A/N - Hey guys, I have this story completely done from a few years ago and I'm wondering if it's interesting enough to continue, please let me know so that way I can get started on editing. c: thanks,
Mom never told me why, all she said was that it wasn't safe anymore for me to be around Maine, probably because I was spitting fire, and transforming into cats left, right, and center. Yeah, I think that's why. She told me about this magic school in London; that's going to take a lot of adjusting to get used to... And here I am thinking I was normal. Oh well, I better make the best of it; I certainly can't be staying here for too long anyways; besides, I'm in no rush, maybe I might like it there after all.
I look up at the big train station smiling like a fool, as much as I miss my little Canadian look a-like State I can't wait to start a new chapter in life; even if it involves blasting magic spells everywhere; that's going to be fun as fuck. London's frigid air whips around my mother and I as we both walk quickly towards the train station entrance. Dodging the other people who walk briskly along the brick tiles and heading to their normal platform destinations. I feel the rush of excitement exhilarate through my body, along with the whirl of thoughts entering my head, mom grabs my arm breaking me out of my trance and briskly running towards the massive train station in front of us.
She must have tried some hard to conceal my identity from whoever runs that joint, considering the letter I was given clearly states "tenth birthday" in the print, and I'm sixteen; and it's nowhere near my birthday...
"Hurry up now, it'll leave any minute." She quickly vanishes inside the colossal, ancient building, blending in among the crowds of people with their children carrying on a normal everyday life style; me on the other hand, mine's going to be far from normal.
I hope the teachers there don't have sticks shoved up their assholes, at my current school I had so much fun running around and pulling pranks, and having sarcastic battles with a couple of them. I don't think I could handle it if they're all rude; not to mention gigantic douchebags.
I let out a short, yet determined huff before angling my large cart inside, I don't get the point of carrying this heavy thing around; yeah, I guess I basically packed up my entire room along with my cat and my owl; long story short on the owl we live near the forest, she kept perching herself on the tree outside my window for as long as I could remember, not to mention my mom clearly harbored a bunch of magical creatures hidden in those trees, because I grew up thinking everybody had a Hippogryph on the block; boy was I wrong. My books rattle against the birdcage and my calico cat, Niya who looks rather annoyed whereas Sevia, screeches in clear discomfort. People must think there's something wrong with me carrying all of these unusual things.
I'm amazed no one asked why I'm lugging around this huge cart, I mean it's definitely noticeable in a place like this; but then again, nobody's really staring at me or noticing me at all.
"Shut up both of you, I'm doing the best I can," I scold them as Niya whips her claw at my hand, obviously to her; my best isn't good enough, while Sevia grumbles an agitated chirp.
The train station has tons of people, hard to imagine someone designing this place. There are tons of trains stationed and ready to be boarded, but I don't see the one to the place where I'm headed, hopefully it shows up soon; I don't think I can move this cart any faster.
Mom stands near one of the giant pillars holding up this place, tapping her foot against the shiny floor of the train station as she waits for me, I can't tell if she's actually impatient or if she's being sarcastic like she always is.
"Okay where to now?" I ask her trying to contain my excitement as best as I can, she quickly turns around, walking as fast as she can down the numerous stairs, her aura is quite clouded, and I can't tell what she's thinking at all, she seems almost as if she's annoyed or pissed off at me for some reason.
Another one of my hidden talents consists of reading peoples emotional state, just one look at you and I can already tell how you feel; not to mention the hue of colors that shine brightly above the minds of others, it's quite useful is situations; I just haven't figured out what situations yet.
Once we arrive to platform nine and ten, mom seems to let out a sigh of relief, as if she finally lost track of someone chasing us, which is highly unlikely; nobody even noticed our existence yet.
Her emerald green eyes shine across the sea of people before us, holding her finger to her lip and biting on her nails like she usually does when she's paranoid. Her long black hair flutters around her from the sudden breeze that emits from the steam engine that shows up against platform nine, something's clearly bugging her considering her color isn't showing at all.
My eyes scan across the sea of moving people as well, reading the platform numbers all aligned in a row on tall red and brown brick archways, trying to figure out where Platform 9 ¾ is. My mother on the other hand; keeps nervously glancing behind us every so often. I'm not sure why, she must be paranoid about all of these people in this ancient train station, I don't think anyone would try to harm us; unless she knows something I don't.
"Where's 9 ¾? All I see are platforms nine and ten." Curiously I gaze up at her, awaiting an answer filled with sarcasm; not to mention a teary farewell.
