Sitting, sitting and more sitting is what you were doing in your typical American suburban neighborhood. You were sitting on your wide windowsill, looking out across the lined up houses on a warm summer evening, the window was open and a light breeze was going through your long blonde hair. Children were playing soccer or football in their front lawns while their parents were coming home from work to a nicely made dinner.
You stared off into the distance, the usual calming summer sounds rising as the sun disappeared, the children laughing, the car doors shutting and the tree frogs had an almost calming affect.
Stars were beginning to form in the light sky and you looked off in the distance to see a plane flying wait a minute - that was not a plane, planes dont have wings that flap, or beaks for that matter. You slowly put your legs over the window sill so your legs dangled off the side of the house as the bird flew in closer. It was an owl; it was rather rare to see an owl in such a populated place so you were quite shocked.
"What in the world?" You squinted your eyes as the owl came in close enough to see a letter tied to its leg. The bird flew up next to you, flapping its wings and hooting. He looked at you and then down to the note. "For me?" You asked and then you thought to yourself, I just talked to a bird, A BIRD He hooted so you untied the string around his ankle and took the envelope carefully.
He continued to stay midair as you looked the note over. It was, in fact, addressed to you which you thought what absolutely insane since for one thing, you never get letters from anyone (you were an e-mailer) and for another thing, you got one from an owl.
After a soft hoot, you felt a sharp peck on your arm. "OW!" you said and unfortunately fell backwards into your room off of the windowsill and hit the floor hard. The owl was obviously pleased by this for he gave a wink and then flew off. "Stupid owl!" you scowled and sat up, rubbing your spine.
"Is everything alright in here?" Your aunt Jules opened the door, wiping her hands on her apron, her hazel eyes searching the room curiously.
"Yeah." You winced and slowly stood up, holding the note in your hand.
"What's this?" she asked and walked over to you, pointing to the letter in your hand.
"It's a letter." You shrugged and handed it over to her. "An owl just dropped it off."
"An owl?" She inquired and you massaged your spine. "How strange." She turned the envelope over and noticed some sort of crest keeping the envelope together. "You never get mail."
"I know - that's what's so strange about it." You stood next to her, looking over her shoulder as she examined the envelope. "And the fact that an owl just dropped it off is kind of freaking me out."
"Wait a moment, your mother got a letter like this when she was eleven-"
"But I'm fourteen."
"But you were supposed to get this letter when you were eleven. You were in Russia though on that trip." She said and smacked her hand to her forehead as she realized what it was. You on the other hand were left there confused.
"Well, what is it?" You bounced on your toes, took it from her and opened the envelope. She put a hand to her lips and smiled at the shocked look on your face when you read the first sentence of the letter aloud, "Dear Guinevere Jesley, staff and students would like to congratulate you on your acceptance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." You looked up, your jaw slightly open, an eyebrow cocked. "Wha-what in the world is this?!"
"You-" She began but clicked her tongue and closed her mouth. "Well, you see-" It seemed she was having extreme difficulty. "You're a- a witch." She finished and you dropped the letter onto the ground, your jaw along with it.
"I'm a what?" You asked and raised your eyebrows. She walked forward and put her hands on your shoulders, "A witch." She kissed you on the forehead and you felt your knees bend under the utter surprise of being a witch.
Your eyes rolled back in your head as the room began to spin. "Guinevere, are you al-" Your body hit the ground with a hard thump.
"Guinevere, sweetheart, are you awake?" you blinked your eyes open a few times.
"Tha' musta been one hard fall." Said a low gruff voice. You looked up to see your aunt and some giant man with lots of hair leaning over you.
"Oh my gosh." You said slowly as you looked at the giant man. "Who-in the world-are you?" He stood up straight and gave a hearty laugh in which you took the time to get up and hide behind your aunt.
"I'm Hagrid." He said and held out a hand that was surprisingly about nine times as big as your own.
"Who is he?" you whispered to your aunt, looking at the giant's hand with foreboding.
"This is Hagrid." She said and held a hand in his direction.
