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Chapter 2

Pierrot's eye twitched, her arms crossed over her chest, her leg bouncing erratically. Internally, she was screaming - wondering how much longer she would be stuck sitting on this damn, fucking train. It wasn't like she didn't have a good nap, in fact, this would be the first good nap she had had in a long time. She never got the luxury of having a good nap, or a good sleep.

As soon as the train stopped, Pierrot stood abruptly, and walked silently out of the compartment, trying to let the trio sleep for a few minutes longer. She knew that the half-giant would be calling for all first years soon. She half-jogged off the train, and found a place to sit.

She sat, looking at the vast lake in front of her, nearly lost in her thoughts when she heard Hagrid call out for the first years.

Then, a tall figure collided with hers - before she even had time to react. "Oh sorry, ain't see ya' there!" Hagrid said gruffly, but apologetically.

"Oroa dig inte for det." Pierrot said absently, as she stood up and dusted herself off, and turned to look at Hagrid. Seeing his confused face, she translated for him, "I said, don't worry about it."

Before Pierrot could say anything else, the trio's voice rang out across the platform, calling for her to share a boat with them.

Pierrot gave a low whistle upon seeing the castle, drawing the trio's amused eyes, especially Hermione, as the girl even cracked a grin.

"Holy shit, this is one hell of a castle."

Hermione's smile turned into a frown "Language, Pierrot."

Pierrot ignored Hermione, already turning her attention off the castle and onto the other students. She thought she could see a few students that she knew from the story. She may not have remembered much of the Harry Potter stories, but she knew that her being there would change something, and she was one-hundred-percent sure that she would change the something of Harry Potter's story.

She remembered that the first book she had ever been able to buy, was the first Harry Potter book. It was the first and only book she bought with her own money at a garage sale. Unfortunately, she was never able to finish it, her mother and father had beat her for wasting her time on 'such a stupid fucking pastime like reading…'

Her so called parents had tried to rip the book from her hands. Even though the book had been drenched in her blood, she still tried to keep it from them. She tried to protect it, but by the next day, the book that she wished to read, had been turned to dust. Nothing but dust.

"Pierrot?"

She blinked her eyes, willing away the traitorous tears that had built up in the corner of her eyes. The trio was looking worriedly at her; although their new friend was unpredictable, seeing the faraway look in her eyes had worried them.

"Are you alright?" Harry looked over at his new friend with concern. There were only two things he knew for sure about the unstable girl - she hated prejudice and was prouder than anyone he'd met.

"I'm alright. By the way, Nev, is Trevor with you?" Pierrot looked over at Neville - looking for anything to change the subject.

"Y… yes, he's here." Neville stammered a little bit when Pierrot suddenly asked him about his toad, but he was glad when he saw the look of true concern on her face. At first when he saw her, Pierrot terrified him, especially with the bruises on her face, scars and criss-crossing stitch marks.

The new first years entered the Great Hall, all of them looking at the ceiling and the amazing wonders of the Great Hall - well - all but one.

The trio looked at their new friend, noticing instantly that she wasn't even paying attention to anything, just looking straight ahead. What they didn't know, was that her eyes had already scanned every inch of the Great Hall.

They still remembered what Pierrot had said when she had run her mouth at Malfoy just before Professor McGonagall came to collect them.

"You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort…" Malfoy had said with a faint smirk.

Before Harry had been able to reply, Pierrot replied for him "So, you're saying you're the right sort? Because all I see, is a haughty, spoilt little brat, who knows nothing of hardship. Oh, and before you start going on and saying 'my father will hear about this,' or whatever, how about you look in a mirror, and ask yourself if you're even old enough to make threats."

The stool with the Sorting Hat was right in front of them - the professors assembled behind it. Harry, Neville and Hermione looked at Professor McGonagall nervously, Pierrot looked on with no expression at all, in fact she looked almost bored, making the trio worry about what she was thinking.

"I heard that the sorting will be painful. Fred and George told me that we will have to fight a troll."

The trio looked at each other worriedly. But as usual, Pierrot gave a cold laugh, "You must be fucking kidding me? Are you expecting me to believe that first years have to fight a fucking damn troll? Do tell me how you think we will be sorted, or what with? How exactly will it be determined which house we will be sorted into?" The red-headed boy's ears turn red, but before he could reply, Pierrot held up her hand. "Oh wait, maybe the fucking troll will be sorting us. Please, tell me how a dumb troll will sort us." The red-headed boy was unable to respond. "Oh, great, he doesn't know. Next time, please use your brain and be realistic. Oh, and next time I hear you bullshit around my friends, I won't hesitate to do something that you won't like." The boy shut his mouth immediately and ducked his head. The trio though looked at her like she had sprouted three heads. Hermione though, felt multiple emotions flowing through her.

