I got reviews fast for my first chapter. I was so happy. :D. Yeah I know it was short but it was just the prolgue so just be happy that I wrote 4 whole pages in word this time.

I don't want to go to Hogwarts.

Platform nine and three quarters is filled with students practically jumping around; they can't wait for the train to leave. I am the misfit. The one everyone avoids. I know they don't realize it; they're just avoiding the girl that no one knows. Still it feels like a knife is being twisted in my heart. The only person I know here is Draco, my parents' friends' son.

I nervously move to brush my hair out of my face before I catch myself. I need the veil of hair to cover up my "accident". My good eye slides around the platform, looking for a familiar face.

"There you are Rose." I spin around to see Draco standing behind me. No matter how much I dislike him it is nice to see a face that I can put a name to. "Is that all you're bringing? I'll show you to our compartment."

I turn to give my cousin Zane one last hug before boarding the train. Living in American with his muggle born wife makes him the black sheep of the family. I get passes off to him every summer because he's the only one who isn't too busy for a 16-year-old girl. "Thanks for everything," I whisper in his ear. Then I hurry after Draco.

Draco's compartment is filled with other Slytherins. They make jokes about the other houses and talk about Voldemort. Yeah I said his name. My father, Simon Blackthorn, has always told me I cannot fear him, that if I do then I cannot fulfill my "destiny" whatever that means. Besides my both my parents are Death Eaters, the name just kind of rolls off me now.

Eventually just as I'm settling down, I forget about my scar and brush my hair out of my eye. The boy across from me immediately stops hitting on me. He stares at my left eye with wide eyes. I hurry to brush my hair back into place but everyone has seen.

"God what happened to you?"

Flashback: early that summer

"You did not just say that to me!" the boy screamed in my face.

"Uh I think I just did," of course, I had to say the cocky smart-ass thing rather than the smart, normal-kid-faced-with-a-gang response.

I was fed up with the Sharks, the college gang at William and Mary. They had been antagonizing me all summer for being "weird" and "creepy". I could've just gone home and stayed with Zane instead of insisting that I go to a muggle summer school at the college. But I wanted, for just a little while, to be normal. Normal as in no magic, no "destinies", and no reminders that my dad is evil incarnate.

I had bought all new clothes from American stores rather than wear my French clothes (my parents were living in France at the time), gotten a new haircut, and left my wand at home. I was tired of being the girl who everyone avoided in the halls because they heard rumors about me hexing people (I never did).

"I'll give you one chance to take it back," his henchmen cracked their knuckles menacingly behind him.

I proceeded to curse him out in a mixture of French, Armenian, English, and Spanish. He only caught the English but that was enough of a response for him.

He wiped out a switchblade and shoved me against the wall. "You're gonna pay for your mouth little girl."

I struggled to get away as the tip of the blade inched toward my eye. For the first time in my life, I was genuinely scared. And I'm telling you, I do not like the feeling.

It took 25 stitches to close up the cut. Zane and his wife, Helen, weren't good enough at healing to fix my eye and they didn't know anyone who was. I'll never see out of that eye again. Although it does cover up my other scar, a crescent moon on my forehead.

Every always used to ask me about that one. It's a scar from when my dad hexed me, jerk. I told him I didn't want to be an evil bitch.

Instead of telling the Slytherins all of that I mumbled something about a "stupid accident and jumped out of the compartment and hurried down the aisle. I wasn't looking where I was going and crashed headlong into someone. I had been running fast enough that the impact brought tears to my right eye. I noticed someone standing over me after a moment but he was blurry. So I pushed myself up and wiped the tears out of my eye.

Now that I could see clearly, I saw he had bright red hair and was really tall, he towered over me. My eye slid to the prefect badge on his robe. Of all the people I could have run into, I chose the one who could give me detention.

"Um, hi. I'm Rose," yeah I know, not the smartest thing I could have said.

"Ron Weasley," he held out his hand to pull me up. I hoped that that meant I wasn't in trouble. His eyes slid to my scar. "Nice scar, how did you get it?"

"Just a stupid accident," I said brushing my hair into my face.

"Don't do that it's cool."

I felt myself blush. I liked this boy, before you get ahead of yourselves I don't mean that way. I'm not the kind of girl who falls head over heels for the first guy who gives her a compliment. But I did like him in a way I'd liked no one before. As a friend. Yeah I've never had a friend before. One of the many hazards of being a Death Eaters daughter.