"He already said that, I mean who is he? Or, what is he might be a better question." You said and she laughed and stood up, wiping her hands on her apron.
"He is the groundskeeper at Hogwarts." She answered and Hagrid's chest puffed out quite considerably.
"Hogwarts?"
"O' course, Ms. Jesley!" Hagrid gave a slap on the back which almost threw you to the floor. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! The best wizarding school there is and every will be. Run by good Professor Dumbledore!"
As he spoke you just watched him with an open mouth, what on earth was he talking about? Wizards? Witches? This man was obviously off his rocker.
"Guinevere," your Aunt took you by the hand. "You're a witch."
"I'm a what?" you asked and felt yourself wanting to faint once more.
"No, stop it." Your aunt snapped her fingers in your face and you shook yourself out of it. "Such a drama queen." She said to Hagrid and you stood up straight, hands on your hips.
"I am not!"
"Are too." Aunt Jules said and you growled low in your throat.
"Well, can you really blame a girl? Her aunt and some large buffoon-"
"You be polite!"
"-are telling her that she is a witch. If I were a witch I would have a crooked nose, a wart and a cauldron to cook little children in." You said and folded your arms. There was a long pause and then your aunt spoke.
"We can arrange that." She looked to Hagrid. "I'm sorry. I truly didnt think it would be this difficult."
"Tha' alright, Ms. We'll just have do some convincin' is all." He said and held out his hand. "Take me' hand." You looked to your aunt in question.
"Go ahead." She said but you just stayed put. "Put your hand in his."
"No." you said. "I have no idea who this man is."
"His name is Hagrid."
"Alright, then. I know his name but nothing else." you looked at his hand as if it were a piece of scum. He wiggled his finger which gave his hand the impression of scum with worms and that didnt help much either.
"You're parents were magic-" Hagrid began but your aunt cut him off.
"Are magic folk." She gave him a fleeting look and then held your hands. "Guinevere, your mother and father were going to tell you but-"
"But they were sent off to Africa." You finished with a sigh. "And I Russia." You and your parents worked with different countries, exploring the environments and taking notes. Since you and your parents were sent to different locations, you hadnt seen them since you were very young. They often traveled without you and would send you letters from time to time on where they are or what they were up to. Just last year you had gotten back from Russia. "They're," you swallowed hard. "Magic folk?"
"And so are you." Your aunt Jules smiled.
"Now, keep it in yer mind that you'll be a little behind in all." Hagrid said. "Hogwarts normally begins at age 11."
"Great, I just found out I'm a witch and already know my fate as the class idiot." You groaned and stood up.
"Sweetheart, you'll be fine- great! You'll be great!" she jumped up and you gave her an odd look.
"You're just happy to get rid of me, arent you?" you joked. She laughed and wrapped her arms around you.
"I'm going to miss you so much!" she let go and walked over to your closet, took out your suitcase and plopped it on the bed. "Now start packing. You have a lot to do in a couple of days."
"What's this?" you asked Hagrid as you sat at your kitchen table the next morning. The school supplies list was in your hand and you looked at the necessities in question. "What's that? Why do I need a cat, owl or toad? A cauldron? Are you kidding me?"
"Slow down, Guinevere." Your aunt came over with a kettle of steaming tea.
"Thankyeh." Hagrid smiled and put a few sugar clumps into his tea. His huge fingers couldnt fit in the small handle so he wrapped his hand around the cup. "So what were yeh questions?"
"What is all this stuff? I dont think they sell this kind of thing in Target, let alone America." You furrowed your eyebrows at the mention of a wand on the list. Aunt Jules handed you a cup of tea and you took a slow sip, still gazing at the list.
"Tha's right, Guiny." He patted you on the back, making you sputter and cough on your tea. "Where going to have to go shopping."
"Where?" you asked.
"Yer a curious one. Just like yer parents." He gave a light laugh and dabbed at his eyes for a moment.
"What's the matter?" you comforted and put a hand to his shoulder. He looked up to your aunt Jules who instantly began to speak.