She had never felt this happiness - before she had come to Hogwarts, nobody had ever wished to be friends with her. Hearing Pierrot say that she was her friend was enough to make her happy. But she was nervous that Pierrot had threatened him, she didn't want her new friend expelled before they even got sorted. Luckily no-one seemed to have heard.

"Please come forward after I call your name."

Hermione snapped her eyes to Professor McGonagall and waited for her name to be called.

One by one, names got called, and as she suspected, the trio all went to Gryffindor. The trio saw how she had been looking around after their names had been called. She still had her bored look on her face, even as she pulled a stitch from her hand, which made them all wince.

"Pierrot."

The trio's ears perked up, and even the red-head, Ron Weasley, lifted his head in surprise. The other students looked around upon hearing the unusual title, wondering why there was only one name. Slowly, a girl wearing a male uniform walked up to the Sorting Hat.

A gasp was heard throughout the room at the bruises that littered her skin. The student body couldn't believe the amount of scars or stitches that covered her body. Whispers started to fill the Hall as people saw more and more of her.

The trio looked around at the other students in the Hall, listening to the nasty rumors that were being started. The trio started to bristle, and began explaining the truth to people who could hear them. Those who heard, became silent upon hearing the truth. Ron couldn't understand how anyone could lay a finger on a child.

The trio and the red-head looked over at Pierrot. She sat on the stool, looking bored and inspecting her nails, as she waited for the hat to sort her.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"What was taking you so long?" Hermione asked her friend.

"The Sorting Hat felt a little bit chatty, didn't you guys feel it as well?" Pierrot said, stretching her hands up and looking down the table. She could see a few more red-heads, that she knew were brothers to Ronald Weasley.

"Erm, Pierrot, right?" Ron looked over at her and started to squirm like a worm caught in the hot sun and no cover - as she met his gaze.

"Why are you squirming like worm caught in the sun?" she asked aloud - the other red-heads heard what she had said and burst out laughing, while Harry and Neville snickered. Hermione gave Pierrot an owlish look and dropped her jaw.

"Wh… what?" Ron asked.

"Stop squirming, I'm not going to bite you. And well, you're not a an ice-cream, so I will not lick you. Although, I have never tasted ice-cream so I suppose I wouldn't know the different if I did."

"Wait, you've never tasted ice-cream?" the red-headed twins looked at her, horrified.

"Nope." Pierrot answered, popping the P.

"You have really never tasted ice-cream?" Harry looked at Pierrot with sadness in his eyes. Harry knew what Pierrot's life was like, but he just didn't know how much worse her life was then his.

"Nope, nej, nee, nay." Nope, nope, nope. Pierrot didn't even need to look over at Harry to know that he must look a little bit sad upon hearing she had never tasted ice-cream.

Of course she had never had ice-cream, the money that she had worked hard for had gone towards food for her so-called 'parents'. She had entered underground fights to earn more money. She may have been the tiniest person in there, but it helped her be able to sneak in and and finish off her opponents and the fight as quickly as possible.

She was not a damsel in distress. She had been able to survive on her own for this long, she didn't need a hero. She was the hero.

Hermione, who was sitting next to Pierrot was also surprised that her friend hadn't had ice-cream. "You have truly never tasted ice-cream before?" Pierrot looked at Hermione through the corner of her eyes, and only raised her brow in answer.

Meanwhile, at the head table, the black clad professor looked over at Pierrot and Harry with and intense stare. "Pierrot," The professor murmured the name softly, and, as if he had yelled it, she looked over at the professor's table, with only her eyes moving to take them all in.

Her eyes stopped at the black clad professor and gave him her Cheshire cat smile, which was enough to make any who saw it pale and frighten. And the professors who saw it were no different.

That smile of hers was so scary that even the professor clad in black was squirming in his seat upon seeing it. 'That's my name, don't wear it out.' Pierrot mouthed to him, making Severus' eyes widen when he read the words from her lips.

He felt something clamp his heart when he understood Pierrot's message. He looked back over at her, but she was no longer looking at him. Slowly, he felt like something had been lifted from his shoulders.

"You haven't changed at all Pierrot. Still terrifying, dangerous, sharp tongued, prideful, and yet still kind and loyal. And you remain unpredictable as ever." Severus murmured, memories flashing before his eyes.

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