Authors Note: Here is chapter one revamped. Again!

Author: theherbflower

Story: Of Flowers and Emerald Eyes

Chapter One: Introductions upon the Hogwarts Express.

Disclaimer! I own nothing! don't shoot me Mr. Copper!

London, England.

August 31st 2016 (AN: Don't know, don't care)

Sunday 20:56

The night was crystal smooth as I looked out the balcony window of my bedroom unto the gardens below. My stomach was in pits of excitement, tomorrow I was going to be leaving this god awful place. Tomorrow I would be leaving for school, and not just any school a school by the name of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and heaven help me I was excited. Though it was suffice to say that my parents were on the opposite end of the spectrum, they were furious and disgusted. You see, my parents were the type of people who only care about status and wealth. They were both members high up in the British Aristocracy and Parliament; they both hate anything and everything abnormal, weird and simple; they sought the ritzy life style and perfection. So adding a daughter who was a young witch, well that didn't fit too well with them. They were both infuriated with me, so much so that I fear the day that I'll have to return to this place.

They had confined me to my chambers, told everyone that they knew that I was going to a boarding school over in the states and treated me more or less like some filthy cockroach that overstepped its boundaries in their lavish and over priced lifestyle. I was more than happy to be leaving this place tomorrow, even if it is to a place I'd never been or more or less thought of before. Anywhere on this planet was better than here, and good god was I ecstatic to be able to leave. It was a dream come true, a way out. An escape hatch that I was taking even if it led to heartbreak, to anything because anything was better than this. I'd never have to see they're angry condescending faces everyday; the cold hard glares that were chalk full of malice. I could go off and make friends that weren't sons or daughters of other equally as rich and snobby lords and ladies. I could go and just be myself and no one in the world would care because they wont be those stuck up snobs.

I mean sure, they kept me well fed and watered. They couldn't possibly send me of to school malnourished now could they? A servant was sent three times a day to deliver a meal, and it wasn't as if I actually wanted to eat with any of them and they're ridiculous formalities. To me it was all a bit waste of time; a waste of energy; and a waste of intelligence. And tomorrow I wouldn't have to deal with they're stupid crap anymore. I have spent the last eleven years of my life dealing with this crap. Though part of me was sad, I mean after all you are supposed to love your family right? Everything used to be fine back when my real father was alive, but he died in a car crash some five and a half years ago. My mother remarried to Lord Tomas Wellington and soon presented me with a brat half sister named Elizabeth who hated me as much as I hated her. She was stuck up, snob nosed, whiny, irritating, and self centered. My mother adores her, the favorite daughter I'd say. Mother turns a blind eye to me, I'm nothing more than an eyesore. Elizabeth loved to make me get into trouble for everything, and I mean everything.

I sighed from my post at the window and moved over to my bed where I unceremoniously plopped down. I guess I don't have much of a story to tell, my father is dead and I live with my evil mother, stepfather and half sister. I've got hazel eyes and long golden hair that falls into messy ringlets down my back. Music and Ballet are my passions; art my expression of soul. I am way too bloody short for my age and have an overwhelming obsession with the color green. I love anything and everything to do with music, art, and cooking. My father told me once before he died that art was the expression of one's soul, and you could never go wrong with it, no matter what. I climbed back up from my bed and stood before walking into the loo where I looked up into the mirror while turning on the taps and splashing my face with a refreshing blast of cool water. I gazed at my reflection and cringed at the mass of freckles I had splattered across my face. While I was most assuredly not like those stuff shirts, I did hate those god damn blasted little marks. I mean I swear, someone could mistake me for having some horrible skin condition. Ok well they're not that bad, but still I do hate the little things.

Deciding that there wasn't much else to do, that I'd go to sleep. And which after I walked back over to my bed; curled up in the warm blankets, I did.

.o.o.

