The day starts with some annoying…something going off. Is that the alarm clock, or is it something else? I rolled out of bed and looked at the clock in the corner of the room and found that it was half past nine…
"Half-past nine…that's nice…wake me up in time for the train…" I mumbled to the source of the noise, which I discovered to be my watch. I set my watch so that I would be on time when I left for my new school…wait a second…HALF PAST NINE! "Crap! I'm going to be sooooo late!"
Oh, you're probably wondering at this point who I am. Kara Potter, 3rd year and hopefully a Gryffindor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well, I'm going into the 3rd year. Before this, I wasn't able to go to Hogwarts since no one knew where my parents had hidden me before the ending of our war…
Why hide me? I mean, old Moldie-Voldy was going to be defeated by my dad, Harry Potter, so why hide his only daughter? Turns out that both my parents were on borrowed time after Moldie was defeated. My mom, Ginny Weasley, and my father only lived for about two years after the war. They did get married and had me, but there was something wrong apparently and mom, dad, and Professor McGonagall decided it would be better for me to go into hiding. So, I did and this year I get to go out of it.
Though, I'm luckier then my dad was. He had to go to his Aunt's house and she didn't even like him. When I was forced to hide, my parents asked their friends Remus and Tonks to take me in as their own. Basically, while the whole Wizarding world was frantic searching for the only child of the "Boy-Who-Lived", I was hiding under their nose the entire time in the house of one of the Ministries Aurors.
"Kara, hurry up or you're going to be late for the train!" Uncle Remus called up the stairs.
"YIKES! I'll be down in two shakes of a kneazles tail!" I yelled back, getting out of my reflection of the past and rushing around to get changed. I passed the mirror on my way out, just shaking my head and not even trying to brush through it. I swear, the day I get a hairbrush through my hair and have my hair lay flat will be the end of the world. If people think most of the Weasley's hair make it appear as if their head is on fire, at least their hair doesn't stick out in every single direction possible.
As I tripped down the stairs, Uncle Remus walked by and took a look at me. "Do you even try to win that battle against your hair anymore, Kara?" he asked, knowing the answer was no.
"If I said yes, would I have to go back up and comb through it?" I asked him, trying to look innocent. Didn't work. He just shook his head and pointed to the stairs. "Come on, it's almost 10!"
Aunt Tonks chose that moment to walk by as well. She shook her head. "Mel, you've got at least a half an hour before the train even gets to the station. Go brush your hair and then we can have breakfast."
"Everyone is against me! Even my hair! How is that possible, I ask you?" I cried as I went up the stairs back to my room to get a brush through my hair. I got through half of the left side of my hair before there was a "SNAP!" "Ummm…Auntie Tonks! My hairbrush snapped in half again!"
There was an explosion of laughter coming from downstairs. "I'm glad you enjoy the entertainment, but if you really want me to finish brushing this thing on my head, you soooo better get up here and fix this hairbrush since I can't do it myself anymore."
Another thing. After being in hiding from the Ministry of Magic, those busybodies actually found me this year. So, now I can't cast magic outside of school. That reminds me…
As Auntie Tonks came in, I asked, "How many reporters are out there today?" Ever since my location was discovered, there had been so many reporters I couldn't count them all.
Auntie Tonks shook her head, took my hairbrush, fixed it, and told me "No reporters out there right now, but I'm sure there will be some at the train station when you leave."
I groaned. If there was one thing I completely agreed with my late father on, it was that reporters were annoying and needed to go jump off the nearest cliff. Though, his nickname was better then mine. I am the "Girl-Who-Disappeared", daughter of the "Boy-Who-Lived" and "Chosen one". Whoever comes up with nicknames in the newspapers needs to be hit with a good stunning curse. Or bat-boogey hex.
"When will they stop this! It's driving me absolutely nuts!" I cried.
Auntie Tonks just laughed and went down stairs, leaving me to fight with the rest of my hair. When I finally got through my hair (and even then it didn't look completely brushed), I went downstairs to the kitchen where my trunk and my breakfast were waiting.
"It only took you about 10 minutes and your brush snapping once to get through your hair. That must be some new record," Uncle Remus said in amusement.