"Hagrid, um, is just very proud of you, sweetheart." She patted you on the back.
"Well, thank you, Hagrid."
"You look just like them." Hagrid looked at you and fat tears welled up in his eyes.
"Who do I look like?"
"You have his brown eyes." He sputtered and all of a sudden a loud crash came from behind. You looked to see Aunt Jules had dropped a plate.
"Oh!" you got up and ran over to assist. "Are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah. I'm fine." She looked to Hagrid and widened her eyes. He curled his lips over his teeth and looked down ashamed. "Well, you two should probably be going to Diagon Alley any moment now." She said dismissively, wiping her slender hands on her apron.
"Yer right." He stood up, still wiping his eyes with his sleeves.
"Dont worry Hagrid." You patted his large arm. "It's all going to be okay." Whatever you just said, you had no idea.
"Yer a sweetheart." He smiled through his beard and a light cough came from Aunt Jules.
"So you're going to be staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight and leaving tomorrow morning to catch the train." She explained to me. "That train leaves at 11:00 am sharp, if you miss it - you can't get another ride. No dawdling in the morning, got it?"
"Yes, Aunt Jules." You said and she kissed you on the forehead. Her kind eyes became wet and steamy as she wrapped her arms around you.
"You keep safe and write me as much as you can." With one more kiss on the forehead, Hagrid had your hand in his and in a pop, you were gone. Everything you saw was a blur, your bellybutton felt as if it were being pulled in the wrong direction, everything felt as if it was trying to suck you in, you felt lost and then you felt the ground.
*~*~*~*
"What on earth was that?!" You asked and caught your balance.
"That was apparating, Ms. Jesley. Something you will learn in your sixth year, I believe." He laughed and picked up your bag.
"I wouldnt be too devastated to not learn that." You said under your breath as you walked along the dingy London street. "So this is London?"
"Sure is."
"You can shop for cauldrons and wands in London but not in America? No wonder I've always wanted to live here." You laughed. "So what shop are we going to first?" No answer. You looked up to Hagrid who seemed to be occupied in finding a store or something.
"No, that's not it." He mumbled under his breath.
"Um, Hagrid?"
"Ah! Here we are." He pulled you in front of a shabby building that looked as if it had been out of business for more than fifty years. His hands were on his hips and he gazed at the building in some sort of pride or prosperity.
"Yeah, it's, um, great." You said, trying to see the beauty in the moldy building.
"Guinevere Jesley, are yeh ready to embark on the greatest thing ye've ever seen?" he asked and you nodded.
"Yeah, sounds good." You were doubtful at the look of the place. It was like someone looking at a cardboard box and calling it Versailles.
"Let's go." He took your hand and opened the door. You expected to smell mold and rat droppings, you expected pigeons to fly out, you expected for a rafter to fall on your head resulting in a concussion. But what you expected was not all what you truly saw. It was quite a warm place, a fire was lit and shabby tables and chairs sat around. There was a nice bar set up with many people seated, talking to one another and laughing.
The bartender was a short, stout man talking to one of the customers while washing out glasses with a dirty rag. There were a few women sitting by the window in chairs, drinking some wine and chatting. A few young men sat at a table, playing poker with cigars in their mouths.
"Nice place, idn't it?" Hagrid asked and you laughed nervously.
"Yeah."
"How do you do, Hagrid? Pull up a chair." The bartender yelled and with a waft of his hand, a chair appeared. You jumped back and put a hand to your mouth.
"How-how-how did he do that?!" you asked.
"Thanks, Barnaby but I've got some things ta do." Hagrid said and waved a hand.
"Whose the young girl wicha?" asked a man, who you assumed was one of his friends.
"Well," he put an arm around your shoulder. "This is-"
"Guinevere Jesley?" a woman asked from the bar and you looked at her.
"Um, yes?" All of a sudden the entire bar went into frenzy, people gathered closely around, gazing at you. Moving, your hair to see the scar at the back of your neck, trying to lift your shirt to see the scar on your back as well. You put a quick hand over your heart-where the other scar was- not wanting anyone to lift your shirt up there.
