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~Chapter One~

The luscious green hills of the English countryside roll past the window. I watch them intently, but I do not really see. My thoughts are elsewhere in a different place and a different time. They are stuck in my memories. I am already dressed in the Hogwarts robes, my wand placed neatly on my lap. Not a hair out of place as if someone had spent hours meticulously grooming me. Not hours, but years.

A knock on the window of the door grabs my attention. A small dark-skinned boy with curly black hair pops his head in. 'Sorry if I'm disturbing you. I just saw that you were all alone and I don't know anyone here yet. I don't know... maybe we could be friends or something.' I raise a manicured eyebrow at him. He turns to leave but I nod my head to the seat in front of me. A wide smile takes over his face. 'Ah swell thanks.' he bustles in and flops down on the seat. I take a moment to examine my new travelling companion. He's wearing a a button down shirt untucked from his denim trousers, with a red spot on the collar. Hopefully that is not blood I think to myself.

'So what are you?' I furrow my eyebrows at the question, 'You know, were you born into this whole wizard thing?' I nod my head slightly. 'You're lucky then. My dad left my mum when I was a kid. I've got no proof he was a wizard, though I think he was. Probably gave my mum a proper scare when she found out. I think that's why they split.' he looks down sadly. Obviously a sore spot. 'I love my family though. Got more siblings than I can count. They're probably glad to be rid of me.' he laughs, but I can tell it's forced.

For the remainder of the journey the boy, who I discover is called Dean, tells me all about himself and life as a muggle. I find it hard to deny that I enjoyed herself, even occasionally a smile brushed my lips. I did not speak a single word during the train ride, Dean spoke enough for the two of us. Maybe even twenty of us. At some point he left to change into his robes and I found myself missing his mindless chatter.

The train finally squealed to a halt and students rushed past the doors of the compartment. I sighed, this was it. Grabbing my wand and placing it in my pocket I followed the flow of the crowd. All the while Dean holding onto my robe so we did not lose each other. It felt good to have someone that I could consider a friend. Someone always on my side, well until he finds out who I really am. To prevent suspicion I had changed my surname to Wilde, as my favourite poet and playwright was Oscar Wilde.

The first years were separated from the rest of the school and they stood crowded together on the platform. I am at the back but I can still clearly see the giant figure of Hagrid. He looks down at something and began talking, I wonder who to. But then they are off. They follow Hagrid down a dirt path until they reach a set of small boats. 'Where are the oars?' Dean asked and couple of people snigger. I send them a death look and they stop. I pair up with Dean to go in a small boat near the back. The large navy of boats glide across the dark lake, shadowed by the school. All the lights are lit up for the start of term. Around me students chatter excitedly, pointing at random things they pass. But it was not excitement that I felt, it was fear and apprehension.

While we were standing on the stairs, not really sure what we were waiting for, I heard a familiar voice. 'It's true then, what they are saying on the train, Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.' a series of gasps rippled through the group. I was not shocked at that though, I was shocked at the person who said it. I push my way through the crowd to the front. Until I am face to face with him.

'Draco.' I breath, it is not really a question who he was.

'Rennie?' his voice fills with disbelief. He wraps his arms around me and squeezes me, after a moment I return the hug. 'I never thought I would see you again.' he releases my but keeps me at arms length, examining me. 'My own soror.' Draco was obviously not sure if everyone should know about his sister so he uses the Latin term. He brushes a piece of white hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. It was useless to even try to hide our familiarity. Maybe we could pass of a distant cousins instead of siblings.