"AGAIN HISTORIA!!!"

Historia focused her magic through the dagger again, but seconds later her Uncle stuck her giving little to block sending a shock wave of magic through the room throwing her back into the wall. She fell to the ground gasping for air.This was harder then any previous training shes done this took more energy,more magic.Its drained her to quickly.

"Get up Historia!!!"

She tried but her body felt heavy, as if her muscles were stone.She was grabbed by the hair forced up, giving out a yelp of pain.

"Again focus your magic through the dagger.But the blade isn't just a blade but an extension of your body, make it YOU."He returned to his spot in the room and gave a shrug to go.

Focusing on all she had left she grabbed every once of magic without killing her self until the blade glowed a faint white halo.Her Uncle was seconds away preparing for a final strike and when he did it was so fast. Historia ran on instinct forcing her muscles to move,slicing through the air with a cry.What she hadn't noticed was that her strike had produce a wave of magic it had sliced through the air, her Uncle barely dodging it.

He stared dumbfounded at his nieces doing.Her blow had sliced clean through the wall, rubble falling to the ground.

She's getting stronger,he thought looking at the young girl who at any moment was ready to collapse.He nodded in approval.

"Thats enough for today,rest up for tomorrow,"And he left leaving a magically drained girl behind.

When he was gone she fell to the ground with a groan, calling Toff to help send her to her room before she passed out.

The days went by like this constant training until she couldn't move a muscle.On most days she was running on potions and at one point needed three nights bed rest then it was back to training.

Her improvement was painful.

Physically and magically.

<<<<<<Hogwarts Express>>>>>>>

Historia leaned against the window in the empty compartment,Onyx inside her robes sleeping his warmth comforting to her sore muscles.Spinning the gold pen in her hand she stared blankly out the window watching sons and daughters hug their families goodbye, a stab of jealousy coursed through her.

She had never known what it was like to be loved by a family. Historia had Toff yes, but her Uncle only ever shown her how to dodge a kick or swing a blade. Leaving her to heal herself.Never looking if she had died of blood loss, hes never shown compassion or pretty much anything else but anger.

Historias gulped down a few potion the heal any bruises and sore muscles it could.Her mood was sour.Head was pounding and the noise coming from the people around laughing and screeching weren't helping.Her lack of sleep the nights before formed faint dark circles under her hazel eyes.

To make things more upsetting for her, she couldn't find Harry anywhere on the train making her feel more lonely.So she stuffed the pen securely in her robes and tried to try to catch on some sleep she was deeply lacking.Using her robes as a blanket she covered herself. Banished in the comforting darkness.As she was about to drift off to sleep the compartment door slammed opened.She growled in the back of her throat.And prepared to yell at anyone who disturbed her.

"Sorry but the other compartments are full."

She shot up pulling off her robes at the familiar voice,Onyx hissing in displeasure."Harry?"

He was smiling greatly,"Historia!!! Its good to see you again,"he said hugging her, squeezing Onyx in the process causing him to hiss Harry backing away in realization.

"Oh!!Sorry Onyx!!"He said as the poor snake peeked out from under her rodes glaring at him with his yellow eyes hissing.

When Harry was fussing about nearly suffocating Onyx. Historia stood there taking in that she had just been hugged,she only ever been hugged by Toff but this was new to her and she kinda liked it.She laughed her sour mood gone now that her friend, her very first friend was here.

"Its alright Harry."

Closing the compartment door they both sat and began to chat.Harry asked about the wizarding world and about if certain creatures were real.Which Historia was more then happy to share everything she knew, she liked the way Harrys eyes would light up in interest.Onyx at some point had made his way out of her robes and snuggles pleasantly around her neck.

Somewhere in the middle talking about vampires,the door had slammed open causing Harry to jump Onyx quickly slither into her robes and Historia sneer look at the intruder.

"You need something?"Her voice showing her displeasure.She got a good look at the intruder.A filthy boy at least their age with wild red hair and freckled face.And from what Historia can definitely tell wore hammy-down rodes.

He seemed to not notice her tone.

"All the other compartments are full so could I sit hear?"

Before Historia can answer no, Harry had answered a delighted sure and she huffed crossing her arms. Luckily he sat on Harrys side of the compartment.

"I'm Ronald by the way.Ronald Weasley."He said smilling,hold out his had to her.

She stared at the hand for a moment before sighing and shook his hand.

"Historia. Historia Moon."

Weasley and stuck his hand to Harry introducing himself hand again.

"Ronald Weasley."

"Harry.Harry Potter."

And for some reason he stared a Harry wide mouth.Harry squirmed in his gaze.

"Y-your Harry Potter!?"

Historia looked at Weasley in disliked confusion,"Yes, that is his name.Whats wrong with it?"

He looked at her so quickly she thought he broke his neck,"This is the Harry Potter.You know, The-Boy-Who-Lived!!!"

"Huh?Boy-Who-what?"

The red head didn't even answer her, but went back facing Harry with excitement.

"Can I see your scar?!"

Scar.

Her mind went back to when Ollivander had mentioned a scar.

This question seemed to disturb Harry the most that he flinched going unnoticed by the Weasley when he reached out to move his bangs himself.

Seeing him flinched angered her that in a flash she stood and grabbed his wrist pulling him to face her.

"Hands to yourself,Weasley."

Onyx noticed his owners anger causing him had slithered out for all to see. Weasley paled at the sight of the snake,but it didn't last because he turned a bright red and pulled out of her grasp.

His anger didn't bother her but stared at him with anger of her own. Shes gotten mad before, but not like this.Not to the point she wanted to snap this boy in two.

"Can't you see that your bothering him, Weasley. Now tell me, what do you mean by Boy-Who-Lived? And what scar?"

God this red-head has the nerve t-

"He means this,"Said Harry lifting his bangs revealing a lightning bolt scar.