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Chapter 1

Pierrot was woken up by being shook by a hand on her shoulder. The shock was enough for her automatic reflex to snap her hand and grab the person's neck. It took her a moment to come too fully remember that she wasn't at home with those people anymore and when she did, she was fully awake and had opened her eyes properly, she noticed that her hand was wrapped around Hermione's neck. Pierrot quickly let go and brought her arm back to herself. She couldn't believe it; she, Pierrot, had choked Hermione Granger.

The fear on the trio's faces, made something inside her brake. Hermione saw the horrified look on Pierrots face and tried to reassure her, "It's okay, it's not your fault, Pierrot." Pierrot peered down and looked over the hand that had just been wrapped around her friends' neck with a shock like it had a mind of its own.

Hermione could tell her new friend was shocked, at what she had done and tried to help her snap out of it. Hermione slowly sat down next to her and put a hand on Pierrot's shoulder, "It's okay. It wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have shaken you like that, I'm sorry."

Pierrot shook her head vigorously and started to deny it. "No, Her-my-oh-nee. It's my fault, I should be able to control it." The words made the small compartment fill with an awkward silence. She couldn't take it, she stood abruptly and grabbed her bag, which had her robes in it, "I am going to go change into my robes," without waiting for a reply, Pierrot ran out of the compartment, not stopping till she reached a bathroom.

After Pierrot ran out from the compartment, Neville decided to ask what the trio had been thinking, "D… Do you think she will be o…okay?"

Harry looked over at where Pierrot had been sitting before she reacted. to Hermione waking her up. He kept thinking about the bruises that covered her, although he couldn't see any more than her face and neck, it wasn't hard to guess that there was more. He knew what it was like to feel vulnerable and helpless or to be abused by parents, what it's like to be forced to show no emotion, and he could see that Pierrot is not over it. He can tell that she was ready to fight back.

"I think I'll go check on her," Hermione said, standing up, only to have Harry held up his hand to halt to motion and shake his head.

"No, don't go," He said.

"W… what? Why?" Neville stared at Harry with wide eyes while Hermione looked at him incredulously.

"Are you crazy? She might do something to hurt herself. Couldn't you see how scared she was?" Hermione tried to reason with Harry, but the look on his face told her nearly everything she needed to know.

"Pierrot will not appreciate it if you bug her about it. She takes pride in what she went through and she managed to survive. There are bruises that litter her skin and she doesn't feel embarrassed about them. Do you know how much self confidence it takes to be able to do that? She might have been abused, but her eyes show that she will fight back, and she's not afraid to do so."

"H…how di…did you know?" Neville and Hermione looked over at Harry, with a questioning look.

"It's not only that, she is skinny, way too skinny," Hermione said.

"It's going to be okay. Hermione, Neville, please trust me."

Pierrot clenched her fists and looked in the mirror in front of her. NO. I will never become like that bitch and disgusting shit-eater. I will never become like my so-called parents. Pierrot said to herself, taking a deep breaths to steady herself.

She might be eleven years old, but because of her past life, she was able to stand and look after herself. She didn't need an adult to hover over her and she knows that she didn't need to depend on anyone, except for herself. She needed to learn how to take care of herself, to cook to earn money and learn how to do first aid..

She peeled off the last article of her clothing and she could see the scars that were littered across her body. Her body was nothing but a map. A map that showed how her home life really is and that she is the one who takes care of herself.

She even had to sew her skin together in some places, so that it wouldn't get infected. She also had to pour the alcohol over it as well.

While her previous life hadn't been eventful, at least it had made her stronger and not someone who cried at any and all hardships. She knew how to deal with messes that she made.

Without thinking about it, she started to put on her new school uniform, glad that she had talked Minerva into letting her wear the pants instead of the skirt. She looked ridiculous wearing a skirt.

She didn't care if people saw the bruises and scars, she just didn't want to deal with the stupid questions.

Holding up the last item of clothing, she looked at it with a raised eyebrow, "A tie? Really? How the heck am I supposed to wear this? Do I really need to?" Pierrot looked over the tie with confusion and annoyance. Suddenly realising that Hermione knew how to tie one, she placed the tie around her neck and let it hang there and she threw her other clothes into her bag. Making sure she had everything, she made her way back, to the compartment.

Pierrot stood at the door, watching the trio having a heated discussion. Pierrot didn't even want to know if it was about her. She opened the door a little bit harder than necessary making them all jump and look over at her.

"Is something the matter?" Pierrot asked, looking over at the trio, her head tilted to the side.

"No, nothing's wrong, you just startled us is all." Hermione answered, noticing the tie hanging loose around Pierrots neck, and then looked at the pants that Pierrot was wearing. "Why are you wearing a male uniform? Pants are for males, not females," Hermione frowned at her new friend.

"So? It never stated that females were only allowed to wear the female uniform. I just asked the lady who came to my house, with the Hogwarts letter, for permission to wear the pants. I don't like skirts, I'm not comfortable in them. And there is no rule saying that girls must wear skirts. It only says that girls must wear the school uniform," Pierrot replied.

Watching Hermione's eyes widening, and jaw drop was enough to make Pierrot smirk. She was sure that Hermione had never been spoken to like that in her life. Her life was already getting better and better.

She looked out the window and watched as the scenery by, as the train travelled forward, towards Hogwarts. She was wondering if her life was going to be like her previous one, or if this one was going to be better.

