DISCLAIMER: I have seen many a funny disclaimer, but I do not have one to use so I do not own Harry Potter, if I did I would be rich and I would be putting this story in a book as opposed to this website. I own Amanda Marciano. You cannot have her to use, nor can you use the Demangels, I do not own the idea of the Demangels, I have gotten permission from the owner to use them now... On with the story!

CHAPTER 1

THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS (Butter beer party)

Do you want some basic information about me? I'm Amanda Marciano and I'm on my way to my first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm 17. I transferred from the USA. I live with my Aunt Mary who is a Witch. Mom died, dad didn't want me. It's the same old tear jerker you have heard probably a million times in your short little life, or long life, who knows? Not me. Anyway Mary dropped me off in front of Kings Cross Station and told me in her annoying British accent that platform 9¾ is between 9 and 10. She told me to run if I was nervous. I nodded thinking that I wouldn't be nervous. All I had to do was walk into the station and ask for directions to 9¾ and get on the train. I got up and went to the door of the station with my trunk packed with all the things I needed. I walked up to a man in an official looking outfit, I assumed he was the guard.

"Excuse me sir?" I asked in a false sweet tone.

"What? Oh yes?"

"Can yo direct me to platform 9¾?"

"9¾. Go harass that man over there." he pointed to another man. "He's my boss. He'll take care of your meddling pranking arse." I gave him an icy glare thinking about Kate and Sam. They were very mean and hated me. They had since I lost all my friends on that night when...I snapped back to reality when I felt rough hands on my shoulder.

"Get your filthy hands off me you bastard." I swung around and hit him square in the jaw.

"Oh" he grabbed his face with one hand while keeping a firm grasp on my shoulder. "Oi! Prongs, Moony, Got another one." Two boys, apparently Moony and Prongs, laughed and came over.

"Hogwarts?" asked the one I punched. I nodded.

"You've never been there have you?" asked moony or prongs, I still didn't know which is which. I shook my head and listened to their hushed conversation.

"She looks too old to be a first year" said the one I punched still rubbing his jaw

"Yes, but she must be, how else would she not have come before."

"She does look too old to be a first year Moony," said Prongs, or at least I assume it is prongs because it he was talking to Moony. " I think she is a transfer. Remember Brianna Franta in our first year?"

"Oh yeah. How do you remember her name?"

"She was my first kiss at Hogwarts" I looked down at my clothes at this because I felt like I was intruding. I was wearing a black shirt that was see-through on the bottom showing off my belly button piecing, which was done without moms permission, when I decided to get friends. I thought it would impress them. Instead it caused them to reject me more. I frowned. Below my shirt I had on a black mini skirt, and strappy black shoes on my feet. I had on a black leather jacket left unbuttoned and open on over my shirt. My finger and toe nails were painted black, and my hair was naturally raven black. I looked into my soul each day before I dressed and wore clothes that match my mood. My aunt thought I was stuck in mourning because my soul always said 'black'. I wasn't though. I dressed in all black even before my mother died. She was a drunk and she beat me. On my 10th birthday I had a party. She had promised not to drink. I was a fool to believe her, but I did and invited my 20 closest friends. I had friends than. Stupid. Stupid, stupid me. Towards the end of the party she had stayed without drinking and I told her I wouldn't mind if she had a beer. A beer. Stupid. Stupid, stupid me. She got her beer. Than another, and another. She got drunk after the 4th beer. She saw me crying (because she was drunk) and Kate and Sam were comforting me. Stupid. Stupid, stupid me told them to go away and leave me alone( I wanted to fix it myself) and she heard me say leave me alone and thought they hurt me. She yelled and hit them. My mother hit my best friends. They ran to their mothers and since than I have been a reject. Since than I dressed in all black.

I felt a sharp ping on my shoulder and turned my head to the right. Away from whoever pinched me. It was the boy I punched I noticed when he came around to the other side of me. He stuck his hand out reaching for mine. Mine stayed tight at my side. He took it and lifted it to his lips, in a charming way(or at least he thought he was charming). I snatched it back.

"I'm Sirius Black." he said

"I'm Amanda" there was no last name said. I kept that to myself.

"Well, Amanda, I am here to take you to the Hogwarts express."

"I can manage on my own thanks." I said icily. He was being too friendly. The last person that was nice to me ended up only doing so to humiliate me. He ignored that and pulled me towards the barrier between 9 and 10.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked this mysterious Sirius Black.

"Bringing you to the train. We were now at the barrier and facing it. He was behind me. suddenly he pushed me into it. I didn't feel any pain. 'I must be immune to pain now'. I thought. I scrunched my face up than unscrunched opening my eyes. I was in another part of the train station. 'Oh God!' I thought 'I am hallucinating'

"No your not hallucinating"

"How did you know that's what I thought?"

"You said it out loud.'

"Oh Crap I did?"

"Yeah." he winced as if he felt bad for me and knew my pain. I smiled an evil sneer. 'Ha. As if he could possibly know what I'm going through. He is obviously popular.'

I turned abruptly and walked off throwing a 'thanks' over my shoulder. I got on the train and looked for an empty compartment. All of the ones I found were full. 'There must be an empty seat somewhere' I thought. So far the only seat I saw was next to that Sirius Black person. I did not want to sit there. I searched the whole train and finally found a seat with a bunch of 11 year olds. They all seemed so excited and were pestering me with questions about the school.

"SHUT UP" I roared after I couldn't take there constant chatter anymore. I pulled a book out and began to read a sickening love story. I slammed it shut and grabbed a notebook. Poems. That was written in big lettering on the cover. Inside the pages hundreds of poems were written in minuscule writing I flipped to the 59th page and began to write a new poem

Why can't you see it?

Am I that hard to read?

Do you believe my so fake smile?

Or are my eyes shaded with tears?

That's all I got down before Sirius came in and took my notebook.

"Nooo!" I screamed and jumped up. My poems were my most personal thoughts. If he read them...

"I wont read it." He dropped it onto my seat. He grabbed my arm and brought me away from them. We were alone now. I didn't like being alone with people.

"I saved you a seat. Why didn't you sit with us?"

"I don't like you or your idiotic buddies."

"Oh come on, we're not that bad. Come sit with us. We're having a party." I shuddered remembering my party. I tear fell out of my eyes and I wiped it away , I thought before he saw it.

"I hate parties"

"Parties are fun. So what if you went to one where the butter beer spilled...' I screamed then. I really let it out. People from many compartments poked there heads out to see what was going on. I couldn't stop screaming. I tried I really did, but my screams wouldn't stop. After a minute they turned to sobs.

"What happened?" asked Sirius. He hugged me, and I clung to him like he was the only solid thing in my life. Almost like he was my boyfriend, but he isn't, and he wont be. A teacher came running up.

"Sirius Black! What have you done to this young lady?" I heard a strict woman's voice say.

"Nothing, at least nothing I'm aware of ." he patted my back as a fresh wave of sobs shook me.

"Step away from her." that woman said. Sirius let me go and stepped back, but I wouldn't let him go. My sharp talon-like nails bit into him almost making him bleed.

"Well fine than. Mr. Black take Ms. Marciano to your compartment and try to make your girlfriends sobs stop."

"She's uh, not my girlfriend. She doesn't want me. Until now I thought she hated me, but now I'm not so sure." Sirius Wrapped his arm around my shoulder and directed me to his compartment.