Ty;; alright...this is a new idea I thought of FOREVER ago and so I started to go with it and wrote a bunch of random stuff for this story and then I wrote this chapter and decided that this is where I should start and finally decided to post it :] I hope you all like it :]

Disclaimer;; I do not own Harry Potter (i.e. the movies and/or books) or any Harry potter characters. As of now, I only own Abigail (the character I 'designed')

Ty;; now on with the story...

Chapter One: Alone

Alone: separate, apart, isolated from others, unique, unequaled, unexcelled, solitarily, solely...

She clutched her legs tightly to her chest and starred at the empty wall before her. Why she was brought here, she hadn't the slightest clue. They sent her parents away and kidnapped her-or at least that's how she saw it. It was all a big shock; she didn't have much time to react. She was terrified though, that was for sure.

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"Abigail," her mother shrieked from downstairs. "Abigail, you have to get out!"

Her head shot up the second her mother's voice reached her ears. She was looking over some of her notes from her last four years of school. She hated the fact that most people came back to school from summer break and completely forgot all they had learned the previous year. "Mum?" she shouted back in fear.

"Get out, Abigail!' her father's voice shouted from the doorway."They're looking for you!"

"But what's going on? I don't understand," she shouted back as her father began collecting her belongings and shoving them into her trunk.

"Everything will be okay. Just trust me and leave. Someone will come along and explain."

"Where am I supposed to go? I haven't any friends from school!" Tears began to form in her eyes at this realization. It never bothered her before. She never had a reason to go anywhere but home for the holidays.

"Dumbledore has a place for you. You're going to hide somewhere and someone will find you. They'll know where to find you, okay?" After gathering as much as he could, he turned to face her. She could see the pain and fear in his eyes. "I love you, Abigail. Please, be careful and try to stay safe. Trust as little people as possible."

Her eyebrows furrowed at his last words, but she ignored them for the time being. "I love you too, Daddy."

"Jim!" her mother began to shriek followed by a bang.

"Go into my office," her father instructed. "Grab the can on my desk. It will take you where you need to go." She nodded in understanding. He handed her her things and led her into his office. "We love you, don't you ever forget that." She nodded again and her tears begin to leak down her face as she grabbed for the can and was sucked through time and space to an unknown destination.

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"You're Abigail, right?" she heard a voice come from the door on her left. She nodded in reply, but didn't dare look to see who was talking.

"Why are you here? You're a Slytherin," another voice came, but it sounded more disgusted than the first voice.

Her head snapped up in the direction of the voices and her cold blue eyes sent daggers at the three gingers in the doorway. She recognized them from school. The twins, and the youngest boy, which was in her year. "I didn't exactly have much of a choice," she snapped at them with her hoarse voice. It was easily noticeable that she had been crying.

Not many people had known about her blood, and she knew better than to admit it when she had been sorted. She seemed to get along fine where she was placed, but she knew that she didn't truly belong. She was a muggleborn. It hadn't been until a few weeks into term her very first year at Hogwarts when people began to notice.

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"Who are you're parents?" Pansy questioned one day at breakfast.

"Well...erm..." she hesitated and squirmed in her seat.

"What do they do?" Flint asked, becoming suspicious.

"Erm..."

"Are your parents even wizards?" another Slytherin asked. She looked down at her plate full of food and instantly lost her appetite.

"I have to go," she mumbled and grabbed her belongings and ran out of the Great Hall in embarrassment. Tears fell down her face and she had no idea where to go. No one would accept her now. She just wished she could leave. She had no reason to be here. She didn't belong.

"Abigail?" A male that hadn't been through puberty quite yet asked as he headed towards her.

"Yes?" she mumbled as she tried to hide her tears.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked as he looked at her more closely than she would have cared for.

"Nothing. Just go hang out with those gits you call friends."

"Er...what? Abigail, talk to me."

"Nothing," she let out a sigh and walked away leaving the poor boy to stand there in confusion. He would know soon enough that he didn't really want to be her friend. Who would want to be friends with a mudblood anyways?

Ty;; okay, so I'm gonna leave it off there for now. Please review and tell me what you think. I'll try to write up chapter 2 and update as soon as possible. Reviews and alerts will definitely help motivate me to do so, by the way. So, if you got into this chapter a little review and/or alert and the update will be up sooner :]

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