Train: Part 1

    "No, you must wear the red one." My sister muttered to herself as I showed her what I was going to wear for the first day of Hogwarts. I was wearing a green dress with silvery tights. My brown hair I had managed to twist and torture into a fine ponytail. I had tied it up with a green band, then put on a Slytherin hair pin. I moaned to my sister, Alice, "But red is the color of Gryffindor." My sister grinned. "Exactly. I have absoulutely no idea why you would ever want to be in Slytherin. Gryffindor is the place to go." I swung my black satchel over my shoulder. "You have everything you need?" Alice asked. "I think. I stuffed it with every galleon I have, along with my sickles and knuts." I replied. She nodded to me. "I'm going down to Ollivander's to get a wand, and then it's to the Owl Emporium." She said. "I'll come with you!" I immediately responded.

    "Fine, absoulutely beautiful. Try this one, love." Ollivander said to me. His wrinkled, bony hands stretched out slowly. ""MROLLIVANDERHOWOLDAREYOU?" I asked. Maybe I shouldn't have asked how old he was. "Dear, many ask me this. I-- *Cough* --am 97. Now dear, try this one." In his hand, there sat a black wand. The tip where magic comes out was fine, smooth black down to the place where you hold it, which was coated in silver. A shiny emerald was on the bottom of the shining silver. It turned warm in my hand and let out a golden aura. "It is decided. 20 galleons and a knut, love!" I was taken aback. "That's a lot!" I said. Ollivander looked impatient. "And that, is a European black-pine, thestral cored wand coated with silver and topped with a fine, beautifully cut emerald!" I mumbled and fished around for 20 galleons and a knut. I placed the money on the table and left the shop.
Next we went to the Owl Emporium. It was filled with owls of all kinds. I forbid myself from Snowy owls, one belonging to Harry Potter at a time, and I went wandering. Then something caught my eye. It looked exactly like a Snowy Owl in shape, wings, and beak... but not in color. It had beautiful blue eyes, and its feathers were black, with the exception of a white ring around its face. It had the sharpest talons I had ever seen, and they were silvery-gray. I stared at it for around thirty minutes when the clerk noticed me. "Madam, you gots y' eye on that 'un, aye?," He said. "Weel, it shu' cos' a lot. Y' know wha' that is? It's an obsidian owl, rare, 'ee are, bu' shore beauties. Hate Snowy Owls, don't eve' let 'm see 'un." I immediately pulled out two fistfuls of galleons. "I'll take it." He unlocked the cage and took the owl out. "Mayum, y' migh' nee' these." He passed me two leather gloves. I put them on and the owl clambered onto it. I gave one fistful of galleons. He gave me one back and I went out. My sister had a Snowy Owl and I quickly turned into the other direction. I heard my sister giggling to the owl. "Hiya.... mm....... Lace. I dub thee Lace, Lace." I gawked. "You're naming that owl.... LACE? I'm naming my owl...... Darke. Hello, Darke." I said quietly, stroking the soft feathers.
"That's a fine owl you got there." I heard. It wasn't Alice. I looked up. A boy about... one and half feet taller than me stood a yard away. He had black hair, blue eyes, and tan, flawless skin. He seemed to be inspecting his owl. It had sleek golden feathers and blue eyes. Its talons were blood red and sharper than swords.
"Er......................................................... thanks. Yours is a bit creepy, but quite fine."
He stuck out his hand. "Kato. Kato Dean. Um, what house?" He said, still shaking my hand.
"Haven't got there yet."
"Oh. I'm a Gryffindor."
I immediately stopped shaking his hand and let go.
"What?... Oh. Erm.... I'm a pureblood, no lie. See you on the train......" then to himself, "Hopefully not."
I nodded sharply, signaling him to get his butt out of here.

    I was at platform 9 3/4. Breathing sharply, I pet my owl. It looked at me and hooted. "Hello. First year?" I looked up. A girl with long black hair, green eyes, and super-pale skin was looking at me. She was wearing a black cloak and a green-and-silver tie. The girl's entire body, minus head and neck, was covered with the black cloak. I squeaked. "Yes." I said quietly. The girl laughed. "If you want to be a Slytherin, you got to talk louder. What's your name?" I was pretty much petrified, but said loudly, "Jordan. Jordan Lupusdeon. Yours?"
"Jesse Law," She threw gum in her mouth and started chewing. "Bloodline?" She said through the crackle of gum. "Um........ well, I never knew, actually. My mother died before I was born. And father never told my sister and I." I replied nervously. Jesse raised her eyebrows. "Hmm. Well, if you go to Slytherin, you're a pureblood. If you go to Ravenclaw, you're a half-blood. If you go to Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, you're a mudblood!" She started laughing. "That's not really true, is it? I met Kato Dean. He's a pureblood. And a Gryffindor." I said to her. I shouldn't have said anything. Her eyes filled with fury. "KATO DEAN? THAT FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW A SPELL IF IT WAS DANCING IN FRONT OF HIM!" I put up my hands. "The train's going! Oh no!" I ran to the doors as the train was starting up and swung them open. After I ran inside, I shut the door, then realized that Jesse was still outside. I opened it and she was running to the door. She grabbed my hand as I stuck it out and I swung her inside. "Thanks. Whew, I wasn't paying attention." Jesse said quietly. "Come." She took my hand and walked me to the very back of the train. It was filled with kids in green, silver, and black. They all passed nervous glances. "First year?" One kid said. "How'll we know she's in Slytherin?" He was fully silver and green, not a trace of black. His robes shimmered like a liquid silver river, and his tie flashed silver and green. Jet black hair was combed forward on his head, and his pale blue eyes examined me coldly. A dark sneer was starting to form. "Oh, I already know she's a Slytherin. Is it not obvious? She has a trace of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, though. We'll rid her of any Gryffindor, we'll wipe it out." The boy speaking, though not oldest, seemed to be the most superior of all of them. He had white-blonde hair, slicked back with shining dragon grease. Light, but at the same time dark and evil, colored eyes like storm clouds were addressing me with interest. His skin was so pale, he looked like the boy version of Snow White's evil twin. A sneer was made permanent on his face, and he had an all-black suit, an emerald-green undershirt, black pants, black shoes, and a green-and-silver tie. A green Slytherin cape with a silver inside was draped over one shoulder. Yeah, this guy was master of the house. Suddenly, and I felt I would regret it, I blurted, "You're Scorpius Malfoy, right? Aren't your parents supporters of Voldemort? Do you have the Dark Mark? Are you a Death Eater?" His eyes looked enraged, but he said with a forced smile. "That's a subject I wish not to speak of. Yes, I'm Scorpius Malfoy," Then to the Slytherins, said, "She's definitely a Slytherin." Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand and trailed me to the Gryffindor cabins. She opened an empty compartment and locked the sliding door. "Don't speak to Scorpius about Voldemort, The Dark Mark, and Death Eaters." I was confused. "Why?" The girl gave me a stern look. "I've known Scorpius for the four years he's been at Hogwarts. He's my only true friend at Hogwarts. With all the experience I've had with Scorpius, do not say the words Death Eater," She bent down to whisper. "Scorpius is a Death Eater. He has the Dark Mark, and he believes in Voldemort." I looked at the girl peculiarly. "Are you sure you're a Slytherin? Who are you?"
"I'm the daughter of Alex and Cho Chang, Snow Chang. And I'm not too sure I'm a Slytherin either."