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I, Sabrina Bellatrix Dumbledore have never been afraid. Never in my sixteen years of life. Not even when my mother and my stepfather were taken away. So why am I scared of boarding a train to go to Hogwarts, after hating Beauxbatons so much, I asked my uncle to allow me to switch schools and come back to England?


It has taken the past three years to make my uncle see why I should come back, but he is now letting me return, on one condition: that I don't go anywhere near the Slytherins (like I would ever go near them) and become friends with the Golden Trio of Hogwarts: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger!!

This should be easy, I mean I shouldn't be afraid of who I am, or who my parents are. No wait. Scratch that, I should be ashamed of who my parents are; well one of them anyways...

Nice beginning. You grew the reader (me) in from the first sentence. Congrats now PAMS! plz.
~Michelle~

I got onto the train and made my way down, searching for a compartment. After searching the train twice, a black messy haired boy stuck his head out of a compartment.

"You can come and sit in here if no where else is free," he said to me. I looked at him closely. Was that a scar I saw on his head? It must have been because he grinned at me and said, "Yeah, I'm Harry Potter."

I grinned back, "Thanks. For letting me come and join you. I'm Sabrina. Sorry I stared."

He shook his head as if not to worry and grabbed my trunk and helped me get it up overhead. I looked around. There were quite a few other people in there as well: a red headed boy and a red headed girl (I'm guessing they're related), a curly brown haired girl with a book, a blonde haired girl with radish earrings, and a brown haired boy with a frog. Harry spoke again, "Guys this is Sabrina... What is your last name Sabrina?"

I looked at the six faces staring at me for an answer... 'Do I tell them who I am?' I asked myself.

I was saved from answering that question when the door was flung open and five boys in Slytherin-coloured robes stood in the doorway. "What do you want Malfoy?" asked the red headed girl.

Uh oh, not a Malfoy. Of all the people I had to meet on the train. It had to be him. I haven't seen him before, but I know about him and his family and I know that they wouldn't like me hanging around Harry and his friends.

This is going to be an interesting year.


This is set in the trio's sixth year. I had this story in my head before the HBP came out, but hadn't found this site. Some of the things are similar, but not the same as she has written in the books.

Jemmz
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Ohh, yay u posted. Briallant, i love it. PAMS PLZ!

Malfoy looked at me, up and down, before saying, "If you're new you better come and join us, you don't want to get mixed up in the wrong sort of people before term even starts. I'm Draco Malfoy (this earned a few sniggers from the girls sitting down) and these are Crabbe, Goyle, Nott and Zabini. Who are you?"

I knew my hair had changed colour before I heard the shocked gasps of everyone around me. "I'm Sabrina and yes I'm new, but unfortunatly I think I'm speaking to the wrong sort already, so I'll take your advice and stop talking to you now. Bye." With that, I shut the door in their faces before they had a chance to say anything else.

"Wow! Although that was really brave, I think you've just made him really angry," said the blonde haired girl.

I sat down next to Harry with a slight inclined smile at the girl, who Harry then introduced as a Luna Lovegood, who was fifth year in Ravenclaw. The brown haired girl was Hermoine Granger, who I knew was in the same year that I was going in, and was in Gryffindor. The other girl was Ginny Weasley, who although was in Gryffindor, was in fifth year with Luna this year. The boy, who I had thought was Ginny's brother, was in fact her brother Ron Weasley, Gryffindor's Keeper last year. The boy with the toad, was Neville Longbottom.

'Wait, Longbottom. Oh my gosh, he is going to hate me when he finds out who I am,' my brain said.

"Where have you transferred from Sabrina?" Hermoine asked me, putting her book back into her trunk.

"From Beauxbatons. I live with my uncle normally over here, but I have been going to Beauxbatons because he didn't think it was safe for me to go to Hogwarts-"

"-that's silly, there's no safer place than Hogwarts." interrupted Ron.

