Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble-- A Next-Generation-Harry-Potter Tale.
PART I: Faded
Chapter 1: Rose, Platform Nine And Three Quarters
This is Part 1 of the Harry Potter story I'm writing: It's written in the POV of a bunch of characters, some of which who are mentioned in the end of the series, some of which who aren't. I hope you like it! I'm still working on Part 2. Don't be intimidated by the 18 chapters, they're incredibly short.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns about 95% of these charries, except for the 5% I made up. I just like to play with them and make them be my puppets. PUPPETS! Mwahahahaha! *laughs maniacally*
Rose Weasley
Platform Nine and Three Quarters
I, Rose Weasley, stood at the platform, my neck craned. My dress was white, which I thought might show off what little tan I had to its maximum. We lived in a mostly wizarding community, so I barely ever got to wear Muggle clothes. I rather liked them, as I did many muggle things. My Muggle CD player-radio was carefully packed, along with several of my Muggle CDs. My Hogwarts robes were carefully folded in my trunk, which Mum was carrying. Hugo stood behind me, looking at the people with his eyes larger than saucers.
It was my third year at Hogwarts, and Hugo's first. Dad was off working at the ministry with Mr. Shacklebolt and Uncle Harry, so he couldn't come to see us off. Mum was there, though. She was wearing Muggle clothes too- sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
"Mum, mum, it's the Potters!" Hugo squealed all of a sudden, pointing. I saw Aunt Ginny, her beautiful red hair flying back in the wind as she held Lily's hand. James was in fourth year, and Albus in mine. I blushed as he looked our way and grinned. Many girls had crushes on James and Albus. Not that I did... they were my cousins! I did admit that the whole messy-hair and glasses thing really worked, though.
"Lily!" Hugo said, running forward to meet her. Hugo had a crush on Lily, cousins or not. It was kind of cute, actually. They both had the Weasley red hair. While Hugo was tall, Lily was short. Hugo was freckled, Lily wasn't. Lily and Hugo were both already changed into their Hogwarts robes. They were already whispering about the sorting.
"Rose!" a voice called from behind. It was Dominique and Victoire Weasley. Dominique was entering fourth year. I knew James had a crush on her, and was most likely to ask her to the Hogwarts ball coming up this winter. No one was actually sure that the ball would happen, but all the rumors suggested it was likely. I was doubtful anyone would ask me.
Dominique was tall and pale-skinned. She was beautiful- one eighth veela. Her hair cascaded in silvery blonde waves down to the middle of her back. Her cheeks were always perfectly flushed. She took after her mother in looks and rather in personality, though some of Uncle Bill's disposition seemed to have rubbed off on her. She was quite sweet most of the time, even with the haughty-sounding French accent.
Victoire, who had graduated from Hogwarts two years ago, was also beautiful, though in a different way. She was still tall and pale. Her hair was cut shorter, to about halfway between her shoulders and elbows, and drawn up in a loose bun. The hair color was different- more of a solid blonde, and tints of red could also be found in it. Victoire took much after her father, she was very businesslike and hoped to get a job at Gringotts this year ('til now, she'd been working at Uncle George's shop, Weasleys Wizard Wheezes). Victoire was actually very cool, and had been my babysitter when I was little.
"Hi!" I called to them. Then they found some of Dominique's friends and hurried off.
I stood again, waiting for the train and wondering if I'd ever find some of my friends. Then I caught a glimpse of green hair. "Liz?" I called hopefully. The figure turned around. "Rose!" she cried. "I've been looking all over for you!"
Liz Finnegan was a fellow Gryffindor, daughter of Seamus Finnegan and Lavender Brown. In a crazy outburst during second year, she'd dyed her hair green. Her mother hadn't been happy, but for the sake of Ireland her father had let her keep it. Liz was just like that- spontaneous, wild, and crazy. She liked to break the rules. She was quite the tomboy, all sharp angles and spiky hair, but had a crush on Albus Potter. Her eyes were green as her hair, her features petite but smiling widely. Her brother, Benji, had graduated just last year and was trying to get a spot on the Ireland team.
"Liz! Have you seen Quelle or Roxanne? Or Lu?" I asked, beckoning her over to where Mum, Hugo, and Lily were standing.
"No, but- ELLE! IS THAT YOU?" Liz shouted into the crowd. At once I spotted her. She blushed and came over. "Gosh, Liz, you don't have to be so loud," she said, waving her arm slightly so her mum could find her way to her. Quelle (or Elle) Bones was the daughter of Susan Bones, and her father had left the family before she was born, after learning Susan was a witch. Elle took her mother's last name. Quelle was dainty and pretty looking, studious, brown-haired, and slightly mousy. She had a diary she wouldn't let anyone else read, though it drove the rest of us crazy. She was also in Gryffindor, though she might have been in Ravenclaw. She was a whiz at most subjects but couldn't fly to save her life. She was pretty much the opposite of Liz.
"Rose! Liz!" she said in greeting, each of us earning a hug. "Where's Roxanne and Lu?"
"I don't know," I said worriedly. "Knowing Roxi, she'll be late. But I haven't heard from Lucy since the thing with her mother this summer. I do hope she's all right."
"Rose? Elle? Liz?" a voice said. We turned around and found Roxi! Roxanne was glamorous, cocoa-skinned, sarcastic, and gorgeous. Boys tried to get her to notice them almost as much as Dominique. Her father, George Weasley (Married to a lady named Angelina) ran WWW and so she always had a good trick up her sleeve and was quite the prankster-- almost as much as her twin brother, Fred. Fred looked almost nothing like her- he'd inherited his father's pale skin and freckled skin, with a mop of bright red hair. Roxi was a beater on the Gryffindor team. She was tough, glam, and supportive. She always had a shoulder to cry on. She wanted to be some sort of fashion designer or something when she grew up. Her hair was twisted up in this sort of elegant knot I instantly envied.
"Hey, guys!" Lucy said, running up. "I've been looking all over! There you are! Mum and Dad are with Molly, who's a prefect this year and is being exceedingly boring... hey! You've still got the hair!" she noted to Liz. Lucy's parents and older sister were somewhat boring, her parents working at the ministry and her sister who was supposedly now a prefect. Lucy was a little odd sometimes, probably because she occasionally hung out with Sola Newt, but she was a true friend. Her hair was strawberry-blonde and soft. She was slightly plump, but everyone saw past it. It was just Lucy-plump.
"How's your mum?" I asked gently. Her mother, Audrey Weasley, had suffered a bad case of Spattergroit that past summer, which was highly contagious and occasionally fatal.
"Better," Lucy said. "Oh, here comes the train."