A/N: Hope you enjoy this story!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.
An old taxi pulls up to the curb, letting out a wheeze and a loud groaning noise. I wince, noting how the cab leaned heavily on one side. I hand the old man a twenty and hop off as fast as I can, grabbing my belongings in a similar manner. The rusty car pulls away, only to break down a few blocks later. The man climbs out, glares at me like I did something that caused his car to stop, and calls the tow company.
I turn away. I did nothing, so why should I care?
I stand in front of the station, the sounds of a very ordinary London roaring in my ears. I had been here on many occasions, but this time, magic seemed to fill the air. I finish gazing upwards and shrug on my bags, my dark blue eyes darting around. Still surrounded in my own thoughts, it takes me longer to lug all of my belongings to a cart, and even longer to load my belongings onto the small push-cart. The weight has an advantage, so I give it a harsh push and jump onto the back, cold steel biting into my palms.
I catch reflections of myself in the shop windows. A tall black-haired girl with a pristine white tank, a worn cropped black leather jacket, black skinny jeans with laced-up black combat boots stares back at me. Sharp cheekbones, pale complexion paired with an oval face with symmetry a supermodel would envy. Or it would be if my face wasn't marred by a scar that traveled from my right cheekbone and up to the lower right side of my forehead, cutting my porcelain looks into shattered glass. The scar was there ever since I can remember, and they told me it was because of a shattered mirror. And the most striking features: my eyes. Cat's eyes, tilted upwards on the outer corners. They are a deep midnight blue with a band of lighter blue in the middle. They hold a forever in them, an infinite wisdom. A dreamer's eyes, one that sees everything and nothing. Ones that don't miss anything.
On the subject of missing, the eyes of strangers would hopefully be on me, missing the indignant raven that is currently preening itself, as if knowing it would be the center of attention at the station. She is a beauty, a predator in her natural element. Blue-black feathers with golden eyes, and one golden feather is what makes her magnificent, along with a four-foot wingspan and strong primaries. NightShadow finds an offending feather and picks it out with her razor-sharp beak. As soon as she is done with the deed, her piercing gaze lands on me, intense blue eyes meeting sharp golden ones. Once she is captivated, I grab the cover cloth and unleash darkness over her. NightShadow caws, surprised, but keeps silent when I start moving the cart, laughing silently to myself at her actions.
The sound of train whistles blast my eardrums to bits as I near platform nine and three-quarters. On the way, I notice a group of people like me, trying to get to the same destination, all sporting owls and suitcases. One flashes his wand and shakes it at a younger sibling, causing a frazzled mother to pinch her nose bridge and say something slowly which makes the taller one blush fire-engine red. Blazing a path through the ever-thickening crowd, I head towards a normal-looking brick arch. But, if I really am a witch, then it should be a portal to a magical world. Well, I prefer dragons. Maybe they'll have dragons in the wizarding world. Hopefully.
Lost in my ever-randomer thoughts, I run over a stray foot and my cart goes flying, sending the somewhat-calmed down bird into a frenzy. Just wonderful. Magic would be useful in this situation. Like cake. Cake is always good, especially strawberry cake. I look at the person jumping around on one foot and apologize profusely, asking again and again if he's okay. I realize it's the younger one who was being tormented earlier by his elder brother. The black haired boy waves me off, and I assume that he's fine if he'll treat me that way. He takes a look at the mess on the ground, at me try to heft a suitcase, and then at his dad, who was right behind me.
"Albus Severus Potter! Help the young lady, will you?" The man's voice is powerful, commanding, yet soft at the same time. I turn and face him after finally getting the bag into the cart.
"Hello, I'm Terri, Terri Loki," I hold my hand out for the man to shake. He furrows his brows and I feel a slight prickling in my head, an unscratchable itch in my brain. I stand awkwardly, one hand out and a rapidly diminishing courage. He is middle-aged, with wire rimmed glasses, green eyes, unruly black hair, and a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. Just when I think he's not going to take my hand, his face flattens out and he takes my hand.
"Harry, Harry Potter," he looks at me with pity in his eyes like he could see my memories of my life at the orphanage. Meanwhile, his son had finished getting the bags into the metal cart. "JAMES, LEAVE LILY ALONE!" I continue on my way, figuring that Lily was his daughter and that James was the eldest son, making Albus the whipped cream in a strawberry cake. As I proceed to the brick arch, I figure it would look quite odd, silly actually, if I suddenly ran into a six foot thick brick wall and went nowhere, so I pull a small object out of my jeans pocket. It's rounded in figure, and colored powder dribbles out of a minuscule hole in the top. Running my nimble fingers over the distraction, I quickly pull a string on the color-bomb and run. I hear a thump as it hits the ground, and a fizz when the baking soda hits the vinegar. The bottled-up carbon dioxide powers the colored powder, which will explode in three... Two... One...
"Merlin' underpan—" An indignant voice rumbles, then chokes. "MY SUIT!" Just my luck. I have angered a most likely powerful or rich person. And a magical one too. He said Merlin's... I'm not even going to try thinking about that. I sprint through the smoke, holding a cloth to my nose and mouth, fumbling blindly around for my cart with my belongings. I grab the handle of the metal cart and aim the front towards the arch and I run, hopping on top when I gain enough momentum. I close my patchwork eyes and pray that the letter wasn't a hoax just when I'm about to hit the wall. My body would make an interesting shape though, I think wryly to myself, you know, just splattered against the wall. I am braced for impact when I pass through unharmed, and I whoop loudly, startling bystanders.
"WILD ANIMAL PASSING THROUGH!" My voice cuts through the light banter of all the Englanders. "'Scuse me, pardon, watch out, OUTTA THE WAY!" I jump off the cart and stop it just in time to avoid hitting a girl engrossed in a book. She looks up, her brown hair bouncing around her shoulders, and then examines me, finally settling on my scar. She realizes that she's staring, and mutters apologies. I wave it off, and then unload my bags onto another cart, which is taken by a person in robes. Free of all my things except for my day bag, I proceed to board the train. I check the inventory if my bag before i board, making sure that I had everything. Mini weapons of mass destruction: check. Hogwarts uniform: check. Money: check. My trusty Swiss Army Knife: Check. I'm ready to roll. Right before I step on, I palm my willow and unicorn-tail eleven inch wand, the smooth wood calming me. I take a deep breath, flip on a smile, and step forward onto the train cart. The whistle sounds, steam blows, and my lithe figure disappears, the steam blanketing me and rendering me invisible, as if magic was already at work.
A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it!
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