"I know," I continued, "but my uncle just didn't think it was right for me, and my dad agreed, so every year I would go to Beauxbatons; and every year I would come back to England. I literally went on my hands and knees at the beginning of summer and begged to be allowed to go to Hogwarts, but my uncle was more adament about me attending because of the break outs from Azkaban, but I made him see that I was safer where he could keep an eye on me, then where I would have been. He says I'm going to be in the same year as Ron, Hermoine, Harry, and Neville, but I will have to be sorted with the first years unfortunatly."

"Who is your uncle, Sabrina, because although he may seem to be protective, he seems kind of mean." Ginny said, whilst we started to get out our school robes.

"Umm... I'll tell you guys more, once we arrive and I have been sorted." I replied, praying that my answer would be accepted for the moment.

It must have been, because Ginny laughed saying, "Fine, I'll let it go for the moment, just make sure you're in Gryffindor."

"Oh I will be," I laughed. Though I crossed my fingers as I said it, praying that it would be true. I couldn't follow my mother and be in Syltherin, I just couldn't, cause although it would make her oh so proud, it would put me into even more danger. Then again, being in Gryffindor, would be a one way ticket to hell in her eyes.

The joys of my parentage.

Yay I have a reader. I hope the story isn't boring you. I promise it does get better, with shockers, kidnappings, and unfortunatly deaths.

Jemmz
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its not. this is a really good story. PAMS PAMS PAMS! plz

new reader alert!
OMG this story is sooo good, I'm already drawn in and cant wait for the next part. PAMS please please please!!!

Eventually after playing Exploding Snap and winning against everyone except Harry and Ginny; eating lots of food from the trolley (Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans are really horrible, I had a boegy flavoured one!!!); and learning about classes, we arrived at Hogwarts.

"Firs' Years over 'ere please!" I heard someone shout. I looked up to see Hagrid, who had seemed to have grown over since I had last seen him, but then again that had been over 10 years ago. "Sabrina! Haven' seen ya in ages. Professor Dumbl'dor says your ta come with me an' be sorted with the firs' years."

"Okay," I yelled back to him. "Well, sorry guys," I apologised to the others.

"Don't worry about it, we'll save you a seat at the table." Harry replied, before getting on a thestral drawn carriage.

I sat down in a boat with Hagrid and looked up, as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry loomed over me as we crossed the lake. My hair had changed colour to red, when Malfoy came in, so I changed it back to blonde. It was quite nice being a metamorphagous (did i spell that right?), although my feelings do change what colour it is, so I have to keep them under control. I can also change my eye colour, but I rarely do that, it's nicer having bluish-green eyes all the time.

The first years and I were greated by Professor McGonagal at the entrance and she led us into the Great Hall. It definitely looked different being packed full of students, then it did during the summer holidays. I could feel myself getting nervous again, which was stupid, I knew that I was going to be in Gryffindor; I had to be, it would be the icing on the cake to a perfect first day.

"I'm going to call you out in order of your last names. However, we have a transferred student who will be going first. Sabrina Dumbledore." McGonagal yelled out. I honestly swear she used sonorous just to make sure everyone heard her.

And heard her they had; everyone whispered, the Hufflepuffs, the Ravenclaws, the Gryffindors, the Slytherins, the ghosts, the teachers. In fact the only two sets of people that weren't whispering were Harry and his friends, and my uncle the famous Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. Although he may not have been whispering, he did sit up straighter and lean forward ever so slightly, as if waiting to see what would become of me.

Legs shaking, breathing way to fast, trying to make sure my hair stayed blonde, I walked up to the three-legged stool, and put the sorting hat on my head. "Ahh, Dumbledore said I was going to be sorting you this year. Though why I couldn't do six years ago is beyond me-"

"Hurry up already please!" I thought.

"Well, lets see then. You definitely have your uncle's and father's bravery and courage in you, and you would make a good team with the young Potter, Weasleys and Granger-"

"Yes! Put me in Gryffindor, then I can get some food!" I thought again.

"However, you do have some of your mother in you. Deep down inside of you, whether you like it or not, you have powers from your mother which you may have to use one day. So which will it be: Slytherin like your mother or Gryffindor like your father and uncle? I know better be GRYFFINDOR!!!!"