The trio looked at each other and then to Pierrot, "P… Pierrot, c… can I ask you some… something?" Hermione and Harry turned and looked at Neville with wide eyes. Pierrot didn't even turn or move. She knew that they wanted to ask something, not sure of the question, but she had a feeling it was to do with the bruises amongst her skin.

"You just asked a question, Neville," Pierrot chuckled, seeing Neville's eyes widen as she chuckled. "Don't worry Nev, I was just teasing you. Ask away, I don't bite."

Keeping her eyes closed, Pierrot turned her head towards the trio.

"W… why do you have bruises all over your sk… skin?"

Pierrot smirked upon hearing the knew that the question would be asked at some point. Maybe not this early though.

Then, she heard movement on the seats opposite her, she opened her eyes and looked over at the trio. They were nervous.

"My parents used me as a punching bag, almost to the point of death," Pierrot explained, making sure there was an emphasis on the word death. It was somewhat true, her so-called mother had stabbed her with a knife and almost gotten away with it.

A gasp came from the trio, Pierrot only laughed about it, "Your parents beat you?" Hermione asked. . Pierrot just shook her head, "They aren't my real parents, because, if they were surely they would have given me a middle and last name?"

If there was one thing that Pierrot couldn't stand, it was the look in the trio's eyes; sympathy.

Pierrot couldn't stand the sympathetic looks people sent her way. She didn't need it, she could take care of herself, and she had done for as long as she could remember.

"I… I'm so sorry Pierrot," She looked over and leaned forward, gently touching Neville's hand.

"Nah, its okay. By the way, you don't have to be shy around me."

Neville flinched when he felt the condition of Pierrot's hands. They were calloused and rough as if she had been working the life of an older man. He had never seen so many scars and stithes covering a hand of a girl so young. He knew that Pierrot had felt him flinch, but she didn't acknowledge it, for which he was grateful.

She might be rough, but Neville could see that even after everything she had been through, Pierrot still had kindness in her.

"What house do guys think you'll be in?" Hermione asked the group, trying to change the subject and break the awkward silence. "I would love to be in Gryffindor, the same house as Dumbledore."

Pierrot raised her brow hearing the excitement in her voice, "You know Her-my-oh-nee, you should just be yourself. You are a unique girl, so don't enter a house based on someone else, enter a house because of you. I'm sure that you have qualities of every house and I'm sure you will be sorted where you fit best."

They all looked at Pierrot incredulously, suddenly Hermione seemed to have a realisation, "Blimey, you are right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be worried about others. I still think that Gryffindor would be a good fit, but I think Ravenclaw would be good as well. How about you three?

Harry smiled at Pierrot and Hermione, "I think Gryffindor suits me." Neville nodded his head and agreed with Harry about Gryffindor, or perhaps Hufflepuff.

Then three pairs of eyes turned to look at Pierrot, "What about you?" Hermione asked, knowing that really, she didn't care what house she was in, as long as she was able to learn.

"Slytherin, maybe. Although, to be honest, I don't really care which house I am sorted into, I'll just go where they tell me too."

The trio looked at her as they started to go pale. "W… Why Slytherin? There are so many dark witch and wizards?"

Hearing what Harry had said, made her smirk like a Cheshire cat, "There are such bias and prejudice in that comment of yours, dear Harry," Pierrot said leaning forward, making all three of them shiver, the scars and stitches on her where not helping either. "Do you really think that the house you are sorted into will determine if you are evil or not? There are good and bad people in Slytherin, just like any other house. If a person knows both dark and light magic, it doesn't make them evil. It's how they use it that determines what they are. Don't let the colour of somebodies robes determine how you treat someone."

The trio could do nothing more than nod their heads, seeing the fear on their faces, Pierrot let out a bark of laughter, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you guys so bad. Honestly, I apologise."

Hearing Pierrot apologise let the trio breathe a sigh of relief. Honestly, she could be scary if she wanted to be.

"We'd like to apologise as well, it's not fair to judge someone on hearsay. We haven't even met anyone in that house and we are already judging them. So, we're sorry."

Pierrot dismissed it with a flick of her hand, showing that she didn't care. "Meh, it doesn't matter. Although, it was quite funny seeing how quickly and pale your faces went."

Hearing that from Pierrot made Hermione huff and scoff, "You know, that's not a nice thing to do."

"Yes, yes. Sorry, mother."

Hermione's jaw dropped at hearing that, which only earned laughter from Harry and Neville. Then Hermione remembered something, "Pierrot, why do you say my name the way you do?"

Pierrot rubbed her nose and looked a little sheepish, making Hermione want to know the answer to her question even more, "Well, honestly. I don't know the proper pronunciation for your name, so I pronounce it one syllable at a time. It may take a bit for me to be able to pronounce it correctly. So, bear with me, please?"

Hermione broke into a massive grin and nodded her head, she was worried that Pierrot was making fun of her name, but hearing that explanation made her feel better about it. Pierrot wasn't making fun of her, she just didn't want to pronounce her name wrong. "I think I can bear with it," Hermione replied.

"I don't like making fun someone's name. That name was given to you by your parents for a reason, and I should honour that by saying it correctly. You're my friend and I will never call you names, only your given name, in honour of you and your parents."

Hermione's eyes turn wide at what Pierrot said. Pierrot had called her a friend, and that she had liked her name. She didn't want to pronounce it wrong in honour of her parents. This is the first time anyone had ever said such nice things to her. Even Harry and Neville looked surprised at what Pierrot had said. Guess their new friend was full of unexpected things.