The morning came with large streams of brilliant golden sunlight splattered across my face. I sat up quickly and looked over at my alarm, the time read 07:00. I was up considerable earlier, as the train left the station at 11:00. I knew for a fact that I'd already packed everything that I could want or need for the year. I rose from my sunbathed bed and stepped into the loo to take a shower. When I'd finished some half of an hour later I ran a brush through my hair and stepped out into my room where I'd put on some clothes for the day. I picked out the normal green flower pattern skirt, a green tee shirt with a flowery peace sign on it and a pair of my moccasin shoes. I brushed my hair and waited for it to dry into its normal messy spiral curl state. After they appeared I did a double check of my trunk and as I really did have very little still to do, walked over to my looking glass. I put a couple of pins in my hair to keep my curls form my face, picked up my trunk and bag before sweeping out of the room.

It was 10:35 when we arrived at the station at Kings Cross. My mother and stepfather were walking sullenly behind me with nasty sneers smeared across they're pompous faces. They of course spent all the money they possible could so that I would leave well represented just in case if anyone were to ask. My mother stopped abruptly just before I was about to go through the barriers of platform nine and ten. She had that horrible look on her face as if she were dealing with that filthy cockroach again. She turned to me and glared darkly at me, as if I were really that piece of vermin that she detected. I sighed and let her start her rant, the same one that I'd been hearing for days, most likely the same one I'd be hearing until I was of age to leave.

"If I were you, I would not even dream of coming home for this Christmas. You will stay at that little freak school of yours with all the other little freaks. Do you understand me?" she spat out at me while shaking my shoulders hard and reforming the bruises that were still there form her last bashing.

"Yes Mother."

"You will wait at the café up the street on the day of your return home. Someone will be sent along to fetch you."

"Yes Mother."

"And you will be on the kitchen staff this summer for all of the money I've spent on you and your schooling understand? You will however be expected at the social occasions and engagements as you will keep up name and status. Are we understood?"

"Yes Mother."

"Good. Now get out of my sight." she barked at me as she and the Lord swept off.

I rolled my eyes heavily as I stepped though the barrier at platform nine and three quarters. It was like walking through air, even though there was a large barrier of brick around me in theory. The sight upon my eyes as I stepped onto the platform was magnificent with its large scarlet steam engine waiting for me to board. I roughly carried my heavily laden trunk onto the train. I panted slightly and started to heave it up the steps when someone that was oh so nice plucked it right up out of my hands and pulled it on for me. The boy who had come to my rescue had harsh red hair that fell into his eyes messily. He then motioned for me to come along with him. We walked to an empty compartment and he loaded my truck up into the luggage rack before he turned around to me and smiled all the while sticking out his hand.

"Hello. The name is James." he said with a smarmy grin lighting up his face.

"Umm. Heather." I smiled at him before I stuck my hand into his and shook.

"Well Heather, I hope to see you in Gryffindor House. If not perhaps sometime else." he grinned at me before turning to leave. "Thank you James." I told him, the smile never leaving my face.

"Oh your welcome my dear little Flower."

"Um… Flower…"

"Oh sorry." He blushed. "it's a bad habit I picked up with most of the people I know having flower names. None of them actually do let me get away with calling them that though. My little sister's names Lily and my cousins name is Rose… and I have a friend in Gryffindor House named Tulip, its bunch really."

"Ok. Well still, thanks for the help."

"Your Welcome." he smiled at me again before leaving.

I sat down on one of the burgundy seats and smiled. I was leaving this town and hopefully it would be a good and oh so happy goodbye…

.o.o.

It must have been about fifteen minutes later that the compartment door opened again and a boy roughly my age walked in. He had long white blond hair that was slicked back to his head with a haughty expression on his face. He looked over at me disdainfully and simply asked as if regardless of my answer if he could sit in here.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?"

I smiled courteously. "No, not at all…"

"Thanks. The name is Scorpius. Yours?"

"Heather." I told him with yet another smile.

He smiled back. "Your smile is infectious."

"Aww shucks doc, thanks." I said as I felt my cheeks warm up.

"Well I'm going to guess that your name suits you as you do look like a walking talking flower."

"Um… thanks." I rolled my eyes. "Yours suits you well to. Strange, slightly haughty, but nice."