PHEW! That was all I could think as I got of the stool and walked to the Gryffindor table, sitting in between Ginny and Hermoine. I looked up at my uncle who was clapping and smiling at me; good, he should be happy, it took everything I had to make sure I got into Gryffindor. Then I looked at the Slytherin table just by chance and sure enough, there was a look of shocked recognition on Malfoy's face as we caught eye contact, followed by a smirked triumphant look, which made me feel like I had swallowed polyjuice potion. Something was going go wrong tomorrow, I knew it.

"Why didn't you tell us that you were related to Dumbledore?!" asked Ron, as we watched the first years being sorted. "I mean we wouldn't have said anything."

"Because," I replied, "I didn't want you guys to make friends with me just because I'm his niece, I wanted to be friends with people who liked me for me."

"We like you for you anyways, your one of us now." said Harry, smiling as the last first year was sorted into Hufflepuff. "Why does Malfoy keep looking over here, smirking? He seems like he is up to something and when Malfoy is upto something, it probably won't be a good something."

"Who cares what that weasel is up to. Can we just eat the food in front of us, without having to think of his royal ugliness?" asked Ron, who was already piling his plate with food.

"Honestly Ron, don't you have any table manners?" asked Hermoine, shock written all over her face.

"No, Hermoine he doesn't. For two reasons: one, he is a boy meaning he is an animal. Two, he is an annoying older brother, so he trys and succeds to embarrass his little sister." replied Ginny, trying not to laugh, as Ron shot her a evil glare, whilst putting half a chicken wing in his mouth.

I just sat there, eating tiny bits of everything that I could. Enjoying this blissful scene. I was in the right house, with the right people, and at least two members of my family were very proud of me. Nothing could ruin this feeling. Nothing at all.

Oh boy was I wrong...

Yay a new reader!!! Please keep reading this. I promise it will get better, well I think it gets better anyways.

Jemmz
xxx

P.S. Comments and critisim is welcome if you have any.

Hello postie! *hugs comp* Oh btw nothing in the Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans is worse than Rotten Egg, I can handle vomit flavor even, but Rotten Egg, no way! Bogey is actually one of the better flavors to be honest with ya, along with soap.
Anyway Great post, wonder what Malfoy is up to, PAMS!!!!

I agree, nothing is worse than Rotten Egg, but that was from Sabrina's POV. I'll post tomorrow, but it is almost 11 at night, so I need to get to sleep as I have to be up early tomorrow. *Posts a note on her laptop-Put a new Post up in the morning!*

And you'll have to wait to see what Malfoy's upto and it involves two more characters as well.... be prepared for a shocker.!!!

Jemmz and Sabrina
xxx

shocker???? Oh Khristina does love getting shocked, not electrity shocked either. I can't wait till tomorrow, but when you post I'll be in bed so I have to wait till I wake up, hmm maybe i'll set my alarm so I can actually wake up in the morning. Anyway can't wait!

Okidokes... here's the next post!!

I woke up the next morning in a four poster bed with red curtains and it took me a couple of moments to remember that I wasn't in Beauxbatons anymore... I was in Hogwarts!!! Yes!

"Hermoine, are you up?" I asked, looking at the lump in the next bed over.

"Yes I'm up, I can't sleep. I want to find out what lessons I have today!" she exclaimed, hopping out of bed. Just at that moment, Ginny walked in from the bathroom already dressed.

"Hurry up you two! Otherwise knowing Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean, there will be no food left!" And with that threat in our minds, we frantically started to get ourselves ready. I put on my robes over the top of a nice black skirt, and looked at myself in the mirror. There was just one problem... oh yeah my hair had turned pink! Pink looks really nice on me, don't get me wrong, but unfortunately, it's not allowed at school, so I changed it to a nice curly dark brown.

We all sat down at our table; Ginny had been right in threatening us with no food, the boys don't have stomachs, they have never ending pits!!! I was handed my scheduale and immediatly every sixth year in our group groaned.

"Double Potions, followed by Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Harry shouted. "Just how I wanted to begin my school year! Who's the new DADA teacher anyways, because Snape seems to be doing potions again?"

"I think I heard my uncle say that it was a Professor Petry (pronouced Pet-rie) that was going to be the new DADA teacher." I piped in, buttering a slice of warm toast.

