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The first of September was as crisp like an apple, as the Potter family bobbled across the road towards Kings Cross Station. James began to resume the argument he had started in the car, much too his parents dismay. "I won't. I won't be in Slytherin!" Albus said for about what felt like the hundredth time that morning.
"James, darling, give it a rest would you?"said Ginny who was about at the end of her patience.
"I only said that he might be" said James ginning at his younger brother, but James caught the look in his mother eye and kept his mouth shut, only chancing cocky smirks at his brother when she wasn't looking.
Once there were deep inside the station, James took the trolley from his mother and broke into a run heading straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Before he had even caught a glimpse of the train there was a scream and a loud thud as his trolley came to a sudden halt. Unprepared for the quick motion change, he went flying, thankfully, landing on something soft. As he opened his eyes and the world came back into focus, he could see his mother standing over him, looking quite angry. Standing in front of her was his brother Al. He was biting his lips down, trying not to laugh.
"James!" She was using that tone of voice that meant he had really done it. At the same time she spoke, he heard another voice just below him say "Do you mind?" When James didn't respond the voice got louder "Get off me!" As his dad seemed to be thinking faster than him, he put out a hand to help him to his feet and off the angry stranger. James could see that a crowd had now formed around him. People were pointing and laughing at the sight that lay before them. James quickly let go of his dad hand and spun to face the person whom had caused him to crash.
"You should bloody well learn to look where you're going!" James roared. The person on the floor was a young girl. She had very long black hair, and a pale face. Her eyes were a massive contrast to the color of her face and hair, standing out with a brilliant deep blue color. She looked familiar to James, but he knew he had never actually met her before. The girl was attempting to get up from underneath the trunks that where plied around her.
"Well you should really learn to walk properly before try your hand at running!" she snapped just as loudly back at him. "What the hell are you on about? I walk just fine thanks." James hissed back at her. She rolled her eyes as she struggled with a rather large trunk, "You don't have to run though the barrier like a loony to get onto the platform. You can just as easily walk. Would save everyone the trouble of being ran over." She had finally freed herself. Her head lifted up to push her black hair out of her face, then she gestured over to the barrier. "Just as those people have just demonstrated," She began angrily brushing herself off. James and the rest of his family looked over to the direction she had pointed, only to see his aunt and uncle and their two kids, Rose and Hugo make their way through the Barrier.
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" his uncle Ron asked, as him and the rest of his family made their way over towards them. "James got knocked on his butt." Al sniggered, clearly pleased that fate had gotten his brother back for teasing him. Ron burst out laughing, as did the rest of the family. James, even with his very red face, joined in as well. The only ones who weren't were Harry and Hermione. They were both staring curiously at the girl in front of them, eyes wide. The laughter began to fade as Hermione walked up to the girl, a very unusual look on her face. "It can't be…" she whispered.
Harry took a few steps forward as well, blinking furiously, as if he didn't believe his own eyes. "Hermione, it's not her," he said reaching out to grab Hermione's arm. "Let me guess," the girl started, crossing her arms over her chest, looking indifferent. "Bellatrix ." At this the rest of the Potter and Weasley family stared at her, their mouths open. "Mum what's going on?" Rose asked, reaching out to hold onto her dads arm. "Oh my goodness…" said Ginny, her hand covering her mouth as she got a good look at the girl that was now being gawked at. The girl, who now looked very uncomfortable, lifted her head a bit higher and repeated, "Bellatrix.
I look like her, and judging by the look on your faces you must have known her." "Yes you do, and we did know her." said Harry, still staring at her in disbelief. Ron muttered, "Unfortunately," under his breath. "Then I'm sure that you are very aware that she died 19 years ago and I'm just 11. I think we can all work out the math, so you can all stop gawking at me like I'm some kind of science experiment." She finished sharply. She seemed to be trying to look angry, but her eyes gave her away how uncomfortable she was. She began picking up her luggage, "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a train to 's been a real pleasure." She gave James a sarcastic smirk before walking towards the train to begin putting up her things.
"And I had thought I had seen everything." Harry Potter said, staring after her still in disbelief. "Must be some kind of mistake, mate. A mere coincidence." Ron said, clapping him on the shoulder. Hermione gave him an exasperated look, "She looked exactly like her Ron! They could have been twins! That's no coincidence. It can't be." "Well I don't see what-"Ron was cut off by Ginny clearing her throat. "Now, not that I don't just love seeing you three back at it, but I do believe that there is time for this conversation another time. You know, maybe after we've gotten all of our children on the Hogwarts Express?" She was looking directly at Harry as she spoke. "Of course, Dear. Come on kids! Let's get you all sorted and off to school.
" Albus had flinched at the word sorted, and was looking very anxious again. "Still worried about which house you're going to be in, huh Al?" He said clapping his brother on the shoulder as they made their way to the train with their belongings, "Don't worry! Every single person in our family ever has been in Gryffindor. No pressure or anything." Al opened his mouth to retort back, but he was cut off by his father. "James that's enough." He said in his 'you better end this right now or I will' voice. "Take your brother's things for him will you. I want to have a word with him.
" James rolled his eyes, but did as his father instructed. Harry placed both of his hands on his youngest son's shoulders and crouched down so they were at eye level. "Now, what is all this worrying about? There is no need to be nervous. Hogwarts is amazing! I wish I could get on that train and come along with you." Albus sighed, "It's just… what if I… what if I'm not in Gryffindor like the rest of our family? What If I'm in a different house? What if the sorting hat puts me in Slytherin?
" Now it was his dad's turn to sigh, "Albus Severus Potter. You are named after the two bravest men I have ever known, and one of them was in Slytherin." Albus tried to fake a smile, but he really wasn't all that comforted. "But, if you really want to be put in Gryffindor, the sorting hat takes your word into account." "Really?" Al asked, actually smiling now. "Positive! Now," He said as the train whistle blew signifying that it was about to depart. "Give me a hug quick!"
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