"It's amazing. No one 'as seen yeh for years!" a man with a few teeth missing said.
"Where 'ave yeh been, lit'l girl?" a woman asked and tugged at your jacket.
"Isn't she a beaut?"
All of a sudden you felt like some animal on that Crocodile Hunter show. You wouldnt have been surprised if someone were to yell CRIKEY.
"Well, we have a lota thing ter do, so if yeh dont mind-" Hagrid began, took your hand and began to move through the ground without finishing his sentence.
"Good bye!" they all yelled.
"Good luck in school! You show 'em!"
Wow you thought to yourself. They all have some major problems.
"Wasnt that nice?" Hagrid said, a little bedazzled as he closed the door to the shop. Yelling from well-wishers could still be heard.
"I, um, guess so?" you said and shrugged. "Why were they practically attacking me and trying to see those scars I got? They're no big deal- I fell of my bike when I was five."
"Yeh." Hagrid agreed and fanned his face with a large hand. "No big deal." He took out a twelve inch stick from his jacket as we approached a brick wall.
"Do we have to climb over that?" you asked in panic. Rock climbing was something you were never very good at. For one- you didnt have enough muscle and two- you were afraid of heights.
"No, o' course not." He began to tap the bricks with a stick.
"I wish I knew that trick." You laughed and all of a sudden the bricks began to separate. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Diagon Alley." He presented with a hand.
"No way." You shook your head back and forth at the town. "No way. This is too cool!" It was indeed. There were a million little shops- all in different colors. Along with the shops were the people- so many people walking around in different clothing- cloaks.
"Let's see that list." He took the list from you and looked at it. "Ah, let's get all yer books firs' and then we can get yer cauldron."
"Okay." You shrugged for you had no preference. He walked through the crowd of people and into a shop without a straight line in it. Shopkeepers were busting about with high stacks of books in their arms; you were almost run over by a man running for a shelf and had to move quickly to the side to not be hit. "Hagrid! Where are you?" you yelled and Hagrid appeared from behind a bookshelf.
"Over here!" He waved his arms yet you were still stuck in a crowd of books and people. "Come on then, let the girl through!" In a matter of minutes, the crowd dispersed and you walked over to Hagrid.
"Thanks, I didnt think I'd make it out alive." You laughed.
"Alrigh', here are some books." he had about of ten.
Some? Some books? you thought to yourself. Great, now I match the insane shopkeepers.
"How did you find them so quickly?" you asked, looking along the spines for the titles.
"Lots'a practice is all." He puffed out his chest proudly as his book finding skills. You nodded awkwardly in the moment of silence. "Let's buy 'em now." He pulled you over to the front counter, cutting off about five people making their way over with one stride.
"Will this be all today?" said the man at the register, his eyes being magnified about fifty percent more than normal with his glasses.
"Yes." Hagrid answered and the man began to ring everything up. "I was thinkin' after here we would go fer a wand, what do ya think o' tha'?"
"Sounds good."
"That will be fifty galleons and two sickles." Said the man you looked at him oddly.
"Do you mean fifty dollars and two cents?" you asked and he stared at you blankly and then looked to Hagrid. "Hagrid, I havent any money."
"That's righ'." He went into his pocket and pulled out a sack that jingled. "I already went into yer vault at Gringotts, hope ya dont mind." Since you had no idea of what Gringotts was and had no recollection of ever owning a vault, you were fine with it.
"Doesnt matter." You shrugged. He paid and took the large paper bag.
After walking through even more crowds you opened a ringing door in a grungy, dusty building with Ollivanders written in cursive on a sign.
"This is the best wand shop there is." Hagrid said as you walked to the front desk.
"I'm beginning to question your taste in buildings, Hagrid." You joked as he rung the bell on the desk.
"Anyone here?" Hagrid boomed through the shop. Silence.
"Sure is quiet." You said but just then someone jumped up from behind the desk. The sight you saw made you scream. He had wild white hair, wide icy blue eyes, extremely pale skin.