"Do you have a compartment? I was going to find my friends. You can come with me if you want."

"That would be wonderful."

So we walked down the aisle while Ron peeked into the compartments looking for his friends. We didn't talk but it was an easy silence, unlike most at my old schools when I could feel hatred pouring out of my classmates.

He finally stopped at a compartment with three other people in it; a blonde with dreamy eyes reading the Quibbler, a slightly chubby boy holding a struggling toad, and a smart looking girl with extremely frizzy hair petting a cat.

"Hey guys this is Rose," Ron's words jerked me out of my survey of the compartment. "Rose this is Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, and Hermione Granger."

"I've never seen you before. What year are you?" Hermione asked.

"Sixth."

She frowned, wrinkling her forehead as she tried to remember me, the invisible girl. "What house are you?"

"Don't know. I haven't been sorted yet."

Her frown deepened. I laughed, "this is my first year. I'm transferring from Beauxbatons."

"You went there?"

"Yes. Depuis deux ans," I looked at their confused expressions and smiled. "For two years. I'm going to be sorted tonight with the first years."

We continued talking about where I'd lived (Armenia, Spain, Ireland, and England) as the train hurdled towards the school I no longer feared.

When we got off the train I noticed carriages pulled by skeleton like horses. I felt a cold finger slide down my spine. Luna saw me staring, "they're threstals. Only people who have seen someone die can see them."

I've seen many people die, in my father's words it's part of my "education".

"Rose, you ran off so fast earlier." I recognized that voice. It made me shiver almost as much as the threstals. Draco had come looking for me.

"Hey leave her alone," yes! Ron has come to my rescue.

"Get away from me blood traitor. Besides I've know Rose far longer than you, she's a friend of the family." Ron's jaw dropped. Great, now he knows my parents are Death Eaters. I looked away from him. I couldn't stand to see that look on his face. "Come on Rose, our carriage has room for one more."

I resignedly followed Draco.

The ride to the castle was uneventful. When we finally got there I practically jumped out of the carriage and half ran to the castle. I was wondering what I was supposed to do when Snape walked up. I've known Snape since I little and have disliked the oily man for as long as I can remember. "Aww Rose Blackthorn. You will be entering with the first years, please follow me."

A group of nervous and wet first years was standing in the Great Hall. Snape began talking to a severe looking woman that made me almost as nervous as the first years looked. After a moment Snape left, causing me to relax the slightest bit. "Rose Blackthorn?"

"Yes, that's me," the woman's stare felt like she was boring holes through me.

"I am professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor. You will be last to be sorted. Please proceed to the back of the line."

She started arranging the first years into a line. I walked to the back. So far my first day had not been good. Now I was going to get stared at while the others were sorted.

I sighed and took my place behind the vertically challenged group. McGonagall picked up a three-legged stool and an ancient looking wizard hat. With a call of "follow me" she strode over to the large doors and opened them for us.

The hall grew silent as I entered. I tried to ignore the whispers as the sorting hat sang then as Professor McGonagall called the first years up to be sorted. Finally it was my turn. As I walked up to the stool Dumbledore stood up. He was going to make a speech.

"Before our last new addition is sorted I would like to quench your curiosity. This is miss Rose Blackthorn. She is joining us from Beauxbatons academy. Please make her feel welcome."

He motioned for me to take my seat on the stool. The hat was placed on my head. Hmm you are a hard one. I almost jumped at the sound of the hat talking in my head. You are smart so perhaps Ravenclaw, but you are a pureblood so maybe Slytherin, yet you also show courage, I think Gryffindor would also be a good fit. He kept talking for what seemed like forever. Suddenly I thought to him I don't think I could stand Slytherin.

Really, the hat said. I think that could be arranged.

"Gryffindor!"

The hat was snatched off my head and I hurried over to the Gryffindor table. A thunderous applause nearly distracted me enough not to notice Draco's glare. I could feel it even though I sat down with my back to him and began talking to the boy I sat next to. I paused for a moment to think of my father's response. I was sure I would get a letter tomorrow filled with accusations. I grinned, maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought.

Okay so next chapter will be in third person with Simon. All questions will be revealed...eventualy.

Now I have to do my homework so bye!

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