Hailey Potter arrived at Privet Drive after a long day of shopping to a less than satisfying dinner, and absolute silence.
It appeared that her family was no longer going to be speaking to her, and as much as she didn't like them, she found the silence unsettling.
"Did anything come for me in the mail?" She asked cordially.
The family looked up from their dinner, slowly, and in complete unison.
Aunt Petunia's reply was short and prompt.
"Yes. It's on your bed."
"Thank you." Hailey spoke softly as she got up from the table, and walked to her room.
Her room. The words were foreign to her. For as long as she could remember it had simply been her cupboard. Now her room.
Walking into her room, she sat on the bed, before eagerly tearing open the small package lying there.
Inside was a simple necklace, silver angel wings on top, trailing into an emerald green stone in the bottom. ( A/N: link in my bio.)
A notecard under the gift read, To my little angel. Happy Birthday.
No signature. Just those six words. It was enough. She knew. It was from him. His name put flutters in her stomach. She knew why. She just hoped she was wrong.
In spite of this Hailey murmured a few words of gratitude.
"Thank you Luke. It beautiful."
Ron Weasley knew, from the first moment he spotted the odd-looking girl in Kings Cross Station, that his years at Hogwarts were not going to be the slightest bit average.
She stood close by. Watching as his brothers went through. Trying to figure it out. She was getting frustrated, he could see that as well.
Another thing about the peculiar girl was her outfit, no she herself, was perfectly matched.
Black leggings, emerald green shirt, wavy black hair, emerald green eyes, emerald green necklace. The only thing that looked out-of-place was old key strung around her neck on a blue shoelace.
She spoke in a mature, elegant voice, each word carefully selected to match her situation.
" Excuse me, I am not entirely positive that you heard my question. How does one enter the platform of nine and three-quarters?"
His mother turned and smiled at her. "Of course dearie. Just walk straight through that barrier. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous."
Ginny gave her a wide smile. "Good luck!"
The girl became one of ice instantly. "Don't call me dearie. I'm no one's dearie. Luck has nothing to do with this. It is a magic." She spat out the word as though it were a food she wasn't sure she like. "And I am most definitely not nervous. But, thank you for the instructions."
By now, her voice had returned to the matched even tones that Ron had heard originally. Nothing but polite.
She turned towards the wall, and walked purposefully through it.
"Well, I never!" Said his mother.
Hailey found the Hogwarts express amusing. It was such a work art, a beautiful red steam train, yet it's only use was carting children off to Scotland.
She had wandered through the train for most of the ride, trying to find a person who didn't have a prejudice, positive or negative, about her.
So far, she had been unsuccessful. There had been one car, where the people seemed nice enough, but it became clear that several in the car were being highly reverent in regards to her, so she had left.
The next car on the train held several older children, probably fourth or fifth years.
Sighing, Hailey opened the door.
All chatter in the compartment ceased.
"Hello. My name is Hailey. I'm attempting to find non-biased companions. As of this far, I have failed in my task."
The cars occupants resembled a bunch of fish. With one exception.
She sat in the corner, smiling at Hailey, brunette locks tied in a high ponytail.
"Quite the vocabulary you've got there, Hailey. Congrats on stunning the rest of the birds though. Not much startles them. Name's Daileen Parker by the way, but you can call me Day."
Hailey smiled back at the girl.
"The birds?" She questioned in a soft, yet still authoritative voice.
"Thats just what us Ravenclaw's call ourselves."
"Ravenclaw's?"
"Come in Hailey. It looks like you need some help learning your Hogwarts history."
Hailey spent the rest of her train ride with the birds, while they taught her everything they could.
They were, as she suspected all fourth years. There were five in the friend group in total. Day, of course, followed by shy Mackenzie Dylan, loud and obnoxious Franklin Marsh, who's constant flirting with Day made everyone groan. Next were the couple, Katy Welland and Sam Asher, who bickered and fought, but always ended it in a heated make out session.
Day had thrown both her shoes at them, with the words "You shall not scar poor Hailey like you did me!"
Hailey like these people. She genuinely did. They could be smart, and funny, with the proper dosage of serious. They wouldn't be around forever, she knew that, but it would be nice to have them for her first few years.
She hoped she wouldn't be too lonely after that.
A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you to my 78 followers. Thank you to my 32 favoriters. Thank you to my reviewers. Thank you to you wonderful people who have put my story in your community. You, each and every one of you has inspired me to write. Without you. This story never would have taken off. It would be lying on the ground, still close to chapter one or two. So thank you. I love you.
Disclaimer: I own the OC's in this chapter, and no one else's, except the personality of Hailey. All rights go the Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling.
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