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Chapter 1

The cacophony of excited chatter and the clattering of luggage being hauled onto the train filled the platform. You stood there, a scowl plastered on your face, feeling utterly out of place.

Transferring to Hogwarts after your expulsion from Beauxbatons felt like a disgrace, a fall from grace that you were keenly aware of.

You adjusted your robes, the Beauxbatons insignia now replaced with that of Hogwarts. It felt like a betrayal to your true self.

With a deep sigh, you finally boarded the train, looking for an empty compartment where you could be alone and avoid the inevitable barrage of questions and stares.

As you walked down the narrow corridor, you caught glimpses of familiar faces from the magical community, now all gathered here for their first year at Hogwarts.

There was Harry Potter, the infamous boy-who-lived, with his untidy black hair and round glasses, already surrounded by a small group of curious students.

You rolled your eyes, the fanfare around him already grating on your nerves.

Finding an empty compartment at last, you slid the door closed with a satisfying click and sank into the seat by the window.

The countryside began to blur past as the train started moving, but you couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment and resentment.

Beauxbatons had been a place of elegance and refinement, a place where you belonged. Hogwarts felt like a crude imitation, and you resented being sent there.

You leaned against the cool window, willing yourself to stay calm as the familiar knot of anxiety tightened in your chest. The countryside blurred into a soothing green smear, but it did little to quell the mounting panic.

The door to your compartment slid open again, and you stiffened, hastily swiping at your tear-streaked cheeks. You turned, expecting to see a curious student, but instead found yourself face-to-face with a man who exuded an air of severe authority. His dark, brooding eyes and long black robes were unmistakable.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" His voice was smooth, almost velvety, yet it carried an edge that brooked no refusal. "There are no other available seats."

You nodded mutely, not trusting your voice to remain steady. He settled into the seat opposite you, his intense gaze sweeping over you with keen interest. For a moment, silence stretched between you, punctuated only by the rhythmic clatter of the train's wheels.

"You're the transfer student, aren't you?" he asked, his tone deceptively casual.

You averted your eyes, focusing instead on a loose thread on your skirt. His presence was overwhelming, amplifying the storm of emotions roiling inside you. When you didn't respond, his demeanor shifted, becoming more stern.

"Answer me," he demanded, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "This petulance will not stand once you get to Hogwarts."

You finally looked up, meeting his piercing gaze. "Yes," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm the transfer student."

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you feared you'd made a grave mistake in admitting the truth. But then, his expression softened, just a fraction. "What is your name?" he asked, his tone losing some of its harshness.

"Y/N Y/L/N," you replied, still feeling the residual sting of tears.

"Miss Y/L/N," he said, leaning back slightly. "I am Professor Severus Snape, the Potions Master at Hogwarts. I expect you to conduct yourself with the appropriate decorum while at the school. Am I understood?"