Ok, I won't be writing this disclaimer again so listen closely and know that it applies to the rest of this story. The only things that belong to me are the plot, Evelyn and some other made up characters. The rest belongs to the oh so wonderful J.K. Rowling who the whole world should bow down to because she is a queen and if you don't like Harry Potter... Well, shame on you. You need to sort out your priorities. What else... Umm constructive criticism is highly welcomed and appreciated and thanks in advance for reading. That's it I guess so enjoy!
A small girl with big, doe like, pale green eyes fell through the barrier between the two platforms and landed heavily on the floor, her already huge eyes widening further as she did so. Seconds later a huge metal trolley also fell through and landed on top of her with a deafening crash, scattering her belongings all around her. She gasped in pain and then lay still in shock.
The whole platform stood still, everyone silently looking at the unfortunate girl. After a few minutes a kind looking man with messy black hair, emerald green eyes and round glasses looked around and then stepped forward to help the girl up, first picking the trolley off of her and then helping her to her feet. The girl then snapped out of her stupor and looked up at her rescuer gratefully.
"Th-thankyou sir." She whispered blushing wildly before shying away from him as she saw the crowd watching her. The man smiled warmly at her before turning to to look at the rest of the platform meaningfully which suddenly bustled into life, the people only stopping to glance at her occasionally.
The man turned back to her and smiled at her again. "Are you ok?" He asked her with concern before seing her nod and moved onto his next question. "What's your name?" She mumbled something incoherently, "I'm sorry, what was that?" He strained his ears to hear her better.
"Evelyn Fraser-Reiche sir." She said shyly in an odd accent. "Who are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"My name is Harry Potter. Where are you from?" Harry asked her curiously. "You have an odd accent." She nodded.
"It does sound pretty strange, I'm originally from Ireland but we moved to America when I was 10."
"And you have no idea who I am?"
"No... I'm really sorry."
"No need to be.." He grinned "it's quite refreshing, someone not knowing me. My wife's a quidditch player you see, my family gets quite a lot of attention from that." He told her, deciding not to mention the stuff about being the chosen one. "anyway, you look new here, you're not a fist year are you?"
"No, I'm just starting... Ummm... 6th year?" She said thoughtfully, sounding a bit unsure. "I'm transferring from Salem."
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed in surprise "The Salem institute? I know of there. And you're a sixth year? I thought you were younger, my son's starting his sixth year too today. He can help you around if you like." He turned back to his family who were watching them converse from further down the platform. Evelyn meanwhile, turned back to her trolley and started to load all of her belongings onto it.
"Umm thanks for the offer Mr potter, but i think I can manage on my own. I don't want to burden anyone." She told him reluctantly, the truth was she'd love for someone to show her around but everybody had their own problems and besides, her father had always told her people didn't want to hang around with a socially incapable little weed like her.
"Nonsense!" He cried, "come on, and please, call me harry." he grabbed her newly packed trolley and pushed it towards the huge group of people waiting for them, Evelyn reluctantly followed, fearing the herd of people that awaited their arrival.
"James!" Harry addressed a painfully gorgeous, tall boy with a messy mop of black hair like his fathers and warm, chocolate brown eyes. "Come over here."
James sauntered over full of confidence and pride, occasionally winking at a few girls as he passed by. "Yes dad?" He smirked.
Harry rolled his eyes. "James this is Evelyn," he gestured to her "she's your age and starting Hogwarts this year. She's from America." James turned to look at her for the first time and gulped, his eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed pink slightly.
"Ummm..." He cleared his throat and shook his head a bit. "Hey Evvy," he said, his confidence back in full swing and his smirk once again plastered onto his face "I must say it is an absolute pleasure to meet you." He said flirtily, holding his hand out.
"James." His father warned shaking his head at him. James rolled his eyes at him but turned back around to Evelyn with an apologetic look.
"Sorry, truthfully though, it's nice to meet you" he said genuinely. Evelyn took his hand reluctantly and shook it.
"Um you too." She smiled shyly, quickly retracting her hand and looking back down at the ground.
"So you're from America? You don't really sound American to be honest, hang on are you Irish? You sound Irish." He shouted excitedly, she nodded slowly. "Yes! I knew it! Anyway, is it nice in America? What's the food like? I didn't even realise there was a magic school there! Where were you taught? Did you go to that Comicon thing? Was it fun? Hang on if you're American what are you doing at Hogwarts? Are you transferring? How cool! Hang on what state are you from?" He questioned eagerly all in one breath before looking thoughtful at his last question as if he thought he should have asked that first.
Evelyn just stood there with her mouth slightly agape, looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Suddenly a female voice shouted across the platform.
"Harry! James dear! 5 minutes till you all have to be on the train!" They all turned to see a woman with bright red hair waving them over.
"Umm, Thankyou Mr Potter, for your help. Uh maybe I'll see you around James... Bye!" She said quietly before wheeling her trolley off to the train.
Harry and James looked on in amusement as she stood next to the open doorway with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to the side in contemplation before going around to the front of the trolley, lifting the front bit of it onto the train before going around it again and lifting the back of the trolley above her head and successfully tipping all of her many bags and trunks into the luggage car on the train. She then let the trolley fall and pushed it behind her, wincing apologetically as it crashed into someone's owl before standing back and dusting her hands off, looking genuinely proud of her handiwork. She then went further down the train and hopped on board, disappearing through the doors.
"James," his dad told him "don't tell her that there was a conductor to do that for her". James just shook his head in amazement. "Come on, let's go say bye to your mother." James nodded before running over to the red haired witch giving her a peck on the cheek and running back away shouting his goodbyes over his shoulder before following Evelyn at a run.
"Harry?" Said the red head.
"Yes Ginny?" He replied looking at his 3 children jumping onto the train.
"Who was that, the girl that James followed like a puppy just then?" Ginny asked with a smirk.
Harry sighed worriedly. "That was Evelyn Fraser-Reiche."
She gasped. "Fraser-Reiche? As in..." She looked at her husbands nod of conformation before wringing her hands in concern. "Oh the poor girl!"
"We're doing all we can back in the Auror office, but we need the help of the American authorities before we can go any further... However it seems they don't want to reply to my letters, or they are not getting them." He murmured darkly.
"Well hopefully this gets sorted soon, we can talk more at home. Look the train's leaving!" She mumbled, plastering a huge smile onto her face.
"Ok." Harry agreed, doing the same and waving at his children as they disappeared into the distance. Just then he spotted something on the ground and walked over to pick it up and chuckled to himself as he pocketed it.
In his rush to follow Evelyn, oldest son had dropped his wand. He shook his head in amusement, he was sure his old transfiguration professor would have a good laugh about this.