At that moment, a bunch of owls flew in carrying letters, packages, and newspapers. Harry's snowy owl landed in front of him, carrying a letter from his family, reminding him once again to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and Easter. "As if I'd want to go back there earlier than I had to," he mumbled, crumpling up the letter. A familiar looking black eagle owl started to head towards me. 'Oh no, not now,' I thought to myself, as it stopped right next to me, carrying a red envelope in its mouth.

"That's a howler Sabrina," Neville explained to me, slightly shocked. "Who would be sending you a howler?"

I didn't have time to answer because at that moment a voice that I hadn't heard in 14 years erupted from the envelope and yelled across the great hall. "SABRINA BELLATRIX! How Dare You Get Put In To Gryffindor House, You Filthy Little Blood Traitor! You Have Made Me, Your Own Mother, The Laughing Stock Of All Our Friends!! I Can See That Your Uncle Has Had Too Much Influence Over Your Upbringing, So When I Next See You, You Will Be Punished. I Forbid You To Become Friends With Those Blood Traitor Weasleys And That Mudblood Granger. You Will Listen To Your Cousin, Who Is Older And Stronger Than You And Managed To Be Placed In A Worthy House! It Is Thanks To Him and Your Godfather, That I Was Informed About This Atrotious Happening! Wait Until Your True Uncle And I Get Hold Of You!"

Silence filled the great hall. No one laughed, no one whispered, everyone just looked at the red envelope that had torn itself to pieces. And I, I looked at my uncle for advice, trying to make sure that I didn't let my hair change, because I was filled with anger and sadness. Why had my uncle not told me that my mother was out of Azkaban? We aren't allowed to get news in Beauxbatons, so I had no idea. Then I looked at Harry and friends and they did not look happy; Neville looked furious.

"I have been hearing that voice over and over in my head all summer," Harry said, gritting his teeth. "She killed my godfather, her cousin, Sirius Black-"

"Sirius is dead!" I yelled. "How can he be dead, how can she have killed him! He was the only person apart from Aunt Romeda and family that loved me!"

"So... that was Bellatrix Lestrange?" asked Neville, before he and everyone pushed themselves up off the benches and started to walk away.

I stormed after them, no one walks away from me without hearing my side of the story first. "Please just wait a minute! I didn't choose to have her as my mother. Do you really think I would choose a mother that has: murdered her cousin, who is also my cousin; made two really nice, well I'm guessing they were nice as they're Neville's parents, people insane; gone to Azkaban prison for 13 years; and is a Death Eater! Do you really think it is the type of person I want to have as a mother!?!?" I called after them, making them all stop in their tracks. I was crying by now, and my hair was an unfortunate green. God I hate green, it only happens on three occasions: I'm either ill, drained of most of my powers, or upset.

"How did you end up with that hag as a mother, if you have Dumbledore as an uncle? And who is this superior cousin and godfather?" Ron asked as Ginny and Hermoine walked over to me, and consoled me.

"She had gone to the Hogs Head one day, and my father, who runs the Hogs Head, gave her the wrong drink. It was a love potion instead of a Firewhisky... and well I was the result of one nights love. God my mother was furious when I came out, but even more surprised when it became clear that I was a Metamorphagus. Yeah I know- my cousin Tonks is one as well." I said, before Ron could interrupt. "She and my step-father Rudolphus, were arrested right before my second birthday, which is the 28th of August by the way I'm one of the youngest in our year. And I was given into the care of my uncle Albus Dumbledore."

"Yeah, your mum wasn't happy when I told her what house you had been put into was she?" came a sneering voice from behind me. "And Weasel, if you really must know, I'm her cousin. Superior, Stronger, Sexier, and Smarter than her, always have been, always will be!" I turned around to see my worst nightmare, my cousin, Draco Lucius Malfoy!

Dun Dun Dun.... now can anyone guess who the Godfather is???? More up maybe later today if I have time. Don't worry, it's a long story that takes place over two years, so please keep reading!!!

Jemmz and Sabrina
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poor poor Sabrina, I feel sorry for her. And Draco have better be nice to his cousin, I mean it young mister! I think i know who the godfather is, i'm pretty sure i know, PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS!!!!!!!!!!

