Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did I would do things that the human mind can't comprehend. The characters Firax and Xarif are of my own creation, so don't bitch at me!

Il Zhagra Nu Dalhinyat Fel Gritan

Chapter 2

Firax Quizzix, an American boy of 16, was normal for his age. Well, kind of. He was a wizard, but now more powerfull because of the ring he now possessed. But he did not realize the effect it had on him though. But now he was riddled with questions. He was being transfered to an English school of witchcraft and wizardry. Why, he did not know, nor did he want to go, but he was interested about the "boy who lived," who apperently went to the school he was being sent to.

He dreaded going, knowing that he would stand out. Not many people have natural blue hair and orange eyes. He sighed, shaking his head. He knew he wouldn't have his say in the matter, there was no point in resisting. So Firax decided to spend the last few days with his friends. They shared in his disappointment, but tried to make his short time one he would remember.

But the time came when he was to leave. He had already gotten his things for school, in his own little Diagon Alley, so he wouldn't wander in theirs. He said his last goodbyes and boarded the plane to England. Luckily he was able to put all of his school supplies in a trunk he configured, so no one would ask questions. A few passangers stared at him, but he was used to it, on a small scale. He read the letter he got from the headmaster again, being bored out of his mind.

Dear Firax,

I have heard that you wish to join our school. I am most delighted. We have never gotten a student from America, perhaps it is an oppertunity, for all of us. We may learnfrom each other. Enclosed is a ticket for 9 3/4, along with instructions on how to board it. When you arrive you may choose to go with students your own age, or go with the first years. Either way you will be sorted into your house after the others. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask. I'll see you at school. Have a great year.

-Albus Dumbledor

P.S. You are probably aware of a young celebrity at our school, a Mr. Harry Potter. I ask that you don't treat him as famous

but as a normal person.l know that he would appreciate it.

Firax looked at his ticket and instructions, they seemed simple enough. Just walk through a wall. How hard could that be? The plane soon landed and Firax headed towards King's Cross. Once there, more stares, so he decided to find this platform 9 3/4 quickly. He pulled the instructions out of his pocket and glanced over them. 'Walk straight through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10.'

Firax looked up at the barrier in front of him. 9 on one side, 10 on the other. "Well, here goes." he thought. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stepped forward...into anoter person.

"Oh...uh...excuse me." Firax stuttered

He looked up to see who he ran into. A boy, probably his age, with flaming red hair. They were about the same height and build, but Firax wasn't as heavy.

"Were you about to walk into that wall?" the redhead asked

"Um...no, no...why?" came the nervous reply

"Are you going to Hogwarts?"

"Um...uh...yeah. Are you?" was the hesitant response

"Yeah. Ron Weasly, at your service."

"I'm...Firax."

"If you don't mind me saying, you seem a little too nervous, even for a first year."

"I'm 16 thank you very much. And pardon me for be nervous, I'm not used to people talking to me."

"Oh...I'm sorry, but why won't people talk to you?"

"Have you seen my hair and eyes?" came the answer, accompanied with raised eyebrows.

"What's wrong with brown hair and green eyes?"

"What?" Firax cried

"Oh by the way, that ring on your hand, it's glowing. Did you know that?"

Firax looked down and saw that his ring was glowing. But as he looked, the glow seemed to spread to his hand. Frantically, he yanked off the ring, and glow stopped instantly.

"Wow. Cool!" the excited Ron said

"Huh?" Firax asked, stilled worried about his hand

"Your hair, it's blue. And your eyes, the bright orange. That's cool."

"You think so? Most people see me as a freak and avoid me."

"You mean that those colors are natural? That's even cooler!"

"Thanks, I guess. But you said I had brown hair and green eyes. I didn't do anything." said the now puzzled Firax

"Don't worry about. C'mon, we don't want to miss the train."

Firax smiled and walked through the barrier with his new friend. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.

Authors note: Sorry about the first chapter being so short. Oh well. Please R & R