Chapter 1 : The Beginning
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"This is the child"
"Is she powerful?"
"Keep her and raise her well"
"Thank you, My Lord"
"Remember, Raise her well Lucius"
"Harry, we are going to be late!" Harry Potter suddenly came back to reality from day dreaming. Ron Weasly jumped out of the off white old car his dad had borrowed from the Ministry of Magic to drive his children and Harry to King's Cross station. Actully, he only had two children that were going to Hogwarts out of six. Harry follow Ron and got out of the car. The station was the same as usual. Crowded. Loud. Full of people rushing. But today there was somthing else. Owls hooting. Large trunks. And words you don't usually hear like 'muggle' and 'Hogwarts' and other things. September First. Harry's favorite day of the year.
"You first Ginny" yelled Mr. Weasly
A fifteen year old girl with flaming red hair and freckles suddenly started to walk quickly twords a wall. A wall between platforms 9 and 10. Once she hit the wall she dissapeared.
"Harry, go next. Then Ron. Hurry now. It's 5 to 11."
Harry walked to the wall and closed his eyes, and when he opened them he was facing a scarlet train. The Hogwarts Express.
"Come on. We have to hurry," said Ron as he raced up to train.
"You haven't got to worry, Ron. I bet Hermione has a capartment save" Harry said cooly.
And he was right.
"hallo" said a cheery Hermione.
"And why are you so happy?" said a cold voice from behind them
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry said sharply.
"For you to meet someone." Malfoy's eyes scanned the crowd. They stoped on a firt year who looked somewhat like Malfoy. But her hair was long and curly. And her eyes were the same color as Harry's and her body looked like it belonged to a 13 year old. He cought her eye and beconed her over.
"They" he said talking to the girl, but gesturing twords the Trio "are Potter, Weasel, and Granger the Mudblood." Then he looked at Harry and said "This is Nebecka, My sister."
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