Author's Note: I do not, and never will, own Harry Potter.
Written for the Waterfall Challenge (on HPFC).
September first was colder than usual, and King's Cross was crowded as it ticked closer to eleven o'clock. Nobody seemed to notice anything amiss with the rather large crowd of students milling about, casually disappearing through a wall. Then again, Muggles never did open their eyes to what was right in front of them, Arabella thought ruefully.
She shouldn't have come. She told herself that every year, but she always showed up with the wand she'd owl-ordered one year in her purse. It didn't do anything for her beyond warm a bit when she concentrated really hard (and purple sparks one fateful night when she was tipsy), but she could pretend.
This year was even more important, since Harry Potter was going to Hogwarts. She looked and saw him talking to a plump red-headed witch with a gaggle of children around her. Good. He'd found Molly. She would guide him where Arabella couldn't.
Harry disappeared and she sighed. For a moment, she'd been able to imagine she was eleven again, that this time it would be different.
It never was, though.