"Are you calling me strange, haughty and nice?" he laughed, a smirk picking up on his face. "What a truly strange combination."

And again I rolled my eyes. "Maybe…"

"Right. Its actually a family tradition on my fathers mothers side of the family. We all have names to do with Greek Mythology and the Constellations. My grandmother was Narcissa, a name derived from Narcissus. I had a cousin named Sirius after the dog star, another named after the star Regulus and an uncle Orion. My fathers name was taken from the dragon constellation." he stopped after this, his face going slightly pale.

"Draco?"

"Yeah." he nodded.

"That's pretty cool. S'one of my favorite constellations. Though I do have to say that my favorite would be Orion."

"Really? I've always liked Bootes personally."

"That's cool."

"So, are you a Muggleborn?" he asked while reaching into his satchel for something.

"Well that is what the lady told me when she came and handed me my Hogwarts letter."

"That's really cool. I've always wanted to meet a Muggleborn. Not that you are any different though." he tossed me a piece of candy form his bag.

"Thanks." I replied looking at the odd colored wrapper. "So then I take it that you are from a Wizard family?"

"Yeah. I come from the Malfoy line, though you'll soon learn that we aren't the most well liked. And I cant really blame most people for that."

"Why?" I asked opening the candy which turned out to be a butterscotch and popped it into my mouth. "You seem nice."

"Eh." he sighed with a shrug. "Bad politics and all that."

"Oh. Ok." I smiled.

"What's your last name?" he asked while leaning his head to the side. "So far I only know that you're a Heather.. Gorgeous flower by the way, mum has them growing outside in the garden."

"Um Winchester, Heather Winchester."

"Like the rifle?"

"Exactly."

"Hot stuff." he laughed. "Interesting choice in name. A flower and a gun. Your parents must be intuitive. So what house do you want to be sorted into?"

"I dunno what the houses are to be honest." I told him my cheeks growing warm again. "This kid helped me earlier said that he hoped to see me in Gryffindor. But other than that…"

He grinned at me cheekily.

"Well there is the most noble House of Gryffindor, known for those who are brave, daring, and bold. The esteemed House of Ravenclaw for those who are quick-witted and intelligent at heart; The mighty House of Hufflepuff known for all those who are loyal and just; and then there is the wonderful House of Slytherin, known for those who are all prejudice jack assed purebloods. They are the self centered ones of the lot." he finished with a large smile. "And those my dear, are the Houses of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"So I'm guessing you don't like Slytherin House too much."

"My whole stinking family has been in Slytherin house, and quite frankly my dear, I do not wish to follow in they're footsteps. I'm actually quite hoping for Gryffindor myself." he smirked. "It might show those bloody grandparents a thing or two."

"So I can see." I told him with yet another smile.

"So where do you think that you'll be going?"

I bit my lip and turned up my face in concentration. "Well I wasn't that smart or witty, so I am most definitely not Ravenclaw material; I don't think I'm that cunning or self obsessed so Slytherin Is out too…

"Well I'd feel safe to put my bet on either Gryffindor House of Hufflepuff."

"That's cool."

"So what's it like to live with the muggles? Is it cool? Fun?"

"Well if you have nice parents I'm sure it would be cool or fun. Mine are a bit prejudiced and they're really peeved that I turned out so in they're words 'Abnormal'."

"Its they're loss." he grinned at me, his smarmy attitude a bit strong. It was then that a Witch carrying a whole load of sweets on a trolley opened the door. I honestly wish that I'd brought some money, though if I did I bet I'd gain like an extra twenty or something along the like.

"Wicked!" Scorpius cheered at me. "I'm starved. We've been talking for so long I swear I'm going to go spare without anything to eat." he chuckled heartily, digging in his pocket for something and then emerging with is coin bag. "Want any long?" he asked with a grin.

"Oh no." I waved him off. "I'm not hungry in the slightest.

Of course it was then that my stomach decided to give a loud, large and hearty rumble.

He just rolled his eyes at me.

"Alright then, I'll have two of everything…"

AN: Haha! It has been revamped!

Cheerio!

theherbflower