Chapter One: Meeting a Stranger and Getting Home
It was summer . . . and in my opinion the worst part of the year, as soon as I got out of the train I knew things with my father had not changed. They were no where to be seen, all around me family's greeted their daughters, and I stood alone with no one to greet me but strange stares, and pitied looks.
They must be with Draco; of course they would be with him, to my parents he was their only child. I ran a hand threw my white blond hair; it seemed I would have to walk home . . . again. I would be lucky if I made it to the manor before midnight.
I remember the day my parents drove me to the train station, they left as soon as I got my things out of the car, not even bothering to tell me where I was suppose to go. The never send a letter while I was in school, and the day they term ended they did not come for me, I thought they had forgotten, I sat in a bench and waited for them, but they never came.
There was no way I would walk all the way to the manor this year, I had no idea where the Hogwarts station would be, my family never bothered telling me this things, why would they. I was completely lost; it is not like I could ask a muggle where the Hogwarts station was at and I was dressed like a muggle.
I leaned my back into a brick wall, only to fall flat on my back, in the other side of the wall a boy slammed into me, making me yelp in pain as I hit the ground, he too hit the ground with a thud. I glared up at him and pushed him away from me as he tried to help me up from the ground making him fall again he glared at me.
'' What the hell is your problem '' he growled at me, he stood up and held out his hand, I rolled my eyes and stood up without talking his hand. The first thing I noticed was his bright red hair and light green eyes.
'' Sorry '' I mumbled '' I'm kind of lost '' I said again more clearly, he stared at me with a funny expression, I glared at him.
'' Hey, do I know you? '' he asked.
'' No, '' I said shortly '' Is this the Hogwarts station ''
'' That depends, who wants to know '' he grinned down at me and I glared at him. '' I'm Fred Weasley '' he once again held out his hand, this must be the family my father is always trying to humiliate.
'' Nice to meet you '' I said not shaking his hand, he looked down at me. '' What '' I glared at him.
'' Well I don't know if you know this sweetheart '' he said cupping my chin '' but people tend to give names back when being introduced '' I slapped his hand away from my chin and glared at him. Oh I had two good names for him; I rolled my eyes at him.
'' Venus Night '' I said, I mentally slapped my self, who the hell would be named Venus, why didn't I say something like Anna, but the look on his face said he clearly believed me.
A pack of other redheads came toward us; I would be stupid if I didn't think it was his family they fitted my fathers description, redhead, too many children, and poor . . . but kind. From afar I caught a glimpse of white hair, my father turned and froze at the sight of me, and then he turned and glared at the redheads who didn't see him.
I ran in the opposite direction as fast as I could, I didn't bother explaining my self to the redheads, my fate would have been better if I walked home. Or so I hoped, as I was slammed into a wall and I looked up to meet his angry cold gray eyes.