"Sorry, must have just fallen asleep. Sure is dark in here." He walked over to a window and opened the curtains. He really shouldnt have- this only illuminated the dusk particles in the air. "How may I help you today?" Mr. Ollivader swept himself behind the front desk.
"She's here for her first wand."
"Your first wand, eh? Aren't you a little old for your first wand?" he asked, looking right beside you. It was as if he was trying to find your eyes but couldnt. You looked down on the floor to see a pair of spectacles.
"Are these yours?" you lifted them up.
"Are what mine?" he squinted his eyes so you placed them gingerly on his ears. "Oh! Oh, yes! I guess they are mind. From time to time I forget I even wear them!" he gave out a laugh and then his eyes fell on you- his smile faltered and his chin began to quiver. "Good gracious me." A shaky hand went to your cheek. You looked to Hagrid in concern. "You-you're-you're here."
"She sure is." Hagrid beamed.
"Nobody has seen you for years." He lifted your chin to meet your eyes. You were a little scared of what was going on. "Where have you been? Oh, this is indeed a joyous day!" Many specks of dust caught the light of the air, fell in-between you and Mr. Ollivander, almost making it a magical moment.
"Not to rush yeh along, Mr. Ollivander, sir, but I do believe we're lookin' for a wand." Hagrid ushered him and he nodded.
"Right, you are, Hagrid." And gave you a light wink and went into the back of the shop. "It's a shame that you're werent here to see this glorious day take place." He fingered boxes, looking for a particular one.
"Yes, they're currently in Africa." You yelled to the back of the shop. He paused and looked over to you.
"I thought they were -"
"In India!" Hagrid barked. "Yes, many people thought they were there but they were just recently transferred to Africa." Mr. Ollivander gazed at him curiously and then looked away, going back to business as if Hagrid had given him a reassuring nod.
"I wish they could have made it but I'll just write them." You shrugged, touching a few things on Mr. Ollivander's desk. Mr. Ollivander seemed slightly disturbed by the way you spoke of your parents, he kept dropping boxes to the floor. "Are you alright, Mr. Ollivander?"
"Yes, just fine." He said, a high squeak in his voice. "Just a little tired." You watched as he came back over, a good pile of narrow boxes in his arms. With shaky hands he opened the first box. "Now, this one is made of crushed rose pedals, dove feathers and a pinch of fairy dust." He handed the wand over and you took it. "Wave it here." He stood a book on his desk.
"Okay." You said and waved the wand towards the book. The book flew from the desk all the way to the back wall, knocking a shelf of wands over. "Sorry! I really didnt mean to."
"That wand is no match for your power." He shook his head, put the wand back and threw the box behind him. "Now, this one. The hair of unicorn, the scent of raspberries and a touch of spring water."
"Odd combination." You said and waved it at a new book. It didnt do anything.
"I never knew why they put this stupid thing on the market. It's only useful for idiots." He put it in the box and threw it over his shoulder. "This one, perhaps." You pointed it at the book and the book just fell over. "I thought that one would have worked. It's either you're too strong for the wand or the wand just doesnt fit you."
"Sorry." You said meekly and looked to Hagrid who gave you a wink. Mr. Ollivander looked at the boxes, shaking his head back and forth.
"None of these." With a whoosh of his arm across the desk, all the boxes fell on the floor. "Wait a moment." His eyes lit up and he opened a drawer in his desk, pulling it so hard it fell to the ground. He stood up, eyes wide with anticipation, hands shaking. "This one." He licked his lips excitedly and opened the box. "Hair of a mermaid, blood of unicorn-"
"Blood of unicorn?" Hagrid said with panic in his voice. "No- you can't do tha'."
"-Mahogany wood smoothed by the flame of Dragon." He handed the wand over, his voice rising. "The power of evil yet the goodness of heart."
"Mr. Ollivander, do you think it wise?" Hagrid asked hurriedly but when the wand was in your hand, all sound seemed to drown from the room. It was just you and the wand. You held onto it tightly as the color around you became golden with specks of pink- the air was warm and calm.
