Thanks for the reviews. I am combining chapters thanks to a reviewer's idea that I think is great.
Chapter 1: Leaky Cauldron
It isn't until I stop and gasp for breath, I realize the problem (or lack thereof.) I was running for no reason. It wasn't following me. I notice a big, black dog bounding out of the bushes as I feel myself collapse into a world of darkness.
I smell bacon. Mmmm. Good, fatty bacon is just what I need. When I look around, though, I no longer know where I am. All that I know is that I have to get out of here. Fast.
Wandless, I creep from the plaid couch I am laying on, and make my way to the door. Bad move. There, a boy with nice, shiny hair watches me. He was between me and my exit. Letting out a yell, I tried to make my way past him. Bad move, number 2. He looks at me strangely. "Hello."
I scowl. As, I can see the wand sticking out of his pants, I am thrilled that at least he's a wizard. Is he the sort of people I want to make friends with in my first trip to London? Is he the werewolf I was running from? Why am I here?
"Do you want some bacon?"
"Um… no? More importantly: Why am I here? Who are you, and where the hell am I?"
"You are here because I brought you here when you were running from a certain werewolf. By the way, stupid move, there. I am Sirius Black, your rescuer. You are in Mrs. Potter's house. Who are you?"
"Callia. Callia Anderson." I stifle a laugh. Excuse me, Mr. Prince. You have a lot of big-headedness. "I am from New York."
"Why are you here?" Suddenly, his voice was guarded, and not at all at ease. Confused, I look around. No, he was definately talking to me...
"I can't tell you." I look at my feet. I am not allowed to tell anyone. If I tell anyone, my life will be ruined again. "I am entering school next month, though, if that's any relief."
"No." He won't look at me. Shocked, I stare at him. What's wrong?
"I would tell you if I c-" My voice was gone again. Dammit. Not again. Why? I motion to my throat. I can't talk. Not for another hour, at the least. This always happens. Ever since I screwed up in Singapore.
He must've understood because he looks at me funny and says: "Are you in London alone?" I shake my head, thinking of my two triplets Cala and Tate. "Then you better leave. You don't want to keep them waiting." Or maybe, he doesn't understand. Maybe he can't understand. Maybe the three of us are always going to be outcasts and freaks. I hope I don't ever see Sirius at Hogwarts.
I leave the house, making my way to the Leaky Cauldron, where I know I'll find Cala and Tate waiting anxiously as they do everytime I don't come home. Ever since that one time...
Once at the Leaky Cauldron, my sisters bombard me with questions. Where was I? Who was I with? Am I okay? and more stupid stuff. Alright, so they are worried, but I can take care of myself. For the most part.
After Cala blew our secret in Australia, we were shipped off to Singapore, then New York. The big Apple. Whatever. And there, I made my way into the hearts of many, and our lovely little problem was unable to be spoken. By me, anyway. So unable to tell anyone, my job was a lot easier: Protect Cala and Tate with as much force as needed. After all, I am the oldest, dammit.
I am cool with that, though. I totally understand that the youngest gets their way. Of course they do. Still, shouldn't I get the most attention since I am the screw up? Dammit. Somehow, Cala got into my mind. I let my guard down. Shaking herself from my thoughts, she whispers "Is that really how you feel?"
I storm out of the room, going somewhere, anywhere, from here. Into Diagon Alley? No, too obvious. London? Too dangerous. Where can I go? How will I possibly leave them when I get to Hogwarts? We are all together in Godric Griffindor's house. Dammit. Surrounded, like always. Between body guards, sisters and random citizens, I am never alone. Never.
I sit down, not even making it outside of the dining area. Ordering a butterbeer, I look around for someone I know. Seeing nobody, I sit quietly, guarding my thoughts: watching what I think. At least tomorrow starts our first day at Hogwarts.
Once inside the train, we search for a spot. Nobody is willing to share with three identical triplets. That's interesting. Everywhere else we go, we are always followed by questions. I am beginning to like this school. At least the anonymity of it. Finding a compartment empty, we sit in it making small talk.
"What's wrong with these people? Why couldn't we sit with anyone?"
"Gee, I don't know. Maybe because we don't know anyone? Maybe because we look different? Maybe because of our American accent?" I list off the possibilities.
Just as I stand up in order to make our trip pleasant with some chocolate frogs, a boy jumps into our apartment. He's probably in our year. He has messy black hair from the back of his head. He turns slowly to face us.
"Can I help you?" I toss my reddish-blonde hair over my shoulders. He looks at us, shifting his glance every few seconds.
"Who are you?"
"Je- Callia Anderson. And these are my sisters Cala and Tate," I say, pointing at them respectively. "And you are..?"
"Prongs! What are you doing-" As a boy jogs into the compartment, I gasp. It's that big ego-ed Sirius Black, and he is surrounded by another boy. "Have we met?" He stares at me.
"I'm Callia," I whimper. This is not good. Not at all. I hoped I wasn't going to run into him, and here in the train, I am. Damn.
"Oh yeah. You're the one who-" He looks at the other boys behind him. The one with the messy black hair raises his eyebrows. "Yeah."
Cala looks at me, curiously. I forgot to tell her. She is the baby, so she gets to know everything. As Cala's eyes tear up, I realize I forgot to block my thoughts. I can't stand her being mad at me, but she can't cry in front of a crowd. No, because then we can talk freely. Oops. My bad.
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