It was bright day on September 1st as the Malfoy family strolled out onto Platform 9 and 3/4. Auburn hair bounced off of the little girl's hair as she skipped forward, a few paces away from her family. She resembled her mother greatly. The same red hair, hazel eyes, and overall good energy. Her brother stayed closer to his parents. He was aware of the dangers that came with wearing Slytherin paraphernalia.
Nasty glares were shot in the direction of the Malfoys, but the little girl was oblivious to all of this. She skipped merrily ahead to where a woman was fussing with a little dark-haired boy's jacket. Dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin, he was the gothic dream child. He stared up at his mother.
"What if I get into Slytherin?" He asked in a mix between a British and American accent.
"It won't matter," the woman promised in an American accent. She hugged her son close. "You'll still be my sweet little boy and I'll love you no matter what."
"But what if I end up like-" The woman raised a finger to his lips and smiled.
"You won't."
She patted his shoulder and let go of him. He picked up his satchel and started to drag his trunk towards the train. The woman let out a bubbly laugh and started to help him with his things. He was about to get onto the train after her when one of the older boys caught on to the back of his jacket.
"What are you doing here, foreigner?" One boy with black hair and a Gryffindor sweatshirt demanded.
"Yeah, why aren't you going to that girls' school?" Another taunted.
"My father went to Hogwarts," the gothic boy said quietly. "I have just as much of a right to be here as you."
"Who's your dad then?" The black-haired boy demanded. "Prove it-"
"I-" The gothic boy looked like he was struggling for words. He didn't know what he was supposed to say.
"Liar! What's your real family name?" Another boy asked.
"Fairchild!" The gothic boy said quickly.
"That's an American name," the black-haired boy said with disgust. "Michael Fairchild, is he your father?"
"My grandfather," Fairchild said softly. He tried to tug away. "Just let me go, I-"
"You don't belong here!"
"Go away!"
"Stupid American!"
"Why don't you leave him alone?" The childish voice of the red-haired girl came out from behind them. Her mother came up behind her quickly.
"Aqua, you shouldn't run off like-" She stopped. "What's going on here?"
The voice of Astoria Malfoy was one to be feared. Many celebrities feared this Daily Prophet reporter. While she was full of sunshine most of the time, when she put on the infamous voice, you knew that it was useless to resist. She'd get what she wanted.
"Let go of that boy right now," she ordered in her deadly voice. The boys immediately ran off, except for Fairchild. Of course, that was the time at which the boy's mother came off of the train.
"I heard something-Vaner, are you alright?" She asked her son.
"I'm fine, Mom, this lady helped me," he said. His mother turned to Ms. Malfoy.
"Thank you so much, I'd heard from Professor McGonagall that there would be some issues with him being raised mostly in America," the mother said. "I'm Janna Fairchild."
"Astoria Malfoy," Ms. Malfoy said as she extended her hand. Ms. Fairchild took it and shook it heartily.
"You're that reporter that everyone's afraid of over here!" She cried.
"Nice to know that my reputation goes across the pond," Ms. Malfoy remarked dryly. "Welcome to England. I hope your son enjoys Hogwarts."
At this, Ms. Fairchild nudged Vaner.
"Why don't you introduce yourself?" She suggested.
The little red-haired girl smiled and outstretched a hand. "I'm Aquarius Malfoy, but everyone calls me Aqua. Who are you?"
Vaner stared blankly for a moment, and then took her hand.
"Vaner Fairchild."