She just stands there, waiting and watching for something. Her emerald green eyes dart around the station with a worried expression painted on her beautiful, young face, her long black hair slightly flowing around her face from the breeze, and her black trench coat fluttering a tiny bit behind her. She notices me staring at her and slowly emits a soft smile, looking in my direction.
"You'll see, don't worry." my mother winks at me with a sly smile forming across her lips; she pulls the cart so it's facing the sturdy brick wall between the platform signs nine and ten. Baffled I stand there for a minute, trying to figure out what in the world is she trying to do.
The gears turn in my head for a minute, she stares smugly at me. This just has to be one of her sarcastic jokes; it has to be. Sevia screeches and flaps her wings around the bird cage we found in our attic, telling me to hurry up I presume, while Niya on the other hand; just stares blankly at the wall where I'm faced at. She knows I caught on to what she wants me to do, I just can't believe she wants me to do it, for all I know it's a real wall and I'll break my own neck!
"I am not running through a wall." The words come out a little harsh, but she knows I don't mean any harm. I cross my arms looking at her like she's insane, frankly I'm starting to take the hint that she must be if she wants us to run through a wall. She sighs before taking my hand and looking at me in the eye, normally I'd shove her hand away from me; rebellious teenager afraid of public affection and all, but something's telling me that this might be the last time I can feel her motherly touch.
"Good; because it's not a wall, it's a pillar." She smiles slyly at me, with her emerald eyes blazing into mine; showing me that everything will be alright.
Well, she got me there. But still, it's a solid object; how in the Hell will this work? I guess I don't have much to lose, and she seems pretty serious about it. The cold air picks up its speed and howls against my face, making my long brown hair whip around in a swaying motion. I hesitate, staring at the wall and then back to mom a few times before I finally realize something;
She actually is dead serious.
It's almost as if time had stopped, the people hustling around the endless row of platforms seem to die down in noise, I can't tell if it's magic or if it's actually my thoughts drowning out the noise in this busy station. But none the less, I have to go through the pillar.
"A-Alright, I'm ready." I gulp a little, looking her in the eye and giving her a short nod, accepting the challenge of running head first into a pillar and possibly gaining a concussion in the process.
"Good, Nala." Without any warning, my mother smirks, letting go of my hand and placing it on my shoulder, her other hand rests against the cart handle next to mine. She shoves both the cart and me forward; urging me to run at full speed; I don't know how this'll end but I hope she's right about platform 9 ¾ being here.
It's crazy to even wrap my head around this whole idea of this, leaving the world I once called home, abandoning all of my games, my music, my internet, and especially all of my friends. I don't even have a way of contacting them at all; how will they know that I'm still alive?
I command my legs to run, I don't really have a choice anymore at this point to be quite honest; bursts of speed emerge from my muscles, propelling me forward into the now very terrifying brick pillar. I close my eyes trying to not scream in the process as well; no matter how badly I want to, people must think we're crazy running into a wall head on; who's idea was it to make Platform 9 ¾ be between platform nine and ten?! Insane I say; but very clever in its own way.
I brace myself for impact, squinting my eyes even tighter; afraid to really move but I urge myself forward anyway; Sevia squawks loudly, almost making me opening my eyes to check on her and see if she's okay, Niya on the other hand, is as quiet as a mouse.
I don't feel any different, but I hear different noises than what I did back on the other platform. I slowly open one eye at a time, still wincing from the imaginable pain from the force of the so called "Impact." Turning around, I face towards the brick archway; I see the sign saying platform 9¾. Clearly we made it through alive. Niya seems to stare at me with a look that shows how stupid she thinks I am right now. I mean, really; I should have just trusted mom from the start.
I gaze over at her as she pulls me towards the black old steam train that looks to be extremely long and pretty ancient. It has 'Hogwarts' written on the side, which must be the place I'm going to. Kids are already hopping up and climbing aboard the train, parents wave goodbye and oddly enough the people here dress strangely; clearly it's not the same platform as we were on before.
Confused a little, I glance up at mom, hoping for her to provide me some answers and fill in the blanks but she's still looking back her shoulder almost every minute now like if the danger's getting closer and closer. From the corner of her eye, I can tell she sees me staring at her. She emits a very soft smile; and her aura tells me that she's a bit calmer now, knowing that I'm safe and that nothing horrible has happened yet.
