The marauders year 1

Chapter 1

Lyra:

I woke up to Binky, our house-elf, knocking on my bedroom door.

"Wake up mistress Lyra"

I groaned, I don't know how many times I have told him not to call me mistress. And then I remembered the date, the 1st of September. I was going to start my first year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. In Slytherin, that's what my parents say 'A Malfoy has never not been in Slytherin 'but I'm not sure, the other houses seem all right as well. But I'm the only female Malfoy so I have to carry on the 'pure-bloodedness'.

The knocking started up again, I had forgotten that Binky wanted me to get up I groaned again this time getting up, I am not a morning person. I changed into my normal clothes, black, I was going to change on the train, and tied my distinguished Malfoy platinum blonde hair into a high ponytail.

I walk downstairs unsure whether I wanted to see my family. I passed the seven living rooms, 19 bathrooms, 7 drawing rooms and this massive entrance hall and to the grandest dinning room in the house.

Seated around the great oak table were my family, my father Abaraxas Malfoy, the lord of the house, my mother Elizabeth Malfoy, an avid muggleborn hater and my older snobbier brother Lucius Malfoy, the heir to Malfoy estate and the new prefect of Slytherin house. They looked up at me as I entered-late.

"Ahh Lyra, ready to go to school?"

My father enquired, I nodded with the trademark Malfoy nod. We sat in an uncomfortable silence. My brother's plate was piled with food that a poor, house-elf had laboured to make. But Lucius always was very selfish.

After breakfast I got up of my chair and when to my room, I took one last look at the room, granted I had lived in this room for 11 years but it didn't feel like home, the Slytherin colours felt out of place for who I was. I took one last look around the room and grabbed my trunk (that I had packed weeks ago) and went down stairs. I was greeted by my mother and Lucius in the atrium (Yes we really do have one) and watched as my mother produced a peacock hair from inside her cloak (it seemed to belong to one of the peacocks we owned) she pointed her wand at it and whispered a spell I did not hear probably Portus the spell used to make portkeys (I read about it in one of the many books in the Malfoy library). She held it out to both me and Lucius who's prefect badge was gleaming proudly on his shirt, we grabbed it and then we were in kings cross station. Muggles were walking past us unaware that we had just appeared out of nowhere.

We walked towards the barrier and proudly like a Malfoy walked through it, and we were on platform 9¾.

Cassia:

'Cassia, you're late enough as it is, get up!'

Grumbling, I dragged myself out of bed, and pulled on my usual black skinny jeans and plain T-shirt, and brushed and tied my long vivid red hair into its normal plait down my back. Pausing for brief glance in mirror, I then bounded down the stairs two at a time, almost tripping and slamming my head into the wall. When I arrived in the dining room, my father, or more likely my sister Molly, had cooked up a full English breakfast. My father smiled as I sat down.

'Took you long enough.' He said, smirking

'Shut up.' I snapped, shovelling food into my mouth. Truth be told, I had been up until one o'clock in the morning, making sure I hadn't forgotten to pack anything. My school books, uniform, and other supplies were safe in my trunk, and in a small messenger bag I had packed my wand, beech and phoenix feather, 13 inches, my first set of robes for the sorting ceremony, a sketchpad, several quills, ink and a single Muggle pencil.

'Up all night agonising over what house you'll be in?' Asked Molly, in the most sympathetic voice ever. If that had been Fabien and Gideon, sarcasm would almost certainly be present.

'Nah. Anyway, the whole family has been in Gryffindor, why shouldn't I be?' I asked replied, getting up from my seat.

'Well….' Molly began, but I didn't have time for a lecture. I run up the stairs, and threw my bag over my shoulder, and pulled my trunk down behind me.

'How are we getting to Kings Cross?'

'I'm driving, we should be there in a jiffy.'

'Provided your pathetic excuse for a 'car' doesn't break down!' I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes. In revenge, he pulled the hair tie out if the end of my plait.

'Oi!'

Just as I walked through the door to the front garden, Fabien and Gideon appeared with a 'crack!'

'Aright, sis?' Asked Fabien, grinning as he tried to disguise a clear effort to stop himself falling over. 'Just came to wish you luck tonight. Anyway must dash, various things to get on with.'

'Yeah, see you!' Said Gideon

And they dissapered.

'Hurry up Cassia, were going to be late!'

Sighing, I ran to the car, got into the passenger seat, and watched as we pulled away from the house for what would be a whole year.

Arriving at Kings Cross was hectic enough. Once we actually acquired a parking space, we had to heave my trunk into the station, plus Athena, my owl. Several looks were directed our way, to which I responded with a fierce scowl.

Once we arrived at the wall separating platforms nine and ten, Molly insisted that all my things were in perfect order before she left.

'See you soon, Cassia. Wright every week, promise?'

'Yeah, no problem' I replied, absent-mindedly.

As she left, I began to run towards the barrier. I had done this often enough for my brothers and Molly, so it was normal really.

And then, we were on Platform 9 ¾