Here is a fic I starting writing recently, combining my love for Malex from The OC and the Harry Potter series. This takes begins during the epilogue of the final Harry Potter book, The Deathly Hallows. Some OC characters are integrated into the Harry Potter world. I do not own any of the characters or idea created by J.K. Rowling or Josh Schwartz. Thank you for reading! And please review and let me know if you think I should keep going!
The Mistakes We Knew We Were Making
Chapter I part i
Marissa hugged her mother one last time. As she let go she noticed her father give a nod to a pale man with slicked back blond hair standing with an equally pale young girl, which Marissa assumed to be her daughter.
"So that's little Alexius?" Marissa overheard her Uncle Ron say to her dad.
"I guess so." Harry replied. "I'm kind of surprised to see him though. I thought the Malfoys had moved to France years back?"
"Yeah, I heard that too." Said Ron. "Surprised he moved out of his mummy and daddy's manor."
Harry shrugged. "Probably wanted to distance himself after the Final Battle."
"Coward." Ron snorted.
"Wonder why he didn't send her to Beauxbatons Academy." Said Harry.
"Well, Hogwarts is the best ain't it?" said Ron.
"True," Harry replied.
Just then Marissa's brother James came barreling toward them.
"You ready yet?" He said impatiently to his younger sister. He had agreed to at least sit with her for the beginning of the trip to Hogwarts, after some persuading from his mother. James was starting his fourth year at Hogwarts. He was build like their father and had his forever untidy hair black hair. Though he did not have his father's eyes, only Marissa had inherited those famous green eyes.
"I'm waiting for Summer." Marissa replied, "I already told you that. I promised it'd wait for her before getting on the train so we could sit together."
"Mummm…" James turned to his mother and wined shifting his weight from foot to foot looking as if he was fighting back been pulled onto the train.
"Mum I don't need him to sit with me, I'll be fine." Marissa reassured her mother. "I'll have Summer."
Ginny looked between her two children before surrendering. "Fine James, you can go-"And he was gone, swinging himself onto the train before she finished her sentence. "but you better check on your sister at least one!"
Looking around for Summer, Marissa noticed the pale man and his daughter again. In her brothers arrival she had forgotten about them. She had never heard the name Malfoy before and was curious since her dad and uncle seemed to know them. The pale girl suddenly looked over, her pale eyes locking with Marissa's bright green for a moment; Marissa looked away quickly realizing she had been staring.
Turning attention away from the pale girl she noticed how nervous her cousin Hugo seemed. He was tapping his hands against his legs as if he were drumming a song with a fast beat. His usual gregarious nature silenced by his nerves.
"Don't worry Hugo," Uncle Ron spoke to his son. "We'll love you no matter what house you're sorted into." He gave his son a reassuring smile.
Hugo gave his father a weak one in return.
"We'll only disown you if you're in Slytherin." Ron added making his face as serious as possible. Hugo went back to tapping his hands against his legs.
"Oh Ron, stop it!" Aunt Hermione chimed in kneeling down to her son. "We'll love you even if you're in Slytherin." She said giving her husband a pointed look.
"Ah, I was only jokin' Hermione, Hugo knows that." Ron said ruffling up his sons red hair, "Don'tcha Hugo?"
Hugo gave another weak smile. Marissa understood why he was so nervous about the sorting but for some reason she wasn't nervous at all. She wanted Gryffindor with all her heart, but unlike her cousin it didn't worry or think too much of it.
Marissa was about to say something to her cousin when she heard someone exclaim "Marissa!" She turned to see her best friend, Summer Wood, skipping towards her. The two hugged as her parents came over. Summer's father Oliver came up and shook Harry's hand. The two had played quidditch together back when they were in school.
"Hey Potter!" Oliver greeted warmly. "And the Mrs.!" he said giving Ginny a hug.
"How's the team Oliver?" Ginny smiled. The two regularly played quidditch against each other when Ginny played professionally. Since having a family she settled into a nice career of being a quidditch reporter for The Daily Prophet.
"Good, good." Oliver smiled. "But you'd already know that, reporting on all the matches. You convince her to put down the pen and come back to the pitch yet?" he added giving Harry a friendly elbow. "We could sure use a chaser like her."
Harry laughed, "You have to take it up with her." He said putting his hands up, staying out of it.
Marissa and Summer had been going to their parent's quidditch matches since before they could walk. The two girls grew up playing together on the side of the pitch and in the quidditch reporters' box. They joke they learned to fly before walk, though it was probably true in Summer's case. Both her parents play professionally.
"Oi! Marissa!" James yelled hanging out the open window of one of the train compartments. "You gona come to school or you want to wait another year?"
"Oh look at the time!" Aunt Hermione exclaimed. "He's right! On the train, all of you."
After a slew of final quick hugs and reassurances the kids got on the train.
"I got this compartment for you lot." James said as Marissa, Summer, and Hugo walked into the compartment. They all then proceeded to go to the window and wave to their parents as the engine horn sounded.
"Owl us what houses you all get in!" Uncle Ron yelled.
"Remember your going there to learn!" said Aunt Hermione.
"Make sure you go and say hi to Professor Longbottom! And don't forget to give him our love!" Ginny told her children.
"Mum!" James wined embarrassed, "You can't give a Professor love!"
"Oh you've known Neville since you were a baby. You know what I meant." Ginny replied exasperated.
"Good luck Marissa!" Harry beamed. "And James lets aim for less detentions this year huh?" he added shaking his head at his son. He really did take after his grandfather.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you Dad!" James yelled with a mischievous smile as the trained started to pull out of platform 9 ¾. He patted inside pocket of his robes to feel the Marauders Map he swiped from his Dads desk.
Words of love and waves were passed as the train left. The children sitting down only after their parents were out of site. Their parents, in turn, waving until the train made the bend.
part ii
Alex stood by the scarlet engine with her father. She saw him nod to a dark haired man surrounded by what seemed like a large group of family. She raised her eyebrow at the action but quickly hid the expression; she didn't ask her father questions. The man that looked to be of her father's age he seemed someone un-kept with his messy hair, compared to her father at least.
"Alright Alexius," Draco began placing a hand on her shoulder, "Do us proud, remember to owl your mother, and after the sorting owl your grandfather as well. You know he is interested in the names of your fellow Slytherins."
"Yes Papa." Alex answered dutifully. "You are certain I cannot bring my broom?"
"Alexius we have been through this." Draco spoke in a slow almost stern voice. "No first year is allowed to have a personal broom." He flicked his gaze over to the man again as he said this. Alex followed his gaze and noticed a girl with green eyes staring at her. The girl then quickly looked away, Alex's facial expression unchanging.
Her father kissed her forehead. "Get on the train, Alexius; you don't want all the compartments to be taken. You never know who will have to sit with."
"Goodbye Papa." Alex said. "I promise I will send an owl."
"Good, off you go." Draco said as he gave a pat on the shoulder. Alex turned started up the stairs onto the train.
"Oh and Alexius," Draco drawled, "Do not get caught making any mischief. Just because you will be in a different country does not mean we will not hear about it."
A small smirk flashed across her face as she paused to listen to her father's words before disappearing onto the train. The key word in her warning was caught and she knew it. Her father had once told her the quote 'It is easier to ask for forgiveness than permission' and she has lived by it ever since.
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