~Awakening The Mind~
Chapter 1: Off to Hogwarts
Here I go, I thought, after the years of relentless waiting, I, Rose Weasley, am finally off to the magical realm only known as Hogwarts. Standing in front of the windows from within the Hogwarts Express made a ceaseless grin spread upon my face, even when the distance between my parents grew even more prominent with each waking second. I could only imagine the surprises in store for all of us, being first years and all. My heart pounded inside my chest with the new excitement of the fresh adventures that awaited me in this dream- felt just like magic.
Would I have many adventures like Dad, Mum or even Uncle Harry at all? Of course I would, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I had an adventure in store. Though, I feared the exploits that lurked in that mighty fortress could have a lofty probability of death, or worse expulsion from that remarkable school.
All the numerous hours of practicing spells in the midst of Mum to get me ahead of my classmates would have been for nothing if I got expelled. Dad constantly told me to do well, to be similar to Mum, or I would be sent to a muggle school to remain in excruciating suspense to fully comprehend how to function a mechanical pencil instead of my familiar ink and quill that waited for me in my trunk.
The throng of the most recent first years filtered away from the transparent windows of Hogwarts Express. Comprehension flooded throughout my body, leaving my ivory skin tingling to the point of uncomfortable tremors. Mum and Dad were behind me now and there was no turning back. I have never been away from them for such an extensive amount of time.
My hand rested delicately on the windowpane in the hall of the coach, close to the exit which allowed the winds to thrash around my scarlet waves continuously as I stood staring out the window in the corridor. The landscape flew past me at incredible speeds, the colors blending to a harmonious animated portrait which would be a familiar spectacle after I reached Hogwarts.
My visions of the fleeting scenery were short lived. A yank on my new Hogwarts skirts conveyed my mind to return to my normal state of consciousness. I gazed down to see a homely house-elf at my knee. This house-elf looked like the eldest in the train with unfathomable wrinkles encircling his face like snakes and the fickle gait he held beside me. While the younger house-elves gave students snacks, this one was not; I was accurate to presume this house-elf was responsible for the others.
"Koons needs to tell Miss to sit down," he started with an abrasive voice which was feeble and faint, "Miss needs to find a seat in one of the cabins or Koons will not get supper." The house-elf, whom I figured was named Koons, gazed up at me with his huge eyes pleadingly. I performed a curt nod and left my post at the window to stride along the vacant passageway trying to locate an available bench to sit on.
Every diminutive compartment I passed contained eager students who were prepared for an additional year at Hogwarts, but all seats were occupied. Finally, I came across a single area with two boys who appeared to be second years, both embellished with the Ravenclaw uniform of blue ties that drooped insecurely around their necks and robes that had the Ravenclaw emblem patched to the left breast. The one characteristic that caught my eye from these two blonde boys was that they were approximately exact mirror images of the other. Twins.
I hesitantly opened the glass sliding door to be seated next to one of the boys who was flipping robotically through the latest edition of The Quibbler upside-down. My Mum always loathed The Quibbler, constantly referring to it as a "lunatic rag," but I continually found some articles rather interesting; but most rubbish nonetheless.
The other twin fumbled in his pocket to draw out a pair of incongruous Spectrespecs and sliding them on top of his nose, the diverse color lens made being nonchalant impossible. This twin made me feel very distressed. His eyes were probing me, examining every inch of my pallid skin sending goose bumps to surface my skin. After few moments of being surveyed, the Ravenclaw removed the Spectrespecs from his face to grab my hand to shake zealously.
"Sorry about that, I was checking you for wrackspurts. Never can be too careful with them around ya' know." I swiftly covered my mystification with a spurious smile.
"I hope I had none." I said trying to maintain the conversation, "I'm Rose Weasley, by the way." His face lit up happily as he brushed his light-colored hair away from his eyes.
"My mum used to hang out often with your parents when they went to Hogwarts. I'm Lysander Scamander and this is my brother Lorcan," He said whilst indicating toward his twin reading The Quibbler, "Luna Lovegood is our mum." At that moment, Lorcan jumped up from his seat on the bench, the tabloid dropped to the floor as he glanced at me for the first time.
"Bloody 'ell! When did you get here?" Lorcan was gazing at me now, his chest pumping up and down with each swallow of air. His sandy blonde hair tossed raucously into his eyes.
"Just ignore him, I always do." Lysander rolled his icy blue eyes at his lookalike.
"You can't disregard me! How did she get in here, I need to know!" Panic flickered through his eyes. Could he really not recall me entering and sitting next to him on the bench? How was that probable? I don't know, but the least I could do was remind him.
"I came in like everybody else, through the door," I replied indicating to the glass slider behind me.
"Wait, more people entered before?" Lorcan became frantic. Distress filled him to the extent of his mind.
"No, no, no," I quickly countered, "just me. I only used the door." I pushed a lock of my fiery orange hair behind my ear.
Lorcan's breathing decelerated back to normal and he sat back down in his original situation and obscured his face back in his issue of The Quibbler with a red-ish tinge emerging across his face.
