Voldemort's Daughter {Harry Potter Fanfic}

Chapter 7

A/N I know that I haven't been updating in a long time and I am very sorry so to make up for it, I will update every week and maybe more often then that!

     Platform 9 3/4 was really quite an amazing sight! There were adults and children galore. It was really loud on the platform but I didn't mind one bit. I looked at Clara and grinned. Finally, I get to be away from my terrible school, Juliana and the orphanage I grew up in.

"I'm starting to get a hold of this whole wizarding world concept" I smile.

"Good, now you need to get on the train. Here take your stuff and get on." Clara smiles back at me. I gather all my stuff and go on the train. Clara waves to me and I wave back. The train then starts to move and I realize that I have to find a spot soon or else I will be stuck in this hallway for the whole trip.

I walked slowly through the train hallway, looking through every cart and apologizing when I saw people mad at me for interrupting them.

I walk up to the next cart and knock on the door. The door opens and I'm met with a blonde haired boy who looked around my age.

"What do you want?" He asks rudely. I notice two other boys sitting with him and not to be rude but they looked a bit on the *cough* fat side. *cough*

"Um, sorry if I interrupted you but I was wondering if I could sit with you." I smile hoping for a seat.

"Are you pureblood?" He questions. Oh he's asking me if both my parents were wizards. I remember Clara saying that I was half-blood.

"No, I'm a half-blood." I reply.I could tell by his nasty expression that he either doesn't like half-bloods or he just doesn't like me in general.

"Then go away. I don't like half-bloods." He commands. Wow, rude.

"Ok, I'll go. Sorry for bothering you." I apologize. He just sneers at me and slams the door in my face.

I keep on looking through the carts and asking if I could sit with them but every cart was either full or no one wanted to sit with me until finally...

"Hey, this is the last cart and I don't care if you don't want me to be here but I can stay out of your way or in the luggage spot so thanks." I then barge in and sit down in the one of the empty seats I saw. There were two other people in here. A boy with black hair, glasses and a funny scar and a ginger-haired boy with a wand out. Maybe they can be my friends.

"Ohh, your doing magic, lets see!" I question curiously.

"Who are you?" Ginger asks me.

"Who are you?" I mock back.

"I'm Ron, Ron Weasley and that's THE Harry Potter." He exclaimed. He made it sound like Harry Potter was the biggest idol in the world.

"Ok, well I'm Analiese Wells but you can call me Ana," I inform them. "Wanna be friends?"

"Don't you want to know us first?" Harry asks.

"Meh. Is that a yes or no?" I reply. They both look at each other and shrug.

"Sure." Ron says. Yes. For the first time in my life I have friends. Yay for me.

"Cool, now about the magic that you were about to perform?" I nudge Ron. Ron nods and clears his throat. He takes out a rat and points the wand in his hand at it.

"Right so: Sunshine, daises, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." Ron said. The rat just squeaked and ran around. Not turning yellow.

"Who's the rat?" I question. I know that people have owls, cats and sometimes toads but I've never heard of a rat as a pet before.

"Oh, this is Scabbers. He was my older brother Percy's rat for a long time. Now he is mine. We've had him in the family for around ten years." In my head, I did some math and deduced that that rat should be dead. Unless that is a different rat or there was some magical spell that could improve your life span Scabbers should be dead.

"Uh Ron, that rat should not be-" I got cut off when a girl with bushy hair barged in.

"Have any of you seen Neville's toad?" She asked. Uh, excuse me.

"No we haven't and if we did then I would grab it and throw it out the window." I say. When I'm interrupted, I get mad and when I get mad, I say quite rude things and get this really scary look on my face if I'm really mad.

"Who are you?" Harry asks.

"I'm Hermione Granger and who might you be?"

"Well that is Ron Weasley, that's Ana Wells and I'm Harry Potter." Harry introduces. Hermione's eyes widen. Why does every think Harry's famous, I mean he is a little on the ordinary side if you ask me.

"Wait! Hold up! Time out for a sec. How does everyone know who Harry is? Please tell me." I yell out before Hermione starts blabbering stuff out really fast because I can tell by that look in her eye that we should be prepared for an entire speech.

"You don't know?" Hermione exclaims. I just shake my head. "Harry defeated You-Know-Who when he was only one."

"Sorry but I don't know You-Know-Who. Does this person have some secret code name that only the Illuminati know or something?" I ask.

"What Hermione means is that I killed Voldemort when I was one." At the name Voldemort, Hermione and Ron flinch. It appears that they are both scared of the name. An evil smirk appears on my face as I come up with an idea.

"Ana stop doing tat, your freaking me out." Ron shudders.

"Hermione, do you want to be my friend?" I ask her, ignoring Ron. She looks at me.

"Sure, but why?"

"Because it's rude to scare people who aren't my friends." I reply.

"What do you mean Ana?" She asks. I only smirk evilly again in reply as I start planning my next move.