"So what spell did you pull to get us in here," I ask my mother slyly, she stares at me in disbelief before shaking her head and muttering something, doubting my intellect on the whole new "magic" concept. Which I clearly don't grasp at all, I mean yeah, the whole fire thing and cat transformations back then; I thought it was normal. And if anything, I'd say I should pass all of my first year classes with flying colors.
Parents and kids scatter all over the area, some with owls, and others with cats and even a couple with frogs and rats. I can vaguely make out three red haired boy siblings and a girl sibling, also a boy with black hair and glasses standing near the train with a slightly motherly figure with red hair as well, behind them smiling at the children with such pride and confidence.
My eyes skim across the crowd of people, I notice a blonde haired boy looking down at his feet, not paying attention to his surroundings, being led by another blonde long haired person, possibly his mother who has a walking stick of some sort with a snake- never mind; it's a male figure...
The "man" turns around, as if he seems to have sensed me staring at him almost, and gives me a sharp glare; probably because I'm staring at him in a strange way. Taking his son by the hand and turning him away from me. His son looks up to see what his father was glaring at before running along the platform to the other side.
That was a bit odd; I guess people here are colossal jerks too. Yet I somehow can't for the life of me get that image out of my head, why is it those two in particular that linger in my mind? I don't even know them at all. Quickly, I shake it off and return my wandering eyes back to the ancient train. Mom's fingers lightly grasp my shoulder, causing me to turn around and to focus all of my attention onto her shimmering emerald eyes.
"I have something to give you, now... Where is it..." she mumbles the last part, reaching her hand inside her massive jacket pocket and fumbling around before pulling out a long black velvet box with gold designs on it.
My eyes lock on the box, the only thing I can think of it must be jewelry if it's in a fancy setup like that. But then again, this world is strange from what I'm used to; so I can expect a lot of surprises.
"Here it is!" She happily exclaims, opening up the lid to let me see what's inside. There's a glazed oak wood wand, with a tiny purple crystal at the bottom of it. Handmade designs are carved into the wood; I can't even contain my excitement at this point.
"It's amazing... I like it." I grin happily as she hands it to me and I respond to her by giving her a big hug, so much for the whole rebellious teenager phase.
Her smile focuses on this moment, trying to forget about the feeling she has. "I knew you would, naturally students go into Ollivanders and let their wands pick them; but for some reason I found this old thing lying around in the attic and when you were little; the wand already chose you."
Reliving those memories back inside of my head, the sudden realization hits me that maybe it wasn't just a random stick I was waving around outside; it must have been this thing.
The train whistles with a loud impatient-like noise, Niya and Sevia complain, completely ruining the whole Mother-Daughter moment right then and there, little bits of snowflakes begin to blow around from the frisky wind; causing the temperature to get a little colder, and making me glad that I brought my jacket along with me. The red haired siblings board the train; all but the girl one, along with the boy with black hair and glasses too.
My mother's eyes bounce around the station again, fear builds up greatly inside her tiny stature, she then returns her gaze back to me, trying to hold a few secrets back while her eyes study my body language towards this entire place.
"Nala, I just want you to know that whatever House you're put into," She began, looking me straight in the eyes while un-shed tears begin to glisten and a bit in my eyes as well.
"Your father would be so proud of you if he were here today. That's all he talked about was wishing to see the moment when you set off on your journey to Hogwarts ever since we had you... And, I want you to know that, I'll be proud of you for-"
She was rudely interrupted from her loving speech while manly voice roughly shouts across the station, intentionally for the two of us as my mother seems to perk up and let out a sharp sigh in protest.
Before anything can be registered inside of my head, black robed figures in masks swarm towards us from every direction. Mom hesitates, like she's deciding on whether to save my life or just run away right then and there. Then she tenses up a little bit before pushing me towards the train; reaching into her pocket I can tell she's taking out her wand and getting ready to battle for her life.
"Nala go, get on the train! And whatever you do; do not look back!" My mother shouts at me, shooing me away towards the train while the people on the station platform begin to panic a little. Little did I know this would probably be the last time I ever seen my mother again.
"But-" The words escape my lips on their own, my eyes catch hers; looking into her dead serious green eyes, she returns the glance at me with a Get-The-Hell-Out-Of-Here-While-You-Can expression on her face; turning around to face masked figures straight on. Her aura completely changes, getting ready to take on all of them at once which can only lead to disastrous events.
I guess I don't have a choice; nobody is doing anything because I don't even think they can. Not to mention I don't know full on spells to even jump in and help her... You better make it out alive, I still need you.
