanging over one shoulder as she dragged her luggage along beside her. She had only just figured out how to get through the barrier. She had recently transferred to Hogwarts from an American Wizarding School. She glanced at the new faces around her, all chatting to their family and friends. Her spirits lowered a little as she climbed ounto the train.
She was one of the first people to board so she chose a middle compartment that was empty. She set her things down and stared out of the window, her deep brown eyes transfixed on the families waving goodbye. The whistle blew and the train slowly began to move. Mallory picked up one of her school books and started to flick through it out of boredom.
The door opened suddenly and made her jump. Two boys and a girl came in and didn't even glace over to the corner where Mallory sat. One of the boys was tall and lanky and had shockingly red hair. The other was a bit shorter and had messy black hair that stood out at all angles. The girl was medium height and had bushy brown hair.
Mallory cleared her throat to let her presence be known. They jumped at the sound and turned to look at her.
"Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there," the boy with jet-black hair said to her. He had glasses and Mallory could see a lightning bolt shaped scar in the middle of his forehead.
"I know you," she saic, pointing to him. "Your-,"
"Harry Potter," he cut in. "Yea, that's me." Mallory nodded silently, felling her face turn red.
"Yea sorry, it's just that we usually use this compartment," the boy with bright red hair said.
"Sorry, I didn't know," Mallory replied.
"Oh,it's ok. I'm Ron, Ron Weasley," he said.
"Mallory Wolfe," she said, shaking his outstreched hand.
"And I'm Hermione Granger," the girl said, also shaking Mallory's hand. "Are you a first year," Hermione asked her. Mallory let out a laugh.
"First year, right," she said sarcastically.
"Oh, well, it's just I... I've never seen you before," Hermione studdered.
"I transferred her from the American Wizarding School. I'm in my 5th year now," she told them.
"Why did you transf-," Ron started to say, but Mallory cut him off.
"I don't like to talk about it, ok?" Her words gradually grew louder when she said this, and her eyes became cold. The door opened once again and a pale faced boy with slicked back blonde hair and two other larger boys entered the room.
"Is someone yelling at you again Potter? You know I love to watch that," the boy said with a sneer.
"Go away Malfoy," Hermione told him sternly.
"You know that's funny. I don't remember ever taking orders from a mudblood," Malfoy made a face that looked as though he had a nasty taste in his mouth. Ron started at him, but Harry held him back. Mallory watched this scene from the corner where she sat, thinking that she had picked the wrong compartment for peace and quiet. Malfoy's eyes darted over to Mallory. A grin spread across his face. His voice changed from menacing to smooth. "I don't think we've met," he said, moving across the room to her.
"And I would like it to stay that way," she said cruelly.
"Smart-ass, are we," Malfoy retorted.
"Who do you think you are anyway," she said, standing up and giving him a look of pure hatred.
Malfoy got a smug look on his face, "I"m Draco Malfoy of course!"
"M... Malfoy?" Mallory studdered, then pulled herself together. "Draco?! What kind of name is Draco," she laughed. Draco gripped his hands into fists and stalked over to her until they were an inch away from each other, both staring into the others furious eyes.
"Don't you ever, ever say anthing about my name again," Draco said in a threatning whisper, his eyes growing wider.
Mallory pushed him away and said, "I am so, so sorry Draco." She put one hand up to her mouth to try and hide the fits of laughter.
"Ugh! Crabbe, Goyle, let's go!" Malfoy stormed to the door. Before he left he turned around, pointing to Mallory, and said, "You are on my list!"
"Oh, well in that case! My name is Mallory Wolfe, that's M-a-l-l-o-" Malfoy gave another grunt before she could finish and stormed out of the door while Harry, Ron, and Hermione fell into their seats, laughing hysterically.
"That was brilliant," Ron said after he had caught his breath.
"Well, I try," Mallory said with a smile.