Having a mother that was a death eater isn't easy. Everyone thinks my mom will hurt them, but she's changed. She's not the deranged murderer she used to be. She's funny, caring and constantly worries what people think of her because of her past. People fear who my mother used to be. Who could blame them? My mother was Voldemort's right hand woman, Bellatrix Lestrange.
Walking through the train station full of muggles is easy. Walking through a train station full of witches and wizards that hate and fear my mother? Not so easy. I try not to look at people as my mother and I walk towards the train but I know all eyes are on us. My mother tried to convince me not to bring her with me to the train station but I wanted her there. I'm not ashamed of my mother and I never will be. She's not only my mother she's also my best friend. Holding my head up high I say my good byes to my mother and make my way onto the train knowing full well that everyone is watching me.
Finding an empty carriage I slip inside and close the door behind me, leaving the staring eyes behind. A let out a huge breath that I didn't realise I was holding. Standing on my tip toes I haul up my large shabby brown suitcase up into the luggage holder. I almost buckle under the weight of the suitcase but suddenly it's as if the suitcase is weightless. I feel a presence near me and I can smell the most amazing scent I've ever smelt it smells like a mixture of expensive cologne and pine. I look up and see two large tanned hands holding my suitcase and pushing it into the luggage holder. I turn around to see the body and face attached to the large tanned hands.
The first thing I see is a white fitted shirt showing a perfect sculptured body. I look up through my eyelashes and see the most beautiful boy on planet earth smiling down at me. My belly becomes infested with butterflies and heat zaps through my body like a lightning bolt. His dark green eyes sparkle like emeralds are lined by thick black eyelashes. His full lips are turned up into a huge smile and I can't get the image of me kissing those lips out of my head even though I know it will never happen. I don't know how long I stand there staring at him but it feels like it's been hours. After what seems like a century I'm pulled out of my trance by the sexiest low voice I've ever heard. 'Hi I'm James Potter'
I stare at him shocked. James Potter. Harry Potter's eldest son. I finally find my voice and stutter a reply 'H-hi I'm C-courtney Lestrange.' I focus my eyes anywhere other than his face not wanting to see the same disgust in his eyes as other peoples. My head snaps to him when I hear his reply and I can't believe his reply 'Nice to meet you Courtney Lestrange, mind if I share this carriage with you?' No one's ever stuck around after they find out my last name and who my mother is. So why the hell was James Potter, the son of the man my mother tried to kill not looking at me in disgust?