Prisoner of Azkaban (SlowUpdates)

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful sunny day in Norway. There was a gentle breeze drifting through Durmstrang's castle windows and everything seemed perfect. Everything would have been, if the tension hadn't been so thick.

A young girl around thirteen years old was packing a large trunk. Every once in a while she had to push her long black hair out of her face. Despite her black hair, the girl - named Koritsi - had rather fair skin. She was skinny, almost frail looking really, and had bright green eyes.

Koritsi was just packing her trunk along with her beautiful barn owl, who was glaring out at her from its cage.

Koritsi sighed loudly. Did everyone hate her? Honestly, it wasn't as though she had killed someone. All she was doing was transferring schools. However, to her stepfather and former classmates, it was as though she was betraying them in the worst possible way.

"Oh, they'll get over it." She muttered quietly to herself, and then to her grumpy owl, "and so will you!"

"Talking to your owl again I see," came a cold voice behind her.

Koritsi turned around and glared. It was Karkaroff, her stepfather. He was leaning up against the doorframe and looked quite cross. His short gray hair was slightly disheveled and his curled goatee was twitching.

He seemed to be taking her transfer worse than anyone although she couldn't imagine why. She was, after all, leaving mostly because of him.

"Have you changed your mind about telling me?" She asked, turning back to her trunk.

"I already told you! I don't know!" He replied angrily. But Koritsi had known him long enough to be able to tell when he was lying.

On her thirteenth birthday, this summer, he had told her she was adopted. They'd had a fight. Koritsi had wanted to know more about who she was and her parents, but Karkaroff had refused to tell her anything more and that had been that. The next day, Koritsi had enlisted at Hogwarts and ever since, the students at Durmstrang had rudely ignored her.

She clicked the trunk closed and heaved it off the ground. "Well, then. I'd best be off."

She forced a tight smile before squeezing past Karkaroff through the doorway. Just as she did he grabbed her arm.

"Kor-" he paused to clear his throat. "Koritsi... be safe."

Koritsi was slightly taken aback. Karkaroff was very unhappy about her transferring to Hogwarts, and for him to say that... it was really nice.

She gave a firm nod, and he released her arm. Koritsi walked quickly away, to hide her glassy, tear-filled eyes. She gently wiped them away.

Grabbing floo powder and stepping into the large fireplace, she spoke loudly the name of her destination and threw the powder down.

The echo of her words rang loudly in the empty halls before fading into nothing.

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Everything went from silent to extremely loud as Koritsi arrived with her trunk and owl at platform 9 3/4. She brushed the soot off of herself and stepped out of a fire place that was there for floo powder.

The train was whistling noisily and children where bidding farewell to their parents. There was a boy and his grandmother was scolding him for something, "oh, Neville. What 're we goin' to do with you? You've only had it one day and you've already lost it?!"

There was one family, all red heads, hugging their parents goodbye. At the sight of everyone with their families, Koritsi felt a sting of something. Jealousy. Even for the boy being scolded. At least he had someone.