"I think it's the one." A distant voice said and you were pulled back into the world once more. Mr. Ollivander stood happily, hands on hips. Still holding onto the wand, you paid and left the shop.
"We best put it in the box." Hagrid said while on the street, still doubtful at the wand. "Dont want anyone to think yer attacking them, eh?"
"Yes." It was hard to let go of the wand, almost felt as if you were close friends- with a magical stick.
"Why dont you go look around and I'll get everything else for ya, how about that?" Hagrid suggested and you nodded. He walked off down the way and turned into a shop. It was strange being alone in a place where you had no idea of where you were. You didnt know anyone so you just kind of moseyed along; looking in windows curiously at the strange things they were selling. The candy shops especially made you question the stores: 'Succulent candied tongues', 'Fruity bats'. Gross. you thought.
*~*~*~*
You kept walking and looked in on a pottery store. As you looked inside, you couldnt help but notice what was going on next door. There was a crowd of boys your age looking in on a window, yelling and cheering.
"That's the best bloody thing I've ever seen!"
"That's wicked!"
"I should go speak to my father, I'll have one this year for Quidditch before any of you could say a word about it."
Quidditch? In your curiosity, you walked over and saw what they were all looking at- a broom. This disappointed you. A broom? Great, one more thing to help Aunt Jules do chores with.
"What's so exciting about a broom?" you asked over the noise. The boys all turned on their heels and looked at you. They were all in the same outfits, cloaks with Slytherin embroidered on the right breast pocket of the uniform.
"What's so exciting about a broom?" the one in front repeated. He looked at you with a smirk, his icy blue eyes smiling, looking you up and down.
"Yeah." You said. "It's just a broom."
"Just a broom?" one of the boys asked.
"Do you all have hearing problems or something?" you spat. "Yes, it's Just a broom!"
"This, my dear girl," the one with the eyes began, "Is the best broom ever to come on the planet." He seemed to be the leader of the pack.
"Does it sweep well?" you asked and they all boomed with laughter.
"Such a girl." He said.
"Excuse me? The only reason that I dont care about your precious broom is that I just found out I'm a witch." You put your hands on your hips. "And I dont appreciate the mocking and saying that I dont understand because I'm just a girl, you sexist pigs." You argued.
"O-ho!" they all said and laughed.
"She's a tough one, isnt she?" one boy laughed. He was a fat one.
"If you just found out that you're a witch, then what school are you going to be attending?" the leader asked.
"Hogzits." You shrugged, you couldnt quite remember.
"You mean Hogwarts?" he asked and you nodded. "That's where we all go. What year are you?"
"I'm fourteen."
"Fourth year." He looked to all his friends who had pleased grins on their faces. "We're in fourth year."
"Well then. Hopefully not everyone in our year is like you." You smirked.
"They aren't, unfortunately." He said. "Names, Draco by the way. Draco Malfoy." He held out his wand which was extremely pale.
"Hi." You shook his hand.
"And your name is?" Draco asked.
"Guinevere, Guinevere Jesley." You mocked him with the same tone. All the boy's jaws dropped and Draco's smug smile also did.
"You're-you're Guinevere Jesley?"
"There you go with the questions again. You really need your ears cleaned out." You said.
"But, what happened to you? Everyone thought that you were a legend or a ghost or something." He looked confused, a wrinkle formed on his forehead.
"I guess not. I'm here aren't I?"
"Yes you are." All of a sudden he seemed more smitten with you, looking you up and down all the more. "You know, you are quite the catch." You stood awkwardly and a yell came over the crowd.
"Guinevere! Come on, then! Need ta get yeh checked in at the Leaky Cauldron." Hagrid waved a large hand.
"Coming!" you said.
"Dont tell me you know that oaf." Draco said, looking at Hagrid in disgust.
"He's nice." You shrugged.
"But he's the stupidest git I've ever met."
"If so, looks like you learn something from him." You smiled. "I best be off. Nice meeting you all." You turned around but Draco yelled after you.
