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New people at Hogwarts. Fun, Fun, Fun! Love and freindship. Triumph and tragedy.
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Chapter #6

Trust

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"Dang...why do I have to be his daughter. What is wrong with me...." She leapt onto the train. A tear slid down her face. She was so angry with herself. Her father apparated into her compartment.

"You would do well to take such excellent opportunites to use instead of throwing them out the window because of a silly little girls heart. I'll have to teach you a lesson young lady." You screamed as he used the crucio curse on you and he dissapeared after muttering the one that lasted for fifteen minutes.

She whimpered loudly and shuddered with pain. She started to cry, the pain wasn't stopping. A new wave of pain washed over her. It kept getting worse. When the pain reached its peak, whe couldn't help screaming. She was shaking on the floor. Harry, Hermoine and Ron burst through the door. They all looked scared and then alarmed. Harry ran over to you and picked you up and sat you back on the seat. "No....please...daddy, no...please...not again...I..can't..i'm..not like you..vvvvvv...vol..de..mort. I'm not like you..dad..leave..him..." You couldn't see anything.

"Hermoine, do you know how to relieve the crucio curse?"

"alleviate" she shouted.

You felt instantly better. Than they all surrounded you. "Talk" ron said. They were all holding you at wand point. You pulled your own wand with lightning quick reflexes.

"Get those things away from ME unless you want things to get ugly. I won't hurt you unless you threaten me. And I'll talk. O.K. here's how it goes. Name's Kyrie (Kee-ree-ay, for those of you are wondering. Its Latin). Kyrie, just Kyrie. Not anything whack about me. So get over it, now, I see something I need to take care of." You see malfoy, beating up a little first year, and you knew why. "Malfoy, stop"

"Oh you wanna take over"

"No. I'm not my fathers flunkie. Unlike your father and a lot of others. Looks like your shaping up to be a good one yourself."

He pushed you out of the way. "Crucio Maximus" He said the spell to the little girl. You lept in front of her and fell to the ground. You lifted your wand and undid it. Then you fell. Harry was there to catch you. He believed you. Hermoine helped the crying little girl and asked you if you were o.k. She believed you. Ron leapt up and raised his wand to Malfoy. They all believed you. Harry looked into your eyes and his scar hurt. You lifted your right hand and touched it. A pinkish purple light flowed from your fingers and his scar stopped hurting. He smiled at you and you realized he was still holding you. You saw your fathers eyes in the back of your head.

"Run, he's coming"

"Who" They all asked.

"You don't wanna meet him, trust me" You stayed there and your father showed up. You ran away as quickly as you could. You leapt onto your broom and flew expertly away from him. You got away before a major gust of wind hit you and you fell. Right into Harry's arms. He clutched his scar. You smiled at him and he smiled back, blushing. Oh no, why did this have to happen. The boy you were supposed to kill was causing you to get goose bumps and the chills. Great.

"Harry, what is wrong"

"I don't know what it is. My scar hurts like it does when Voldemort is around, but I can't see why"

"Because that little backstabber is his daughter, are you bloody blind?" Screamed Hermoine.


"Just talk about me like I'm not here. I won't mind" You said, your eyes flashing. "We'll see who you think is the real traitor. In a while... You glanced around. "Hmmph" You walked away. You turned around and saw your father's most pathetic follower yet. Wormtail. He raised his wand from behind them. He opened his mouth. They spun around, Hermoine glaring at you.

"Avada Kedavra" He started to say. You flipped in between Wormtail and the others. You shoved his wand hand backwards and pulled him down, and flipping him into the air with your feet.

"Leviosa" He stopped in mid air. You yanked your wand to the side and he flew into a tree. "There" You turned on your heel and pulled a pouch from your pocket and taking the Durmstrang patch from your beret and bewitching it into a Hogwarts one. You hesitated. "Listen" You said with your back turned. "I'm just trying to make my way around here. Think I'm evil or not. I don't care what you think. Opinions are of minimal importance to me. I'm just going to study, get good grades, and live my own life. Since we've managed to launch ourselves from the train, thanks in large part to me, saving your lives, TWICE" you said glaring at Hermoine. "We need to get to school. Come here. Trust me." You smiled and held out your hand. Suprisingly, Hermoine grimaced and place her hand in yours. Ron grabbed her hand Harry grabbed your other hand. You threw down a pinch of powder from the pouch. "Hogwarts" You reappeared in the great hall. You were sorted into Gryffindor. Hermoine started to like you. You glanced at Harry and smiled. He winked at you and smiled. You blushed. Ron and Hermoine smirked. You all walked to the common room, talking and laughing. People stared at you. You didn't care. For the first time in your life you had real friends. And maybe something more. You thought as Harry offered you his arm and you took it.

You have the following choices:

1. Hermoine wants to talk to you

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2. time to sleep

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