The Sword and the Wand

oHwgrast pErsxes

It's been a week and I've already gotten used to the wizarding world. Sure there is the certain odd thing or too, but i can school my emotions enough so that I don't look suspicious. The Hogwarts Express leaves for the school in an hour, so I am waiting for Blackjack, as he came to Britain with me. 
Yo boss, what's up?
"Blackjack, how many times have I told you not to call me that?" I asked, frustrated.
Right, sorry boss. I sighed and swung myself up on his back. He beat his powerful black wings, and we were off.
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We landed outside of Kings Cross Station, and Blackjack and I walked/trotted into the giant train station.
  Let's do this, I thought to myself, as I slid through the solid wall and into a smoky room with a shiny train on it that read, 'oHwgrast pErsxes'. Stupid Dyslexia. The last thing I heard before I fell through the wall, was a quiet, I'll see ya there boss. Time to begin my lonely journey.
I made my way in between families hugging, and friends greeting each other, to get to the train. Too bad all my friends and family are dead, I thought to myself, bitterly, as I found an empty carriage in the back of the train, and heaved my stuff up onto the overhead luggage rack.
  "Excuse me, did you say something?" I heard a feminine voice ask. Deciding to freak her out a little, I hardened my eyes, and put on a light glare. I then turned around and said, "Yes, in fact I did say something. I said that it is too bad that my friends and family are dead." I was trembling from the effort it took to actually admit the fact to myself. The girl and, I noticed, two boys who flanked her took a few steps back. I didn't blame them. When I got upset, the power and anger that radiated off of me made even the most stout hearted of warriors rethink their position, and made everyone a little frightened.
   The girl seemed to finally gather her courage. "Well," she said in a timid voice, "I'm Hermione, and these are Ron and Harry." I analyzed them. Hermione had bushy, brown hair, and projected a scholarly attitude which immediately made me want to double over and cry from the thoughts of Annabeth that came flooding into my mind. I quickly tried to focus on something else, and my eyes landed on the boy that must have been Harry. He was short, with bright green eyes, and a wiry build. His round glasses were taped in several places, and lay crooked on the bridge of his nose. His black hair was a wild, unruly mess that was even messier than mine, if that was even possible. The two things that caught my eyes, however, were his lightning bolt-shaped scar that would make Zeus proud, and radiated dark energy, and his aura that practically dripped with loyalty to his friends. He reminded me of myself...myself before everyone died.
The last boy must have been Ron. He was tall and gangly, and looked prone to tripping over anything and everything. He had pale skin with vivid red freckles, and his hair lay in an orange mop on top of his head. When he saw me studying him, he turned crimson, and looked away. "I don't mean to be rude..." started Hermione.
  "-but whatever you say is still going to be rude, so don't say anything," I cut in.
   She still ploughed on ahead. "But, why are your family and friends dead?" This question released a swell of pent-up emotions inside me, and I let them come surging out. My glare was no longer a little, soft thing. It had taken a life of its own, and water and wind was building up around me. It was a good thing that I was holding my wand, or else everyone would be suspicious of me. "Everyone is dead because I couldn't save them!" I thundered. "I was too slow, too helpless, and too weak to save them! I watched them all get murdered in front of me! I could do nothing!" Suddenly my demeanor changed to a dangerous calm. "Never again will I let a fellow comrade die in arms." I stated gravely. "Never again will I let them bleed out, let their necks be snapped,  let gem drown, let them burn to death, let them be poisoned, let them be cursed, let them be impaled. I would take each death blow as they came. I would give my life to protect them." The trio gave me one last fearful glance, and then rushed out into the corridor. I caught bits of their conversation as they left. "Slytherin for sure...gave me the creeps...scary-powerful...foreign exchange student..." I shrugged and went back to the inner turmoil that would keep me company throughout the trip, trying not to surrender to sleep, to the nightmares that plagued me, and the terrors that haunted me.