Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with the Franchise. I also make no money writing this story.
I was reading some book about muggles that seemed to be totally inaccurate, so I was editing it with notes on the side or in-between the paragraphs. When a young thin starved looking boy with jet black hair and aquamarine eyes entered the compartment I was in. "Hello, I was wondering, if I could sit here?" He asked
"Of course, thought may I ask what your name is?"
"Harry Potter, what's yours?" he said as he sat down.
"I think I should leave," I responded and then started walking towards the door, only to be stopped by Harry grabbing my sleave.
"Why, would you leave is there something wrong with me?" He asked.
"No," I said as I sat back down, "My name is Stefan Riddle. You are obviously going into Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. While I am 78% sure that I am going into Slytherin, both you and I would likely be targeted by our housemates for having friendly interactions. Which is stupid, because it should encourage inter-house relations."
"So we aren't sorted yet-" he started but was cut off by a pale pompus looking blond that looked like he never had to raise a finger to get what he wanted, who entered rather loudly, with two rather bodyguardish boys.
"Is it true?" he said, "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," Harry responded quite simply.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy, "And my name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
*Pfft*
"What was that, you think my name is funny. Who do you think you are?"
"I could say the same. Anyways, to answer your question I am Stefan, Stefan Riddle."
"Hah, a mudblood of course you would-" he didn't get farther than that, because I burst out laughing.
"What, did you really refer to me as a person with dirty blood. Wow, I mean calling me a blood traitor would be the correct insult, since I know for a fact that my parents are wizards. And, you do realize you a heir, just insulted a heir, in front of another heir." I said while laughing all the while.
"What but there is no Riddle House!"
"I never said there was, only that I was a heir," and then I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Oh, and Malfoy my first name is a name of royalty and my last name I inherited from my grandfather, but if I had my mother's name it would be Evans. Think about it Draco."
"Impossible, the last Evans died in the war!"
"Did she? Did she really? Or did she go underground*?" And with that I drew my wand and banished them from the compartment with a flick of my wrist.
"What's a mudblood?" Harry asked.
I grimiced, but answered nonetheless "A mudblood is a derogatory term referring to muggleborns, that pretty much means dirty blood, as I said before. Oh and Harry?"
"Yes"
"Never say that word again, the whole of Gryffindor would kill you and possibly parts of the other houses."
"Have any of you seen a toad, belonging to a boy named Neville?" A young witch with bushy brown hair and oversized front teeth said to us while entering the compartment, then noticing my wand still in hand, she brags "Oh, you're doing magic, I've been studying at home and have gotten some spells down. By the way my name is Hermione Granger."
"Ye'p', I'm doing magic," Harry gave me a strange look at that, I don't know if it was at me popping my 'p' or me saying that I was doing magic, nevertheless I continued after stepping out into the hallway, "Accio Trevor!" then I stepped back inside and gave Trevor to Hermione, "Tell Neville to start keeping track of his toad or else I will give him to the Weasley Twins. I mean this is the third time I helped find Trevor."
"Whatever, you should get changed soon we are nearing Hogwarts." And with that she left.
"What just happened?"
"A girl happened mate. A girl happened." I told him simply.
*A/N: It's a rather morbid joke about how she's six feet underground.