Not You Again... *Fred Weasley*

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Billie traced the rip in her tights. She had gotten stuck in the door of The Leaky Cauldron on her way to King's Cross, and the casualties were luckily limited to her favourite pair of fishnet tights. At least it made her look more grunge, though her wallet would not agree.
She was considering going blonde, like Courtney Love.
Sometimes she wondered whether her wish to be like Kurt Cobain, Courtney Love, and Drew Barrymore all came from a desperate need to be anyone but herself. Though she never let herself linger on that thought for long.
Many others would admire the landscapes of Scotland as they drove through. The highlands, mountains, moorlands, forests and coastline.
Billie did not. Scotland was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but it was also the only place she knew. Hogwarts and Inverness were both in Scotland, except for a trip to Wales when she was young and short trips to London for school supplies, it was the only place she had ever properly seen.
It was nothing special to her, just a boring place with boring people.

Billie lay down in her seat and held up the August issue of Rolling Stone. She only brought it to look at the pictures and then sleep through the rest of her journey, but her body had denied her the latter part.
The rain hit the window like pitter-patter, just the Scotland she knew.
She thought about taking her Walkman out and listening to music but ultimately decided against it, not wanting it to die before reaching Hogwarts. There was no way in Hell she would sit through the sorting ceremony without music; it could indeed be considered a sort of torture.
Billie shuddered from the thought, or, she thought it was because of the idea of the sorting ceremony. Until she looked out the windows.
The night had grown darker in little time, and the window was frozen.
Her brows furrowed as she cleared the window and pressed her head against it, squinting as to discover what was going on.
There was nothing. Nothing at all.
"Hallucinating now, are you?" She mumbled and sat back in her seat. Trying to push it all back, but growing increasingly worried.
Billie took a deep breath and buttoned her jacket, looking down as she did so.
The air grew cooler, and eventually, she shivered as she struggled to button the jacket, and gave up.
When she finally looked up again, she saw it.
It was a tall cloaked creature, ten feet tall, and its hands looked rotten.
Once it entered the compartment, it felt as if any joy left disappeared.

Billie's lip quivered as she looked up at her wide-eyed, shaking mother. "Billie, go get your nan..." Hazel said, her voice unsteady and weak. Billie shook her head and looked down at the man on the floor, lying in a pool of blood. "Billie, go get your nan now!"

Billie gasped as she woke up, her lungs empty and throat dry. The image of the lifeless man and her mother's face haunting her.
She coughed and slowly sat up, rubbing her forehead. It must have been damaged when she fell.
"Thank Merlin, you're okay." A boy breathed out. Billie looked at him, she recognised her. They were in the same year, though in different houses.
"Aye." She said, her voice weak. "What was that, anyway?"
The boy, Cedric, sat down next to her on the floor. "A dementor." He said. "One of the darkest creatures there is, they suck any good feeling and memory out of you."
Billie looked straight ahead, still feeling empty. "Can they show you false memories?"
"No, why?" Cedric looked at her, seemingly concerned.
"No reason." She lied, and it was far too easy. She smiled, "We've been in the same classes for five years now. Do you even know who I am?"
Cedric grimaced as he tried to think, to remember. "No, I'm sorry."
"I'm the girl with two boys' names." Billie hinted, and he nodded.
"Billie David, yeah." He grinned.
"Mam was fifteen and hopped up on laughing gas." She said. "Thought it'd be a good idea to name me after her two favourite musicians."
He laughed, a genuine heartfelt laugh. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Billie David."
She smiled at him. "Ditto."

Despite Billie's newest acquaintance, the carriage ride from Hogsmeade Station to Hogwarts was one she took alone.
It did not bother her, though. She was used to being alone. She had found peace within her loneliness.
The Great Hall never ceased to amaze her, even as she entered it once again, five years after her initial time seeing it.
The candles floating in the air, and the ceiling reflecting the weather outside. It was powerful magic that everyone took for granted.
As she sat down at the Ravenclaw table, she truly could not help but wonder why she had been sorted into the house of wisdom and wit. She had the wit, alright, but her grades were poor and she never studied. Only picking up books if it was to learn practical spells, and never in class. The words jumped around.
Her refusal to use her Walkman on the train had been for nothing. It was dead anyway. The sorting ceremony was tedious.
She groaned as the headmaster began his speech, only listening once she heard "dementors". Her interest was peaked, and she carefully listened as he spoke about Sirius Black and dementors.

"Jesus Christ." She mumbled as she threw herself onto her bed. "What has this school turned into?" Mr Sandman was not to bless her that night.