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Chapter 1-
In the lingering millisecond that Lou spent within the barrier from King's Cross Station to the fabled Platform 9 and 3/4, he felt a sensationalized emptiness. Emptiness that could only be influenced by a fear of highly deluded expectations set by stories of unique travels, and unexpected adventure. Lou's thoughts concluded as light began to seep through the bleakness of the passage, his trolley rushed with such high momentum that it forced him into the flock of an aristocratic family dressed in gaudy fabrics, and outlandish hats.
Tall and short, were the hats that Lou saw, each had an assorted fabric, shade, and an abundance of decorations. Each of the women did have one thing in common; an emerald encased silver spider broach, displayed on the sashes above their brims. A mother with iced eyes and a stiff upper lip, held her infant son closer to her breast, causing a chain reaction of opposition to the young curly haired boy that just assaulted them with his trolley.
While the family recomposed their pompous conversation, Lou began to pick up his estranged bags, and checked to make sure Wesley, his cat, was unharmed. Through the thicket of greenery, a small girl made her way to Lou, with her hair a golden hue, and a small rabbit nose, she met her hazel eyes with the set blue of Lou's. Breaking contact, Lou swiftly transitioned his eyes back down to his belongings; the girl bent down by Wesley's cage, and opened it. She removed Wesley and held him in her arms, slowly rocking him, she sang softly, sounding more like an angel than a young girl. Fixated by the harmonious quality of the girl's voice, Lou snapped back into reality when she held out her hand directly in front of his face.
He took her hand to help himself up, but she pushed him back down.
"My hand was for shaking not for you to use as a stepladder." Lou was startled, but stayed on the ground. The girl began to speak at a barely audible, rapid pace, "Your cat is lovely, not quite as brilliant as my little Bandit, that's my owl. Barn owl, pure-bred, like me, I love owls; I'm just afraid he'll fly away. Your cat is so little, I love him."
Lou, processed as much as he could, he responded with, "uh-huh," before he could say any more, "where are my manners, my name is Gweneviere Eldora Lobbe-Pratton, Gwen for short, hyphenated last name. It's my aunt's, Poloma is her name, she's over there, she has the boy, and you hit her. She's sweet, sweeter than you'd think. She looks as if she's got a stick up her bum; she doesn't, but looks the picture."
Lou stared for a long while at Gwen, until his mother tapped him on the shoulder, offering her hand. He used the hand to regain his stance. Lou looked at Gwen hoping for a reaction, but she just sang to Wesley. Lou turned to see his family, his father standing at an above average height, with rectangular glasses that hung off his crooked nose, his mother short and plump, with a sweet round face, but a sour lip, and Lillian his younger sister, skinny and young, with a face kissed by a plethora of freckles.
"My, what a lovely voice you have, you sound like you're right out of the radio!" Lil boasted, as she moved her untamed strawberry hair out of her face.
"Why thank you! Hello, I'm Gweneviere Eldora Lobbe-Pratton, Gwen for short, I'm a friend of-"
"Lewis Rupert Greene, Lou for short."
"Lou?" Gwen sneered, "Excellent, well I better get back to my Aunt, we'll be boarding soon, and I want to say farewell to everyone, nice to meet you Greene family. I'll save you a seat on the train Lou."
With that she was gone.
Lou turned to his family, and smiled, the noise of the platform conjugated into a good-bye of tears and laughter. The normalcy of the Wizarding atmosphere comforted Lou. His father got his trolley resituated, as his mother began to speak.
"As a first-year, you are on your best behaviour at all times, respect all your elders, the Headmaster especially, if you see him in the halls, always make conversation. Your blanket is tucked away in the trunk, make sure you have no dairy before bed; you don't want to have stomach pains while you sleep. Make good choices when you choose your meals. Comb your hair, you're no house dog. Brush your teeth, and please stay tidy! Always be courteous when meeting new people, especially girls."
Blood rushed in his ears as Lou said, "Mum," embarrassed by the comment.
"Oh come off it you little bugger, I love you very much, so does your father." His father chimed in, "Only while he sleeps," they all laughed as Lillian began to weep.
"Louie, I'm going to be all alone without you, I don't want you to go. I don't think it's fair that you get to be older, I want to go." Lou responded lightly, "Ah, Lil, you've only got a couple years, you can even take my room, I'll be home most holidays, and you've got mum and dad." All that was heard by Lillian had seemingly been Lou giving his room to her.
Concluding their family goodbye, Mrs Greene said her last words, "I know, your father and I would love for you to be a Ravenclaw, but we will love any house you get placed in. You are already growing up to be such a brilliant and a wonderful young man. I love you very, very much."
"I know mum, I love you guys too, but I have to go!" The Greene family placed Lou's luggage with the rest for the house-elves to bring to the castle. Moving into the centre of the crowd of waving hands, Lou watched as his exceptionally tall father place Lil on his shoulders, and wraps his arm around Lou's mother as she wept. Lou took a mental picture as he finished boarding the train, anticipating every moment before the start of term.
