Sorry that this has been so late in coming, I honestly do have the whole story. It's just getting it edited. And no I don't own any of them…with the exception of Amber Lanobi.
At five am my uncle banged on Harry's door.
"Come on Amber let's go we have to get to the station," he grumped. Then as an after note, "You too Harry." Harry and I looked at each other before I helped Harry stuff everything into his trunk. Luckily most of it was already there. I was carrying the owls while Harry had his trunk.
A little later my aunt, Harry, and I were waiting at the train station. My uncle had gone to get us carts.
"Marx didn't want me to give you this but I think it's important. Your mother and father would want you to know." My aunt said handing me a very big and thick package right before my uncle came back with the carts. Once we loaded the carts I bid my aunt and uncle farewell. Once they were gone Harry led the way to the platform 9 ¾. After we had slid into the platform and loaded our stuff. Harry started to look around.
"Harry, I'm going to sit down," I told him my hands still clutching the package I had received.
"Ok, get the last compartment," Harry said. I just nodded then headed for the train. I quickly found the last compartment and sat down unwrapped the package. Inside there were several pictures of my mother and father, some were muggle and some were wizardry. I was looking through the pictures when an envelope fell out. I bent down and picked it up. As I slowly opened it I noticed that it was old and slightly worn. Inside there were several pieces of paper. As I shuffled through the papers I found some to be letters.
One scrawled note said. "You marry that muggle you are no son of mine." It was stamped with a seal. As I glanced at more of the papers I found a marriage certificate and a disownment statement for my father. I had always wondered why I had never met my grandparents on my father's side. As I was thinking about that I came to the last letter, it was from my mother. "Amber, I hate to write this because if you are reading it then it means that we are dead. I hope this letter reaches you in good health , but there are things that you should know. I hope you are sitting for these might shock you. First when we married your father and I took my name before fleeing to America. We were fleeing from his family the Malfoy's. We've hidden you from them as well, mainly because your uncle Lucius Malfoy is a death eater. I suggest that you stay away from all Malfoys and seek out our friend at Hogwarts Serverus. We love you always."
"Serverus," I whispered just as voices came filtering into the compartment.
"Harry, you can't keep blaming yourself," a female voice stated.
"She's right, Harry, let the others worry about it," this time it was a male voice. I turned to my papers and quickly hid them. I picked up my transfiguring book and started to read it just as the door slid open.
"Oh sorry, didn't know someone else was here," the second voice said.
"Don't worry, Ron I asked her to save it for us," I heard Harry's voice. I looked up finally to see Harry flanked by the girl from the picture and a tall boy that had red hair and freckles.
"Ron, Hermione this is Amber," Harry said introducing us. Just like her picture Hermione was glaring at me. I just smiled at her as Ron sat next to me and the other two across from us. We chatted for a little bit before I went back to reading my book and soon I feel asleep. When we reached Hogwarts Ron woke me up. I got up and was excited and slightly confused.
On the platform I watched Hermione, Harry and Ron in all the excitement Harry seemed to have forgotten about me. Harry was suddenly grabbed and dragged off by a girl that had long straight black hair. Hermione was glaring at her more then she had been at me. I didn't have time to think about the situation before. "Amber Lanobi?" a deep voice call behind me. I turned and was face to face or more like stomach to the biggest guy I had ever seen. "My name's Hagrid. I'm to take you with the first years," he said.
"Thanks Hagrid," I said as I followed him and the other first years. I was in fifth year but I had never been to Hogwarts before. As we crossed the lake I was struck with amazement at the sight of Hogwarts as were most of the others around me. Hagrid lead us into the castle until he came up to a witch.
"Thank you Hagrid," she said as we stopped. She was wearing emerald robes and a witch hat which covered her graying hair that looked to be pulled up tightly into a bun.
"No problem, Professor McGonagall," Hargid said leaving us.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. Soon we will enter the great hall and you will be sorted into your houses," she said before she turned and lead us into the Great Hall. Inside there were four tables lined with kids. At the far end of the hall there was another table that was filled with teachers and Dumbledore. In front of the teachers table there sat a stool with a hat sitting on it. That had to be the legendary sorting hat. As soon as we were lined up in the front and silent the hat sprang to life and sang a song about the founders of Hogwarts. After it was done Professor McGonagall started calling our names. One by one they were all sorted into the different houses, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Huffelpuff, and Ravenclaw.
"Last, a transfer student from America, Miss Amber Lanobi," I walked up to the front and sat on the stool.
"Hum…interesting…. Yes very interesting…. You would do well any where I put you," the hat continued. "But I think you are best suited for GRYFFINDOR!" Grinning I slid off the stool and went to the table Harry, Ron and Hermione made room for me even though Hermione didn't look to thrilled about it.
"Humm… It's a shame that they put you in Gryffindor," I heard a slick slimy voice call behind me as we were heading to Gryffindor tower after the feast.
"Why don't you go bug someone else ferret boy," Ron said as we all turned to face the voice. There stood a boy who had slicked back blond hair with stone cold gray eyes. On either side of him there were two huge boys.
"I wasn't talking to you weasel. I was talking to your new friend here," he said then turned to me. "You know I wouldn't go make friends with these three. They are nothing but trouble and low down filth," he said glaring at Harry and Hermione.
"Well I don't know about that," I started. "I really don't like becoming friends with guys who use grease instead of shampoo to wash their hair." Harry, Ron and Hermione snickered, while the blond guy just glared at us.
"Shut up Mudblood, scar head," he spat at Hermione and Harry.
"Back off Malfoy or…" Harry started, but a teacher came up to us.
"Not causing any problems are we, Potter?" the man asked snottily. He was wearing all black and looked like he was trying hard not to think of anything pleasant. His hair was also black and looked as if he hadn't washed it in months. "You wouldn't want me to take points away so early now would you?" Hermione and Ron looked down, while the blond, who I assumed to be Malfoy just grinned. I looked at the professor as he looked at our little group, our eyes locked for a moment.
"Lanobi?" he questioned with a look of concern on his face but I really couldn't tell. "Get going!" He suddenly said startling us. We did as he told and we hurried off.
"Snape and Malfoy what a way to start off the year," Ron grumped.
"I can think of worse things," Hermione said. They chatted as I just followed the trio to the Gryffindor common room, leaving me to my thoughts.
"Malfoy, Malfoy…where have I heard that name before…" I was about to ask Harry when we stopped in front of a painting of a fat lady in pink.
"Password," the painting asked.
"Phoenix feather." Hermione said.
Inside was Professor McGonagall stood waiting.
"Miss Granger, Miss Brown has moved to a different room so Miss Lanobi will be taking her place. I'm sure you will help her," McGonagall said then abruptly left. Harry and Ron said good night to Hermione and headed to their rooms. Hermione responded before she looked at me then turned on her heel and started up the stairs to our rooms. I really didn't know what to expect but I followed Hermione.
"Um…Hermione," I said as we entered the room. She abruptly turned on her heels facing me.
"What?" she asked shortly.
"I'm sorry I just wanted to ask some questions," I said. She just gave me a look that said ask it. "First who was that blond boy?"
"Humph," she huffed and sat on her bed. I remained by the door. "That was Draco Malfoy," she nearly spat.
"Malfoy? Is his father's name Lucius by any chance?" I asked hoping that it wasn't, but she just confirmed my fear by nodding yes. My mind overflowed with questions but I couldn't get any out. I'm going to school with my cousin! And he is hitting on me? Oh heaven this is going to be a pain. I thought as I found my bed and fell on it. Well, maybe he will stop and I won't have to tell. Or I could just avoid him? He is in a different house. I thought as I fell asleep.