Hey Peoples! I got this idea for a fanfic when I was writing Ginny's Fall! Let me know what you think of it! Thanks to Lizzy101 for betaing this!
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Disclaimer: I own all the characters you DON'T recognize! I wish I owned more, but you can't always get what you want! LOL!
"Come on, Sweetie, time to get up!" Nicole Porticolus yelled up the stairs of their suburban-London house to her sleeping daughter, "You have to catch the train in three hours and I want you to be presentable and have a good breakfast before you go!"
Aureole Porticolus rolled over and groaned. She hated mornings and her mother's morning cheerfulness always seemed to make the situation worse. She heard her mother's footsteps coming up the stairs and finally into the doorway of her room.
"Aura, if you don't get up this minute, I swear I will write to your school and tell them you will be homeschooled instead," she threatened.
Aura quickly jumped out of her bed. As much as she was nervous about going to her new school, the thought of being with her mother twenty-four/seven was even worse.
"There, I'm up," she said to her mother, who was still standing in the doorway, "Can you please go now so I could get dressed?"
"Yes, but breakfast will be ready in forty-five minutes. I want you downstairs by then."
"Yes, ma'am," Aura retorted. Her mother left her room, closing the door behind her. "She really has a lot of issues," she whispered to her snowy owl, Eira, who stood in her cage, waiting to be taken to King's Cross. Aura went to her closet and grabbed the one outfit she had left out of her trunk to wear today. After she was dressed, she went over to her full-length mirror in the middle of her vanity.
She saw a girl of sixteen years, dressed in a red t-shirt with the words "country girl" written in white across her size 38-D breasts, a pair of mediumish-blue jeans, and a pair of white tennis-shoes with red stripes on them. The girl looking back at her was around five-foot, eight-inches, and still growing, with golden-blond hair that changed color with the season and the light shone on it and hazel-green eyes that changed with her mood. She had an hour-glass-figure, that she didn't always like to show off, and was a little overweight, but not enough for the boys not to come crowding around. Aureole sighed as she brushed out her wavy hair. "Why am I cursed with breasts the size of watermelons?" she asked noone in particular, "Most of the guys only want to date me for them, not my personality." She quickly put her brush in the top of her trunk and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she was finished, she went downstairs for breakfast.
She walked into the kitchen to see her father putting the eggs-benedict on their plates. He had cooked her favorite breakfast on her last day at home for eight months. She loved him so much. She didn't love his job, however. It was because of that, that they had had to move to England in the first place, leaving all of her friends and their family back in the Midwest of the United States. She had been perfectly content there. Why did they have to move here? Granted, her father liked it here much better and her mother had already gotten a new job, but she missed her old friends and wished she was going back to her old school instead of to her new one. She wasn't afraid that she wasn't going to make friends, after moving so much she had developed a knack for being able to pick good friends and keep them, it was just that she was tired of having to go to a new school. She had gone to ten different schools in her career as a student and she was tired of it. Why couldn't she have a normal family that stayed in the same house all their lives? Oh, well, she'd just have to live with what God had given her. She sat down at the table with a sigh.
"What's the matter darling?" her father asked her.
"I miss everyone so much," she whined.
"I know, honey, but I'm sure you'll make new friends at school," her mother comforted her.
"I know, mom," she replied.
"Well, then, let's eat our breakfast before it gets cold," her father demanded as he sat down at the table. They all ate and chatted. Aureole's parents kept trying to make her take her mind off of her train trip, but it wasn't working. They finished breakfast and Aureole went to get her stuff. She levitated her new trunk downstairs, careful not to bring it outside.
"I'll take it from here, sweetie," her father told her as he picked up the trunk and brought it out to the car. Her mother came around the corner with her wind-breaker.
"Here, put this on. It's a little chilly outside," her mother commanded. Aura took the coat and put it on. She then went outside to help her dad with the trunk, it looked like he was having trouble getting it to go into the trunk of the car. Once they had gotten the trunk in, Aura grabbed Eira and brought her into the back-seat of the car. Aura climbed in soon after, just as her dad started the car. They drove to King's Cross in silence. They both knew that Aura was nervous and that she really didn't want to talk. They pulled into the parking ramp and parked near the door.
"Wait here while I go and get a luggage cart," her father commanded. He soon returned and they lifted the trunk onto the cart. They walked into King's Cross and were immediately lost. Everything was so rushed. Not like in Union Station in Chicago, where everybody took their time. They had absolutely no clue who to ask where platform 9 ¾ was. That soon changed however, when a group of red-haired people crossed in front of them.
"I don't know how much longer I can take this," the woman who Aureole assumed to be the mother of all of the teenagers called back to her children, "it's always full of muggles! Albus should definitely find a different way to get you children to Hogwarts!"
'Ah,' thought Aura, 'Now there are three words I recognize! She said muggles, Hogwarts, and isn't the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore?'
"Mom, Dad," she said, "I think that lady knows where we are supposed to go."
"I think you're right darling," her mom told her. "Ma'am! Ma'am! Exscuse me, but do you know where platform 9 ¾ is?" her mother said as she ran up to the woman, her husband and her daughter close in her wake, "My daughter is going to Hogwarts this year and we have no clue where the platform is!"
"Well!" the red-haired lady said, "I'm Molly Weasley and this is my son Ronald and this is my daughter Ginny." Each of them nodded or waved when she said their names. "Ron is in his sixth year and Ginny is in her fifth year."
"Oh! Please forgive my rudeness!" her mother graciously said, "I'm Nicole Porticolus and this is my husband Stephen and our daughter Aureole. Aureole is in her sixth year too. We just moved here a little over a month ago from the States and she is new to Hogwarts."
"Well, don't worry," Molly told Aureole, "Hogwarts is the finest school in all of Europe! I'm sure you will have loads of fun there!"
"Mum, if we don't hurry up, we're going to miss the train!" the short, good looking girl urgently told Molly.
"Oh! Right!" Molly exclaimed, "Just follow us and we'll show you how to get onto the platform and where it is."
"Thank you so much," Aura's mother said to Molly as they trudged off to the area between platforms 9 and 10.
"You just run at the wall, and you'll pass through and be on the platform," Molly explained. When she saw the shocked look on Aura's face she laughed. "Don't worry, sweetie, you won't crash! Ronald will go first and you can follow him."
"Ummm, okay," Aura said. The tall, gangly boy ran at the wall and disappeared. Aura gaped.
"Okay, now it's your turn," Molly said. Aura squaed up with the wall and took a running start. She almost stopped when she was about to hit the wall, but she remembered what the boy Ronald had done and kept going. To her amazement, she passed through the wall and onto a busy platform in front of a scarlet train. Ginny, Molly, and her parents soon followed her.
"You better hurry up and say your good-byes," Molly advised the awestruck threesome, "The train will be leaving soon."
Aura turned around and hugged and kissed her mom and dad.
"Owl us as soon as you get settled in," her mother told her as she hugged her one last time.
"I will," she promised.
"And do try to stay out of trouble," her dad said as he hugged his daughter.
"I'll try," she promised again. She stood looking at her parents for what seemed like forever, until the train whistle blew and they corralled her onto the train. She stepped onto the train and waved goodbye to her parents. She then turned around and looked down the corridor.
'Well, here it goes,' she thought to herself, 'Another school, another adventure.' And with that, she started walking down the corridor.
So what did you think? Please submit a review by pressing the blurpleish button at the bottom of the screen and tell me whether or not I should continue. Thanks again to Lizzy101 for betaing this story!
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