A/N : Hi all! This is my first story and I hope it's not very bad. I know there may be some mistakes and I'll be happy if you inform me about them. And I also know that my characters name is taken from "Blade Trinity" but I just so love that name, I just hope my story doesn't suck that much.

Chapter 1 :

It was 8:00 am and Hannibal was on Platform 9-3/4, Kings Cross Station, London. There were a lot of people on the train station. Children were running everywhere hugging their friends asking how their summer has been. Parents making sure that their children had taken everything they would need for the new year at school and biding them farewells. Hannibal was just looking around feeling nervous that she (yes SHE) couldn't find the person she was looking for. The same person who was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago. Hannibal was tapping her foot and looking at her clock for every 10 seconds.

- Wow, you look so overexcited. – she heard a voice behind her.

Hannibal turned around to see a girl with bushy brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing light blue jeans and green blouse. She had a wide smirk on her face that made Hannibal wanting to punch her. But instead she dropped her luggage and gave the girl a bone crushing hug.

- Oh, Hermione I've missed you so much! – she said hugging her even more.

- Can't … breathe … - Hermione managed to say trying to stay conscious.

- And where the hell have you been ? – Hannibal let her go and punched her playfully on the shoulder. – And where's your luggage?

- It's on the train of course. Come on let's get yours in. – Hermione said helping her friend with her stuff.

- Thanks 'Mione. You're the best.

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- So how have you been 'Mione? I haven't seen you in ages. – Hannibal asked following Hermione in the train.

- You haven't seen me only for two months, Hannibal. – She answered entering an empty cabin and putting her friends' luggage next to hers.

Hannibal entered right after her closing the door.

- Yeah, well, you don't know how time passes when you have parents like mine. – Hannibal said almost whispering. She was now looking at her feet feeling ashamed.

Hermione looked at her friend with a sad expression. She felt her eyes watering.

- God, Hannibal, I'm so sorry! – she said embracing her friend with a hug.

- I know, Hermione, I know. I don't want you to worry okay? Now I'll be as far away from them and as close to you as I can. – Hannibal assured her.

Hermione let go of her friend and smiled weakly. Hannibal returned the smile and they took their seats across from one another.

Just then the door opened and two boys made their way in the cabin. The one was red haired and Hannibal figured it must be Ron. Hermione had told her about him. Hannibal didn't need much time to figure the other boy. It didn't even needed figuring. She could recognize that raven hair and those emerald eyes everywhere.

- Hermione, where have you been, we've … - Ron trailed off as he became aware of the unfamiliar face in front of him.

Awkward silence.

"Uhg, must I do everything by myself" Hermione thought standing up.

- Ron, this is Hannibal. Hannibal, Ron. – Hermione said and sat again.

Now Hannibal was waiting for the inevitable questions like " Hannibal - isn't this a boy name? " or "What kind of name is Hannibal?"

And, of course, the same questions were in Ron's mind. He felt the cold stare of Hermione on him and immediately extended his hand.

Hannibal extended hers and they shook.

- It's nice to meet you. Hermione told me lots about you.

- Nothing bad I hope. – Ron said smiling and taking the seat next to Hermione.

The raven haired boy watched quietly as the conversation was held. Seeing as he was just standing there Hannibal decided to make the first move.

- Hi! I'm Hannibal King. – she said offering her hand.

The boy took a step forward and took it.

- Harry Potter. – he introduced himself offering her his best smile. In exchange Hannibal offered hers as he sat down next to her.

Harry was little taken back as how she reacted when he introduced himself. He expected reactions like "Oh my God, It's Harry Potter – The Boy Who Lived" but they never came and he was glad for it. He knew that girl was different, in a good way of course.

- So it's your first year at Hogwarts? – Ron said more like a question than a statement.

- Actually yes. I'm a transferred student from "Dior" and I'll be in my fifth year. – Hannibal answered.

- She's in our year. And she's a very dear friend of mine. – Hermione said offering a warm smile to Hannibal.

- O-ow I thought I was your dear friend. – Ron said jokingly, making a very hurt face.

Hannibal laughed at how funny he was looking at the moment.

- Yes, Ronald, but I can't talk to you about girly stuff now, can I ?

- Yeah, like menstrual cycle. – Hannibal cut in.

Ron and Harry exchanged glances and on their faces appeared an expression of pure disgust. Hannibal and Hermione locked gazes with smirks on their faces. They were looking at each other like they were doing some kind of a mind conversation. Ron was watching them carefully.

- Okay, you girls are starting to creep me out. – said Ron with a hint of fear in his voice.

They all laughed at this.

- So I guess you're excited. – Ron said after he somehow managed to stop laughing.

- You bet. I can't wait to see in witch house I would be sorted. – lied Hannibal.

In fact this was going to be the worst part. She had a pretty good idea where she could be sorted – in that shit hole Slytherin. She knew what would become of her after she graduates – she'll be just like her god damn parents – a deatheater. She hated them, those poor excuses for parents and all their deatheater friends. She will never join them, she prefers to die than to look like any of them. She'd been cursed she'd been hit she'd been thrown in to walls she'd been kicked but never did she cracked emotionally and surrendered.

But her hate for them could not compare with the hate she has for Lord Voldemort. That son of a bitch took the one thing that was the most dear in her life. And he will burn in hell for that. She'll make sure of that herself.

Hermione noticed her friend was deep in thought and was staring through the window. Harry and Ron noticed that too and exchanged glances. They knew she hides something.

- Sooo, what kind of name is Hannibal ? – asked Ron trying to start a conversation.

"Here it goes" thought Hannibal.

- Ronald! – Hermione said sharply.

- No, it's okay, Hermione. I would have asked the same question if I have met somebody with such a strange name, especially a girl. – she said turning to Ron.

- Well my parents have always wanted a son. So when I was born they where pretty much disappointed and decided to give me a boys' name. – Hannibal explained simply.

Harry was looking at her very carefully while she was talking and knew that there is more to that but decided not to press the matter.

- What kind of parents give their daughter a boys' name just because they wanted a boy? It's not like you're going to turn into one ? - Ron asked once again.

- Mine. – she said simply looking through the window.

There was a hint of shame and disappointment in her voice. All of them were aware of that.

The next few hours were spend in silence for Hannibal who was just staring through the window. The trio next to her chatted about the teachers and the lessons that are going to be held this year but her mind was far away from their conversation. She was sinking herself into memories again, very painful ones. Just before she knew it she was off to Dreamland.

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A/N : Okay, guys, I just can't wait to see what you think of it, so read and revew please... I'll give you a chocolate cookie :)