"Oi!" you turned back around to see Draco snap his fingers. That instant something appeared in your jeans pocket and you took something out- a note. You looked at Draco curiously as you unraveled it. It was a picture of two stick figures- a boy and girl- labeled as you and him. And they were kissing.
"Oh, please." You ripped it into shreds and stomped on it. Draco's smirk never faded which was kind of strange but you walked away.
"You just wait, Guinevere Jesley. You'll love me." He yelled after you and you just waved your hand dismissively as you made your way to Hagrid.
*~*~*~*
Three urgent knocks came at your door the following morning. "Wake up call!" said a voice from the other side of the door.
"Thank you!" you yelled, rolled out of the four poster bed and went for a shower. After you were finished you came out, towel dried your hair and dressed. You put on a pair of jeans, tennis shoes and a Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt. In a matter of minutes you were in the car for your ride to the train station.
"Sleep well, miss?" the driver asked as he started driving.
"Yes, very well." You answered and pulled out a book from your purse to start reading. The car ride was quiet and about an hour long. The car came to a stop and you put your book in your purse and stepped out into the sunny day.
"Let me get you a trolley." The driver walked over to a vacant trolley and brought it over.
"Thanks." You said and he helped you put everything on the cart.
"Now, here is your ticket." He took a ticket from his jacket pocket. "The train leaves at 11 sharp; you have about fifteen minutes, but make sure you make it." He said.
"Okay, thanks." You took the trolley in one hand and pulled it along into the train station. Never had you been in a train station but it was quite nice. There were a lot of people walking around with their own trolleys. They all looked as if they knew where they were going or at least looked as if they belonged. I felt like a colored pencil in a crayon box.
"Alright." You looked at the ticket. "Platform 9 ." A sign pointed to platform 9 so you followed the arrows. "Must be in between 9 and 10." You hadnt ever been on a train, you thought it was normal.
As you walked along, you found platform 9. "Aha!" you walked past it and soon hit platform 10. "Oh crap." You looked at your ticket once more, it said 9 . "What in the world?" you walked in between the two, pacing. A clock above said it was 10:55. "Great, I'm going to miss this train because it doesnt even exist!"
"Dont you just hate muggles? Stupid people always crowding the station as if they own the place." You turned around to see Draco Malfoy walking your way towards platform 9. As much you hated to ask for his help, you did.
"Hey!" you yelled and ran, trolley rolling unsteadily behind you.
"Yeah?" Draco's blonde head turned around and his eyes lit up when he saw you, his lips went into a smirk. "See you've changed your mind."
"Yeah----no." you said and looked around. "I'm looking for platforms 9 but there doesnt see to be one."
"I'll show you where it is for a price." He said. You didnt like the sound of that.
"Just show me where it is."
"For a price." He sang and you sighed.
"Fine."
"You have to kiss me."
"Yeah, maybe in your own world." You joked.
"Fine, I'll just go on my own then." He walked away.
"Wait! Come on, I can't afford to miss this train!" you said. "Fine, I'll kiss."
"Promise?" he asked.
"Promise." You said, hiding your crossed fingers behind your back.
"Alright, all you need to do is run through that wall, there." He said and you looked at him skeptically. The barrier was made of brick.
"And crack my head open?"
"Trust me."
"You better not be lying." You breathed in.
"I wouldnt lie for a kiss." He smirked. "I'll go first." You moved out of his way and watched as he ran for the barrier, hoping he would crash into it and hurt himself. Unfortunately that didnt happen. He went straight through.
"Whoa." You said under your breath and after a few seconds you ran for the barrier and went straight through it into another world. It was amazing. You were in front of a beautiful Victorian train the Hogwarts Express. "This is amazing."
"All aboard!" the conductor yelled and you went through the crowd to see Draco waiting for you. You ran past him and up the steps, he was close behind you.
"Want to come sit with me?" he asked and you shook your head, no.
"I was just going to find my own compartment and read." You shrugged.
"What about my kiss?" the train began to move and you fell forward slightly into him.