I'm not feeling very well today, so I have decided to post another bit of the story before I probably drift off to sleep. Sorry if it seems a bit boring to you guys.


Slowly, trying to keep my hair from changing, I turned around, gripping my wand in my left hand. "Draco. How nice to see you. How was your summer?" I asked, trying so hard not to hex him whilst seeing Hermoine and Ginny hold Ron and Harry and Neville back from hexing him as well. It didn't make matters any better that Malfoy was surrounded by the same cronies as yesterday on the train.

"Come on, Sabrina. You have to be with us at all times except when we eat and sleep. My father and your mother insist on it, whether you like it or not," he added as a final thought, (as though I would honestly take that as a threat)!

I turned to Ginny and smiled sweetly, too sweetly to be true. "Gin, do you or Hemoine remember what was in that letter?"

"Yeah," she replied, uncertain where this conversation was going. "It went something along the lines of, 'i'm very annoyed with you. You're hanging around the wrong people. Listen to your-"

I cut her off then, "that's what I thought Ginny thanks". I turned back to face my horrible idiot of a cousin, who I must let you know, was not smarter, superior, stronger, or sexier than I was. (After Fleur left Beauxbatons, I was the prettiest girl there!) "Draco, my..." I struggled to get the words out, "mother, said that I was to listen to you. So I am listening, or well I have listened, but I do NOT intend to follow them at all! I'm going to class with Ron, Hermoine and Harry now and I don't want to be late for my first class!" and with that, I ran off with the others, leaving those slimy Slytherins stunned for a moment, before they too, ran in the same direction.

We reached the potions classroom with two minutes to spare, and Malfoy followed shortly after. "Come in," snapped a voice from inside the classroom.

"I'll deal with you later," Malfoy said as he pushed past me, followed by his cronies who also pushed by me, but with quite a lot more force. I swear, I think the only reason he is the leader, is because of how high up his family is, in the Death Eaters. Urgh!!!

Welcome Jazzy Jay, hope you like it! Sorry about the text in the last post, I hadn't changed it. Here's the second part...

An hour later, and Snape hadn't yet taken any points or awarded points, which was due to the fact that he had just finished giving a lecture about how hard NEWTS were going to be over the two years and how lucky we were to have passed our potion OWL. Then however he said, "Take out your books and turn to page 15. Can anyone tell me what three main ingrediants you would not find in the student store cupboard, that you would need to make Polyjuice Potion?"

Hermoine shot her hand up after thinking for a few seconds, "Anyone other than Granger?" asked Snape. "No one? Very well, yes Miss Granger?"

"Shredded skin of a Boomslang, Powdered horn of a Bicorn, and a bit of whoever you want to change into." She replied, listing off on her fingers.

"Correct. Now-," he made to continue speaking about Polyjuice potion, without giving Hermoine any points. (Hermoine, Ginny, Parvati and Lavender had clued me in on the points system last night)

"Sir, aren't you going to award Hermoine any points for answering correctly?" I asked, interrupting whatever wonderful things he was going to tell us about. The whole of Gryffindor turned to face me with shocked looks on their faces, whilst the Slytherin students turned round with expectant looks of joy. Seems like interrupting Snape was not something to do... well I was someone different, and whether he liked it or not, Snape knew that he owed me.

He stopped, turned slowly and sneered. "Very well, five points to Gryffindor. Happy Miss Dumbledore?"

"Yes thank you," I returned, "but you still owe me a birthday present for missing my birthday over the summer." He ignored that last statement and continued teaching for the last hour.

Packing up my notes, I heard Hermoine say, "Thanks for that Sabrina. None of the Gryffindors have ever been awarded points in Snape's lessons before, but what was that about a birthday present?"

"Oh," I replied, smiling as my three newest friends and I walked out of the gloomiest place in the whole castle, "Snape's my Godfather..."

Did anyone guess correctly?? Stay tuned for the next post.

Wow, so didn't expect it to be Snape, I thought it was Malfoy's father, well I think I need to work on my investigating skills.
Anyway, great post, or should I say posts, I hope you feel better soon. Please post whenever you can.