The hidden potter

Chapter 5

Bold is pasletongue

It's finally September 1st the day I start Hogwarts. I allow a smile to enter my face as I imagine all that I will learn and experience while I'm there finally at a place where I won't be alone with my magic and abilities.

I turn to my new found friend and find him awake.

Good morning Velonoso today is the day.

Indeed young hatchling it is.

He slithers up and around my waste as I get ready for the day only removing himself when I have a shower.

When I have finished getting ready I am wearing a black skirt, a black jacket, a green and black checkered skirt and black tights.

My hair is left out in waves and I pack the little things I own.

"Good riddance," The b***h whispers oh so quietly as I walk out the doors of the orphanage. I walk around for around five minutes when I see a black cab across the road. I walk up to it and gently knock his window.

"Where to young miss?" The youngish blonde asks me in a Scouse accent. Huh he's a long way from home.

"To kings cross station thank you," I answer before taking a seat in the black with my trunk being placed in the boot by the blonde.

The winds are wrong and the trees sway from side to side, the rain is heavy and the birds rush for shelter, the skies are dark and the street lights are illuminating the streets of London.

I sigh I wore a skirt because it's summer and we have a storm if we do. I should have known better I didn't even bring a rain coat.

At least it's still somewhat warm I suppose.

"Here we are young miss that will be £6.20 please," I nod and give him 10 pounds and let him keep the change, it isn't like I will need the money any time soon.

I step into the station and begin my long search for the platinum blonde boy and his father. I was told they would me hear at 10:40 and is quickly approaching that time.

As I wait for the Malfoys I think about the book it diary as I now know it I took from the girl. I talk to him nearly everyday. His name is Tom Riddle and there is something about him so dark, so mysterious and so dangerously addictive. I know he is manipulative and I know he is a liar but he is damn good at it.

I think about our first conversation.

Flashback

I'm sitting on my bed and staring at the wall carved with my initials and close my eyes I had yet another doctors appointment today. They didn't do much they haven't already done however it never really makes it any easier to deal with though.

I lean back on my bed and suddenly remember the black book I recovered from the Weasley girl.

I take it out of my bag and place it in the desk next to my Hogwarts books that are charmed to look like ordinary muggle books that only I can open courtesy of Mr. Malfoy.

I open the book and to my confusion see s blank page. Why on earth would you give someone a black book? Maybe he was mocking their lack of wealth.

I grab a quill and some ink that is laying beside my books and write 'Dear Diary, my name is Octavia Potter'

I am not usually the type who would write a diary but why not? It isn't like I have a reason not to.

To my amazement the words disappear and new words appear answering my own.

'Hello Octavia my name is Tom, Tom Riddle,'

And thus a new acquaintance is made between me and a riddle.

Flashback over

I am pulled from my thoughts by a curtain blonde boy.

"You're late,"

Time skip to the train because ya know I'm lazy as f**k.

We are sitting in silent throughout most of the train journey and I am reading a fourth year defence book as I have finished all the others. I had to go back to diagon alley just to get more course books because of how fast I learned them.

"Which house do you wish to be in?" I am asked by Draco who finally decides to break the ever lasting silence.

"I read in the book Hogwarts: a history and I shall be best suited in either Slytherin or Ravenclaw, you are in Slytherin correct? I read somewhere in the pure blood noble families that Malfoys are known and proud Slytherins." I ask though it comes out like a statement. He nods nonetheless.

"Draco Kherson you are I have been looking for you everywhere, who is this?" I hear a snobby, bitchy Tone come from my right as the compartments door slides open.

I look up and see a fat brunette girl who looks as if she wouldn't don't in the compartment but still tries anyway. (I chose for Millicent Bullstrode to be the bad Slythein that has a crush on Draco because I want Pansy to be nice for a change)

Behind her are another brunette girl, a blonde girl, a brunette boy with a cute face, tow boys on the bigger side and a darker skinned boy with a stoic and strong face.

We talk for a while and I find out the blonde is Daphne Greengrass, the brunette is Pansy Parkinson, the fat Brunette is Millicent Bullstrode, the darker skin boy is Blaise Zabini and the cute faced boy is Theodore Nott and what a shocking surprise they are all Slytherin some obviously more worthy of the title than others.

"Sorry but I don't recall you mentioning your name during any of this," the b***h opens her mouth yet again. Oh well what to do? Do I lie and tell the name Mr. Creep told me to use and follow him like a good lost little puppy? Or do I ignore what he say and ask wherever the f**k I want?

Ha lol there is really a choice.

"My name is Octavia, Octavia Potter," the compartment goes silent and Velonoso slithers out from under my shirt scaring the b***h half to death.

What a shame it couldn't be the whole way there. I sigh dissatisfied and disappointedly.

'Mistresss what are thessse weird creaturess doing all ssilent and ballooned?' The butch sounds out something between a scream and a cry while I roll my eyes at my sweet snakes behaviour we've been here for ages and only now he decides to come out.

'Don't worry my friend thesse are my acquaintances and a friend, well not the bigger girl she is a b***h because she likes Draco. They are like thiss because I told them I am a potter,'

Again for some peculiar reason they all start to choke on air and sputter things out at random. I'm beginning to question weather it is a normal thing for everyone to be a type of crazy, f****d up or incapable in the wizarding world.

"We should get our robes on we will be there shortly," again it is Malfoy's who breaks the silence and I am quick to sort out and find a bathroom to change my clothes.

Oh s**t maybe they acted that way due to what I read, the only ones who can speak to snakes are those directly descended from Salazar Slytherin.

Hub I guess that would make sense.

Just as I get back to the compartment the train comes to a stop.

"Hogwarts here I come," I mutter to myself inaudibly.