"Um, about that." You lifted your crossed fingers.
"You git!" his eyes seemed to fire up.
"Sorry." You said, no sympathy in your voice.
"Oh, Draccums!" a high pitched voice sang from a compartment down the way. A pug faced girl skipped towards Draco and wrapped her arms around his neck, smothering his with kisses.
"Besides, looks like you're quite occupied." You began to walk away and heard Draco and the girl go into a compartment. As you walked along, you looked into different compartments to see they were all full. "Guess I'm a little late."
You took another step and all of a sudden felt pain on the back of your neck, where your scar was. "Ow." You put your hand there and then the pain streaked to your back. "Crap!" it then went to your chest. "Not now!" your breath became short and you felt yourself falling, falling, falling and all you saw was darkness.
"Is-is she okay?"
"I dont know."
"Should we call 9-1-1?"
"No, Ronald! Sometimes I wonder how you didnt get held back."
"Hey, if she ends up dead- I won't say I told you so."
"Here's some ice." You felt a freezing ice pack on your head and your eyes instantly fluttered open.
"She's alive!"
"Ron, why dont you go call 9-1-1."
"Shut up, Hermione. It was just a suggestion."
"A stupid one."
"Guys, shhh." Another voice said. I looked up to see three faces looking over me. It was an odd site really. There was a girl curly light brown hair, a boy with red hair and freckles and another with dark hair and green eyes. "Are you okay?" said the one with green eyes.
"Yeah." You sat up shakily; your face was damp with perspiration.
"I was walking from the food cart and saw you on the ground." Said the red headed one.
"He screamed like a girl." The girl laughed.
"Shut up."
"No you shut up."
"Guys!" said the dark haired one. "Hi, I'm Harry."
"Hi." You nodded.
"I'm Hermione and this is Ron." Said the girl with a smile. She was very pretty.
"I can introduce myself, thank you." Ron spat, folding his arms.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, ignoring Ron. "We heard a thump outside- you must've fallen down pretty hard."
"Yeah." You rubbed your head which was throbbing. Your hair stuck to your face and you pulled it up.
"What's that on your neck?" Ron asked.
"A scar. I fell off my bike when I five- I also have one on my chest and one on my back." You sighed and they all looked at one another. "My aunt says that I fell into a briar patch." Hermione sucked air in between her teeth, "Ouch."
"That's got to hurt." Ron said. Harry hadnt said anything but just looked at you curiously.
"What's your name?" He asked and you shifted in your seat.
"I'm Guinevere Jesley." You said. "Sorry, forgot to introduce myself. How rude of me." All of their jaws dropped.
"You're Guinvere Jesley?" Ron asked and you nodded.
"Jiminy cricket!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I knew it." Harry said under his breath.
"So you have those scars?" Ron asked.
"Yes, from falling off my bike." You repeated. He must be a deaf one as well. you thought
*~*Rest In Results*~*
"Where have you been?" Hermione scooted over closer to you, pushing Ron out of the way.
"Well, I was in Russia." You explained. "You see, my parents are very into the environment and they got me into it so they are currently in Africa. They travel the world and I can't remember the last time I saw them-"
"But I thought they were-" Ron began.
"Ron." Harry shushed him and shook his head.
"What?" Ron asked. "I thought they were-"
"For deforestation." Hermione finished quickly and Harry sighed from relief.
"But-" Ron began but Hermione stomped on his toe. "OW!"
"No, Ron. Remember the Josley's were for deforestation." Hermione laughed nervously. "Not the Jesley's. Ron likes to read the paper a lot."
"Oh, how nice." You smiled awkwardly.
"So why did you fall down?" Harry asked, moving onto another subject.
"Well I get pain sometimes at the location of my scars, you know." You explained. "Sometimes it a little unbearable." Harry nodded and looked down. As his hair fell from his forehead you saw a scar. "Did you fall off your bike too?" you asked.
"Huh?" he looked up.
"What happened?" you pointed to his scar and he licked his lips nervously.
"I-I-" he began but just then the door of the compartment opened.
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