New School, New Life

Hogwarts Express

Hello Everyone! I am incredibly sorry for the amount of time it has taken for me to update this story. I know where I want to go with this this story but for the longest time I had no idea how to get from point A to point B. However, thanks to a friend of mine, I managed to work it out. I'm hoping to be able to publish more chapters on a more regular basis but as of right now I dont have a set publishing date or anything. I want to try and have a few chapters written up berfore I go into publishing them so I can set a weekly publish date. Other than that, i hope you enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter no matter how much I wish I did.

I was currently on board the Hogwarts Express, happy I had managed to find a compartment that was empty of any people. I didn't want to be around anyone because I didn't want to have to talk. The most I have talked to anyone lately was when I visited Professor Dumbledore about transferring to Hogwarts.

Before the transfer, before the move, I used to live in America with my foster family. My stepfather, who was a muggle, was named Charles Wright, and my stepmother, a witch, by the name of Elizabeth Wright. I also had a brother named Kevin Wright and he was a wizard. He was five years older than me but we were inseparable. I had always known I was adopted, but I didn't know anything about my real family since I was a baby when I was adopted.

My magic began to show when I was around five years old, and when I was eleven I was chosen to go to the same school my brother went to; The Magical Institute of America.

This was supposed to be the time of magic and wonder. However, it became the time of horror and nightmares. My stepmother had been diagnosed with cancer shortly after me and Kevin left for school. These people might not have been my really family, but that didn't make the eleven years of my life with them, and the love we had for each other any less real. So, when me and Kevin received the news, it destroyed us.

The cancer was so bad, but my stepmother refused treatment, saying she didnt want to be a lab rat for medicine that the doctors weren't even sure would help. The Headmaster gave me and Kevin permission to leave the school for the year to spend time with our dying mother. Then, late one night, my mother had asked me to join her in the sitting room. She gave me a photo of a woman with long black hair who was holding a baby in her arms. She told me that the woman was my real mother and the baby cradled in her arms was me. She told me that her and my mother had been friends and that her name was Iris Prince. She went on to tell me how my mother brought me to America to keep me safe from the evil that had spread through the wizarding word in Europe and how people, bad people, went out in search for my mother. She told me how my mother had to leave me in the hands of her friend to go back to Europe and lead the people away from me. She told me, that I was important, and that one day, when I was old enough, I'd see my really family again.

I listened to all of this while gazing at the photo in my hand. I made a promise with myself that night, that I would find my real mother and father.

After that night, my stepmothers cancer progressively got worse and she was admitted in a hospital. She passed away shortly after. Me and Kevin spent a lot of time together in the weeks after her death. One of us always consoling the other.

My stepfather, however, took to grieving a different way. He turned to a dark path of alcohol and rage...

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the compartment door sliding open. When I looked over I saw two boys about my age. One was a tall, dark-skinned boy with brown eyes. The other was a slender boy with sleek white-blond hair with his bangs parted to the side, cold grey eyes, and a pale complexion.

"Do you mind if we sit here? The rest of the compartments are full," the blond haired boy asked. I shook my head to indicate that I didn't mind and looked out the window to find it was already dark outside. When did that happen? Realizing that the boys were wearing their school robes, I decided to go and change into mine. I got up and grabbed my robes out of my trunk.

I turned to the boys in the compartment, "I'll-um-be right back." With that I rushed out of the compartment to the nearest restroom. I don't like talking. Besides when I met with Dumbledore, the last time I talked was before...no. I'm not thinking about that.

I changed into a dark, grey pleated skirt, and a white button up shirt, along with a black tie with the Hogwarts crest on it. I put a grey sweater vest over that and pulled on grey tube socks and black shoes. I also put on a black cloak. After I finished changing I walked back to the compartment.

As I entered the compartment the train stopped and the lights went out. The window began to freeze over and I could see my breath. I began to remember...dreadful things. Memories of my stepfather in a drunken rage flashed before my eyes. I felt the fear I had as he backhanded an eleven year old me for the first time. I felt the panic I had for my brother as he stood up for me every time. I felt loneliness I had when Kevin...when he...

The compartment door began to slide open, and I turned around to find both boys hiding in the corner and a figure in the doorway about 10 feet high. It was covered in a dark hooded cloak of long, ripped black cloth. Its body was grey and decayed looking, like a decomposing corps. Its hands were glistening, greyish, slimy-looking, and scabbed. Its face consisted of empty eye sockets, covered with scabby skin. There was also a gaping large hole where the mouth should be. It was able to fly, I noticed, as it began to glide toward me. My brother told me about something like these creachers when he was studying them in school. Dementors, he called them.

I tried to back away from the dementor but I soon hit the table by the window. The dememntor brought its face down to mine and drew a slow, rattling breath. Cold swept through my body as it did this. The cold went deep into my chest, all the way to my heart.

Even though the room was dark from the lights being out, a darkness so impossibly black began to make its way across my eyes until I could no longer see and I was drowning from the cold in my chest. I heard a woman singing a soft, lovely tune...perhaps...a lullaby....

Sorry if it got a little depressing and angsty toward the end but it all plays a major part in the future. Hope you like it and, as I said before, I want to get a few chapters written up before I publish more so this way I'm ahead of the game. Hopefully I'll be able to update the story by the end of the month.

Thank you -

IaMme531