Demiwitch Child of Bast ON HOLD

CHAPTER 2

I gasped at Hogwarts, it was so magnificent!

"Are you surprise? I mean, you sat and traveled with the famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived." Ron said. I looked puzzled.

"No, why would I?"

"Harry lived you-know-who's killing curse."

"Alllllright." Ron gawked at me.

"You-you d-don't know abou-about t-that?" I shook my head. He gasped.

"Anyways, I'm a transferred student." I said to avoid the whole 'you don't know about that' conversation. "I wonder what year I'll be in."

"Probably your fourth. That's the year that I'm in." Hermione said. "And you look about my age."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm 14, Hermione."

"Ohhhh." She nodded.

We sat in a carriage that were pulled by horses. I read about these horses before. They can only be seen by people that saw others die. I had saw my friends at Camp Halfblood, Camp Jupiter, the Brooklyn House(Kane Chronicles), and my clan, MoonShine. My friend Nya, Grath, Fennick, Isabella, and Cooper died in a battle against the Wild Hunt(see my other book, MoonShine). Nya was my figure sister. I loved her so much that rage and grief course through me when she died and I took down a lot of the Hunt's fighter. All I knew that time was that I had to revenge Nya's death. It wasn't a fair fight at first because we were outnumbered but we're the best fighter in the world. No other clan wants to fight us because we 1) fight way better than them, 2) we only lose a few people, and 3) we're very sneaky and steal other's weapon. But the Wild Hunt has Hounds. Hounds are gigantic dogs with big, sharp, metal teeth. They are very fast runners and the only way we can beat them is to trick them. The good thing is that they never learn. We can play the same trick over and over again.

"What beautiful horses." I felt sad for my friends that died.

"What are you talking about? There are no horses." Ron said.

"These horses can only be seen by those who seen other died." I replied.

"Who did you see die? I saw my parents." Harry asked. I choked back a sob.

"M-my friends a-and my f-figure sister." I managed to wrestle that out.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Who did you saw di-" Ron got cut off.

"Ronald! That rude don't you know?" Hermione scolded.

"Don't. I had enough to of 'sorries' for a life time. And plus, there was no hint of you being sorry in your voice. You just said that because that's what most people say and you know it." I said in a flat,coldly voice. Ron's face turned red.

"I-I...w-well....i-it just...........uh." He stuttered.

"Oh. That's sad. I lost some of my family, too." A girl said, dreamily, in our carriage said. "I'm Luna, Luna Lovegood."

"And I'm Mist. Nice to meet you." I said.

"Loopy Luna." Ron muttered. I smacked him.

"Ron! That was not necessary and that was rude. How would you liked it if someone called you Piglet Ron behind your back?" I hissed at him. He, once again, turned red. I turned and faced Luna.

"I'm sorry. Piglet Ron here, doesn't know his manner."

"Oi! That's not my name! It just Ron!"

"Okay Piglet JustRon." I shot at him. "If you stop calling our good friend Luna, Loopy Luna, then I'll stop calling you Piglet JustRon. Or Piglet Ron. And if you continue to call her that, then I'll tell Fred and George so they tell everybody else."

"Alright! Alright! Fine!" He huffed. I smiled at Luna and she beamed back.

"Thank you, Mist. Nobody has ever stuck up to me before." She said.

"Well they should." I replied.