Sucking back the tears I immediately take my cart and shove it forward, towards the train while I grab my books and stuff them into my shoulder bag, grabbing Sevia's cage and my trunk while Niya jumps off the cart, annoyed by all of this commotion and begins to dash straight into the train without me.
"Damn cat, get back here!"Bitterly the words escape from my mouth, briefly forgetting about my mother and ducking under the usher's arm at the doorway. Most of the parents gawk at the figures and sent their kids off as quickly as possible before something bad happens to them, but once again; nobody tries to help save her.
I quickly board the train peering around some of the kids, trying to find Niya. Making my way around the train I find her sitting on the bench like chair next to the same blonde haired boy I saw on the platform with his father. And he doesn't look too pleased that an animal is sitting on his table.
"Is this your cat?" The boy sneers looking at my outfit with a disgusted look on his face. His aura is telling me he's a complete rich kid, all stuck up and rude, his cold blue eyes swell with money and greed, continuing to look at me disgustedly.
"It is, and I'd kindly like her back." I growl, I'm really not in the mood to deal with this kid, I glare at the boy moving over so I could grab my cat with an irritated expression on his pale face. Clearly Niya didn't like the fact that I lunged at her; and yet again she takes off between my legs and runs to another booth.
"Nice one." The boy sneers rudely at me, crossing his arms and gazing out of the window watching the figures in black robes with a lustful glint in his eyes, clearly he's mesmerized by them; disgusting.
Whoever that kid was he seemed really, really annoyed by something that was out of my control. Hopefully I don't have to run into him ever again, or worse; but in the same House as he is. I find her sitting on the table in between two booth-like seats; cleaning herself just a few feet down from where the blonde boy is, nobody seems to be around so I guess that's my cue to grab her and shut the glass door behind me.
I sigh a little, entering the tiny cabin and shutting the door behind me. I then place all of my bags on the table that Niya's sitting on. Carefully I sit down on the red velvet seat, grabbing Niya so she can't take off again, embracing her as best as I can so that way she doesn't scratch my face off either. Sevia quiets right down, oddly enough she doesn't make a peep regards to her surroundings, Niya gives a little hiss stating she doesn't like to be held but I hold her closer to me anyways; peering out the window trying to find my mother.
"Hush cat, you've caused me lots of problems today and we're not even there yet." I scold her sternly, petting her head as she grumbles in return with a fierce tone.
I see my mother battling it out with some of the hooded masked men trying to stall them from reaching the train. I cringe a little when I see one of the men use a spell on my mother making her wand fly from her hands, landing just mere inches from the edge of the train platform.
The gasps from the bystanders who have now started to fled can clearly be heard from inside the train, I guess the situation finally got serious; and nobody still isn't trying to help her. I don't get it, it's just a group of hooded men wearing masks, and if I could throw a few spells out there I'd surely take care of all of them myself.
For a quick minute I swear I could have witnessed the terror that washed all over her face when she turned around to look for her wand, and her eyes lock onto mine thought the window; holding the gaze for a very long time for what it felt like at least. I look through the foggy window with a worried expression written all over my face, as she sweetly smiles to assure me it's going to be alright, when she turns around after finding her wand; one of the hooded figures takes a step forward in front of the others, pointing it's wand at her and casting a green spell that looks sickly and deadly; instantly knocking her down to the floor, lifeless and motionless.
My jaw drops and I cringe in pain when she hits the floor with a huge amount of force; my heart explodes and stops beating for a mere minute as I can feel the tension inside of me snap, watching dazed and completely unaware of what just happened.
The figure's eyes hesitate on me almost, looking at me through the foggy window. Its mask stands out from the others, crossed with swords along the mouth and two gaping eye holes. I can almost feel its eyes burning into mine, it hurts.
One half of me wants to exit the train, take out my new wand and murder them all; especially the one who's staring at me like that. But the other half is logical; and since all it took was one spell for her, surely it will be the same for me as well.
The crowd spreads out, half of them shrieking in terror and running the opposite direction. None of them stop by to even see if she's still alive. They all flee for their lives even though the masked figures weren't after them; they were after us.
I cover my mouth with my hand and quietly slump back into the seat next to the window, gazing at the wand she gave me that I set down on the table next to my trunk and Sevia's cage. I refuse to believe what had just happened a few seconds ago. I want to deny every urge that is telling me my mother is now, and always will be; forever gone. But we all know that it's the truth, and I will never see her again.