I dragged my suitcase through the crowds of little kids on the platform, not caring about the immense amount of scraping noise I was creating, or the evil glares I was receiving from parents. I was in the position of using both hands to drag the case whilst desperately trying to pull down my dress; nevertheless September 1st was my favourite day, when I would finally meet up with my friends...
"You do know that if you hit the gym you wouldn't have to live in envy of me, right?" I smiled as I heard the voice of my best friend, Teddy Lupin interrupted my thoughts. He took the bag from me and slung it behind his shoulder.
"TEDDY!" I screamed hugging him. Teddy is my best friend of six years, tall, a metamorphous (as I found out the hard way) and an over all dashing person. He laughed his deep laugh and hugged me back.
"God I cannot believe we're in sixth year, and that you're still so tiny!" I smacked him, but nodded in response, slightly distracted by a tall brunette who was parting the crowds of kids like the red sea. She stood out from the rest of the crowd, not only because she was extremely tall, but very beautiful too. "Frederique Cruz, have you grown?" I teased hugging the girl. "It is extremely unfair that you get multiple growth spurts, and I have just one."
"You've had a growth spurt?" Teddy gasped," my gods woman, how old were you five?"
"Shh teddy, if you no what's good for you, shut up." I laughed back, lightly punching the six foot 3 giant "where's the family anyway Ted, I can't wait to meet nana!"
My own family sadly died when I was six, it wasn't a topic I was comfortable with, and Teddy was the only person who knew how and why. Nana (Teddy's actual grandma) had adopted me when I was 11, only a year after befriending Teddy; she rescued me from the orphanage, but both fortunately and unfortunately mum's sister, who lived in America moved to the UK with her son, Percy and I now lived with them. Nevertheless I thought of nana as my own grandma.
Teddy took my hand and led me through the crowd until I spotted a huge mass of red hair, and in front of them a woman clad in a long blue skirt and cream cashmere. She was one of those woman, who could maintain her beauty long after youth (which only children could wish for in their senior years), her eyes were the colour of the ocean; blue, green and inviting. Her hair flowed well past her shoulders, and was a grey blonde; she smiled as I hugged her.
"NANA!" I laughed after I smelt the welcoming smell of Teddy's favourite chocolate cookies mixed in with a little jasmine.
"Artemis you look beautiful as ever honey," she smiled, and reached to her purse "Oh, and I brought you some cookies..."
"You're the best," I said truthfully whilst munching on one of her amazing cookies, "and you look pretty good yourself, have you been going to the gym with teddy?" I teased.
"How did you know? This woman is going to get back her figure which teddy's grandpa-"
"MY EARS!" Teddy screamed, attracting a tall, raven haired boy.
"Teddy, shut up mate, your scaring the ladies." The boy laughed at the girls who have walked away, swinging their hips a little too much, and muttering "heactually cares about me *gasp*."
"I can see you're still a smooth tongued laddy" I stood on my tiptoes and hugged James who picked me up and swung me around.
"And I can see you're still looking gorgeous art" He teased,
"Oh James, how you woe me!" I joked back but then I was distracted by a two girls walking towards me, one with long brown hair, streaked with purple and blue, and one with the original Weasley styled red.
"ARTEMIS what are you doing flirting with jame-" Roxanne and Rose were cut off by my smothering hug.
Roxanne was the daughter of George Weasley, she had the most amazing long hair which matched her strange, but beautiful amethyst eyes and her mocha skin; with her long legs and perfect hourglass figure she was the James potter of the female community of Hogwarts. Her brother, Fred knew it and he took it upon himself to 'protect' her from 'you know what their seeking' lads; personally I thought he was a perfect brother.
Rose was just as pretty as Roxanne but in her own way. She wasn't 5 foot 11 like Roxanne she was 5 foot 7 with long curling tendrils of stereotypical Weasley red, and her mothers deer like brown eyes. She was extremely curvy, and if the lads weren't distracted by her cousin they were definitely distracted by her.
In fact all the weasley/potter children were good looking. There were the Delacour Weasleys with their veela platinum hair, their father's big blue eyes and hint of French accent. The potters with their black raven, perfectly mused hair (with the exception of lil potter (lily) who inherited her mum's and both her grandmothers red hair, and her Weasley grandmother's warm brown eyes). James has hazel eyes, and Albus was the lucky devil who inherited his father's and grandmother's piercing and absolutely gorgeous green eyes.
Hugo couldn't look less like his big sister. His hair was a sandy brown, and so straight I envied it, and his eyes rivalled Daniel Radcliff's. Fred looked very similar to his twin sister, with the same mocha skin and the same light brown hair, from hours of quidditch his body was perfectly toned (duly noted by me) which made the whole female population of Hogwarts tremble to their knees.
My best friend, Teddy aka the adopted potter child had somehow inherited the good look gene; seriously he was so gorgeous it makes me catch my breath. Of course he had changed his appearance many-a-times, leaving only me to have seen his true form.
His hair was dark, the perfect dark brown, bordering on black but you could still see his lovely brown tints; it was flawlessly mused and fell down just beneath his ears. His eyes were brown, just like a lot of the Weasleys but his were so unique.They were so brown, they look black, but in the sunlight you could see the clear brown eyes, like pools of delicious chocolate. His skin was naturally tanned but as he spends many hours under the sun in the holidays his tan was extreme.
"Art...art, are you okay?" I stop remembering Teddy's natural form, and his favourite metamorphus face is dangerously close to mine. He always wears his hair dark, topaz blue to match his exact same shade topaz eyes, and his skin stays the same gold-brown colour. I know he hates to stay in different forms, but he loves the way his identity is secret between I and him.
"You're doing it again!" He exclaims, snapping me out of my trance.
"Wha...what?" I mutter, confused.
"You always go off in your thoughts," He explains, hugging me, "Don't worry Art I love it."
I raise my eyebrows, "everybody else hates it!"
"Yes but its part of you," He pauses, as I smile "come on, or we're going to miss the train."
I hear the whistle and my heart leaps,
I'm coming home again.
