DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE FORMER KNOWN HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS. I OWN ONLY MACKENZIE RUSSO AND DRAGONLANCE ACADAMY.
SORRY IM NOT REALLY CONTINUEING ON WITH THE STORY YET! A LOT HAS BEEN GOING THROUGH MY MIND ABOUT IT. SO I WROTE THIS, BECAUSE I WAS INTENT ON REWRITING THIS STORY FROM THE BEGGINING. AND THEN WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO REMOVE THE OTHER CHAPTERS, AND I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU GUYS AND FIGURED YOU SHOULD HAVE A SAY IN IT. NOW, IM NOT CHANGING A LOT. IM REALLY KIND OF WRITING IT SO THE STORY LINE IS SLOWER, BUT THE PACE OF REPOSTING WILL BE MUCH QUICKER I PROMISE. WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK? I'LL GIVE IT 3 DAYS UNTIL I POST AGAIN AND AT THE END OF THE 3RD ILL COUNT THE VOTES AND KNOW WHAT TO WRITE.
RESTART IT FROM THIS? OR STOP WORRYING AND CONTINUE WITH THE ORIGINAL? ITS UP TO YOUUU. :)
He looked at me with dark eyes and a playful smirk. Something seemed wrong here. He wasn't who he said he was and I knew it, but somehow I was too afraid to admit it to myself. I didn't have anywhere to run. Everything seemed to happen so quickly, but why would this be happening to me? I asked myself what I did to deserve this over and over again in my head.
I jolted upright out of my sleep. I looked around inside the moving car, momentarily forgetting where I was. Then I remembered, and I sighed, falling back down onto the pillow that was propped against the window. I pressed her sweaty palm to the frosting window, closing my eyes to listen to the rain hit the top of the unfamiliar Vauxhall Corsa. I sighed again and dug through my small bag, pulling out a leather-bound book and a pen.
"Dear Journal," I began to write in careful script.
"Somehow I feel so out of place, and I haven't even gotten close to arriving. I'm not sure if transferring to this new school is going to do as well for me as my mother hoped it would. I do hope she's right, but I just know something will happen. Something always happens to me. Nowhere is safe for me anymore. Not even my own sleep. I'll probably get lost on the way to the school and get hit by a train. Or I'll make it to the school, and something will have gone wrong with the transcripts and I'll be sent back. Or I'll get there and make a complete fool out of myself in front of everyone who could have been important. These kinds of things don't just happen, but they always seem to happen around me."
"We'll be there in ten minutes, Mackenzie." I looked up at Paul, my British cousin, and smiled politely looking back down to scribble down a couple more words.
"I guess this is the ultimate test. Hopefully I can make it through one day."
"You know, just this morning I was telling your mother how wonderful this school is." He kept his eyes on the road. I shoved my journal deep inside my bag and looked back up, listening to him. "I went here, and Emily went here, too. This is where we met." He smiled to himself, and I smiled, too, thinking of Paul and Emily together. Somehow, the kind of love that they always had for each other seemed like it would never happen to me. Their perfect white wedding in the snow, their romantic honeymoon somewhere off in the tropics, their beautiful baby… It was so real but so distant to me. In my life, nothing could go on for that long without me screwing it up. "And here we are." Paul parked outside the train station without turning off the car, coming around to open my door. He handed me my ticket. "Now, stick to this. This is your ticket. Alright, kid?" He nudged me playfully. I smiled and hugged him.
"I'm scared." I muttered.
"You'll be fine, Miss Mackenzie Russo. I promise." He said a few more reassuring words to me before he had to leave on account of a few honking cars telling him to get his car out of the road. I made my way through the entrance to the station, looking at my ticket. Platform 9 ¾? I sighed. A mind game. At the age of 13, I'd had a handful of those. I headed for Platform 9, sure that it would be somewhere between there and Platform 10. It had to be. I looked at my ticket, feeling a bit of anger rise in me. Why couldn't it be simple?
*CRASH*
Of course I ran into somebody.
"I'm sorry…" I rubbed my back, looking on the ground for my ticket. I must have dropped it when I fell. And immediately I started to panic. I pushed a strand of dark hair out of my face and started scanning the floor. Than I was suddenly aware of somebody standing above me. I looked up, unable to see their face clearly, but it was definitely a guy… and he was reading my ticket. "Oh, thanks." I snatched the ticket from him. "I dropped it. Sorry I ran into you." I said hurriedly.
"Platform 9 ¾?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He had a smooth Scottish accent. He looked a few years older than me and I had to admit he was pretty cute.
"Is that what that says?" I looked at the ticket, trying to play it off. "Must be a fake ticket." I sighed, shrugging.
"Are you going to Hogwarts?" I gasped and couldn't find the words to say anything. I didn't know whether or not to trust him. "I mean, I am. Going to Hogwarts that is. But if you don't know what I'm talking about then I'm sorry I bothered you."
"You are?" He nodded with a look on his face like I just told him that I was attending Hogwarts too.
"Are you a first year?" He asked, motioning for me to follow him.
"N-No, I'm in my 3rd. I'm a transfer."
"Ah. So I'm guessing you don't know how to get onto the platform?" He stopped in front of a barrier in the station.
"I don't."
"Well, you have to run through that column right there." He pointed at it. I laughed.
"Oh, okay. I get it. This is a joke." He looked serious.
"It's really not."
"How do I know…?" We both turned as a group of people disappeared through the wall together. "…oh." I laughed at myself.
"Oliver!" I looked in the direction that the girl's voice was coming from. A tall blonde girl started heading our way. She was in a plain pink polo and jeans, and somehow she made it look so beautiful. I looked down at my tight faded jeans and black and white checkered hoodie. I felt like such an outcast. "Ready to get onto the train?" She hooked her arm around his and I immediately noticed the distance she was trying to put between him and me.
"Oh, yeah, Katie, this is…" He paused and looked at me. "What's your name again?"
"Mackenzie." I said awkwardly.
"Right. She's a transfer student in her third year." Katie nodded, not looking too impressed.
"Where did you get that jacket?" She asked, seeming uninterested.
"Uhm, I don't really remember." I shrugged.
"Good. Hopefully you'll never go there again." She muttered, scratching her head and looking away. I was pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear that, so I played it off.
"What was that?" I cocked my head to the side.
"Oh, I just said, too bad." She smiled sweetly. "Let's get on the Platform, shall we?" She pulled Oliver away after he gave me something that looked half like a wave goodbye, and half like a peace offering. I laughed when they were out of site. Somehow I found the courage to lunge myself at the wall and enter onto the platform.
And even though so far nothing good what-so-ever had happened to me since getting into the station, I felt like everything was going to be okay this year. I felt confidence that I could make something of myself. I could do something, and I could do it right. Even if only for a second, that had to mean something.
And so I brushed my hand through my straight hair and stepped forward onto the train with a smile.