"We have no idea what's up with him," Lysander started awhile afterward, "But Mum has a theory that Lorcan's got one mighty wrackspurt wedged in him. When we arrive at Hogwarts I'm hoping to raid Professor Slughorn's potion closet for some powdered moonstone to help fabricate a Draught of Peace potion to stop his memory lapses or whatever he's having. I don't believe he has a wrackspurt if I can't see it with my Spectrespecs." He turned to face his twin who was now engulfed in sleep by the window.
"Don't you also need some syrup of hellebore to successfully concoct a Draught of Peace potion?" I replied keeping the conversation going. Lysander looked at me questioningly then reached above his brother to heave down his trunk. He rapidly opened his trunk to reveal many robes and ties to match and prodded around each article looking for something. It was not long until his edition of Magical Draughts and Potionsby Arsenius Jigger, a common potion textbook for second years, surfaced. After flicking the pages to reach his bookmark he glanced up in bewilderment.
"Yeah, I do need that. How did you know?"
"My copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, I guess. You could probably get some hellebore from the Herbology greenhouse or the potion closet, if you're lucky." Lysander lowered his gaze nodding with a profound look on his face and his blonde brow furrowed ever so slightly in intense deliberation. Then finally Lysander buried his head in his hands. "What's wrong?" I inquired.
"Hellebore; it's poisonous, at least the specie I need." His fingers migrated to his fair-haired tresses where he grasps strands, ready to pull them out. I repositioned myself so I sat next to Lysander on the opposite side of the tiny compartment.
"I can get it." The words escaped out of my mouth with no forewarning. I sought to cover my mouth with my hands and shake my head "no" but there was no chance of my body operating correctly after involuntarily offering my help, I was stuck to this pledge. I was about to get myself in a lot more trouble than I thought was necessary for a twelve year old, I trusted it would be worth it in the end.
"You can?" His eyes broadened and gave a sigh of relief. "I would give anything to get my brother back. Ever since the end of last year he was as anxious as 'ell, so I'm positive something was slipped to him."
Right as he completed his sentence the Hogwarts Express let out an earsplitting shriek and of course not a soul could snooze through that. Lorcan awoke startled beyond compare.
"Where the bloody 'ell am I? And who are you?" Lorcan glared at me with accusation seeping through every word.
"I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself to you, I'm Rose Weasley."
"Lies! How do I know you aren't one of those boggarts?"
"Well then I would be worried if you are afraid of a redheaded girl." Sarcasm grasps the words and flung them at Lorcan, his eyes widened with astonishment. He backed down with no questions asked. Eye contact was broken and now Lorcan refused to look at me, but I was fine with that.
"Don't worry about that. It's something he got to get used to, spend more time with us and he will remember you more." Lysander said trying to improve the situation. I retorted with a brusque nod.
A few moments after the initial screech from the Hogwarts Express, the shriek resumed and this time it was pursued with a complete stop. "Come on, First years! Firsts years, come on!" A thunderous booming voice rumbled through the train.
"That's your cue to leave," said Lorcan crabbily while flipping through The Quibbler.
"Remember, just ignore him." Lysander said, "Maybe you could get into Ravenclaw that would be beneficial, right?" A smirk appeared on Lysander's face. I snickered at the thought of me a Ravenclaw and not in Gryffindor like my parents, but said farewell for now and departed the room without another word.
As soon as I closed that door another word exited my mouth. A Slytherin ran into me as I exited the room, knocking me to the floor.
"Watch where you're going!" I exclaimed sitting up enough to look at the perpetrator. The teenager beside me pasted a malevolent smirk on his face. His face was prominent and pointed, eyes were grey and mysterious and bleach blonde hair was slicked back with a smooth shiny finish. Of course he was also adorn with the proper Slytherin robe and tie, and kind of cute... in a bad boy sort of way- wait... how hard did I hit my head?
"Ever thought maybe you are the one who needs to watch where they're going?" He retorted spitefully.
"I don't believe I'm the one who ran into the other person!" Venom coated my usually musical voice.
"Last call for first years!" The voice bellowed again louder than before from the darkness outside.
"Well then, that's for you." The smirk was still fixed on his face and he promptly got up and sauntered away. Lysander took his place at my side, but more placid and reassuring.
"Yeah, Scorpius Malfoy can be a foul git." Lysander aided me as I leapt to my feet and I gave him a quick courteous and apologetic smile before sprinting out of the train to join the other first years right before they proceeded toward the boats.
One image danced through my mind; the collision. The genuine honest concern that was sensed in his eyes before impact; but after it was exchanged with an atrocious boorish visage, and that truly made that second year a foul git.
A/N: Okay, this is my first FanFiction- EVER. It starts off right where the epilogueleft off and obviously in the POV of Rose Weasley. I put a lot of time into writing this chapter (though it isn't very long... =/...) Please review (and please keep the harsh criticism to a minimum... or none at all be better!) I really would love to know what you think! Oh and speaking of love, this is a Rose and Scorpius romance, with a twist. How can you have a story based on Harry Potter without action and excitement? So there will be plenty of that to go around! Also, I am not British so I am sorry if some grammar will be a little off. DISCLAIMER: I SADLY DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM THE HARRY POTTER FRANCHISE! ALL CREDIT GOES DIRECTLY TO JKR! :D
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