"Ha ha ha, I'm dying of laughter over here," I said, rolling my eyes. "Do I really have to go this year?"
"Yes, you do. Just think, this year you get to go with Sirius," Auntie Tonks said.
Sirius Lupin is Tonks and Remus' only son. He's my age and has been going to Hogwarts. It's rather hard to describe Sirius' looks since he is a metamorphmagus, but he usually keeps what his parents say is his natural sandy colored hair, but changes his eyes to an emerald green to match mine. I don't know why, but Sirius seems to really like my eyes. I don't know whether to be flattered or kind of scared.
Sirius also took after the person he got his name from. I don't know how many letters we've gotten while he was at school saying he was caught out after curfew. There was also the exploding toilets incident. Sirius was nice enough to send me a seat, which I promptly chucked at his head when he got home. Poor Gryffindor probably hasn't won the cup in a couple years.
"Speaking of Sirius, were is he? Shouldn't he be eating?" I asked.
"He already ate…and should be coming down soon," Auntie Tonks said.
"What's this about me?" Sirius asked, coming down the stairs.
"Nothing, just wondering if you were even up yet. Wait, he's up before ten?" I said, surprised.
Sirius tried looking hurt. "Are you saying I'm lazy and sleep all the time?"
"No, I'm just surprised you're up in time to go to school. Looking forward to bugging the teachers or something?" I asked.
"If you must know…never mind, yes, I am looking forward to bugging the teachers."
"Don't give McGonagall anymore gray hairs. She actually yelled at me when we went to talk to her about Kara going to school there this year since she got found out, blaming it on me," Uncle Remus said.
The three of us laughed. "Probably cause it was your fault. Why did you have to tell Sirius and Kara that dry ice would not only make people really cold, but blow up the toilet?" Auntie Tonks asked.
"I didn't really think either of them would use that piece of knowledge, I thought it would be a good tidbit of information," Uncle Remus defended.
"You should have known one of us would use that piece of knowledge for evil," I pointed out.
A clock chimed. "Well, is everyone set to go?" Uncle Remus asked. "We've got half an hour before the train leaves and we should go now so we don't meet any of Kara's friends."
"What friends? I don't have any friends we should be meeting there. I do have some people that are allowed to stalk me by the government that should be there," I clarified.
"I think we're ready. Do you have Star?" Sirius asked me.
"Oops, hold on a second!" I exclaimed, running up the stairs back into my room.
Looking under my bed, I said to myself, "I can't believe I almost forgot my cat!"
"Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity," Sirius commented from the doorway.
"Only if you answer yourself. Star, come here!" I said, trying to get her out from under the bed. Star is my very fluffy black cat with hazel eyes. She also has a white star shaped spot by her right eye, which is where I got her name. Star slowly crawled over to me. When she got past the end of my bed, I picked her up and put her in the cat carrier I got for the trip.
"Now I'm ready. Can we go now?" I asked, wanting to get this first trip over with.
Sirius nodded and we went downstairs to meet up with Uncle Remus and Auntie Tonks. We quietly grabbed our trunks and walked down the street to the train station.
"At least we don't have a car ride to go through. The Weasley's always had a fun time going to the station each year. Except for the year Sirius escaped from Azkaban, but that was out of fear," Uncle Remus commented.
"And we have about fifteen minutes before the train leaves," Auntie Tonks said.
I started paying more attention to my surroundings so I could hide and maybe not get caught by a reporter. I didn't see anyone in the main part of the station, so I breathed a small sigh of relief.
"Now, an idea for you, Mel. Maybe you should run when you go through the barrier. Go right into the train," Auntie Tonks suggested.
"Oh, yes, then it will look like a fireball is flying around Platform Nine and Three Quarters," Sirius teased. "Maybe you should wear that invisibility cloak to complete the image."
I laughed at the image. I wonder what the other people on the platform would think. Then the reporters could write about that instead of me.
"That would work except for the fact that she needs to bring her stuff onto the train," Uncle Remus pointed out with a small smile on his face as he squished that idea.
"Can I take that as a sign that there is no way to really get to the train without someone seeing me and making a comment?" I said, grumpily.
"Hide behind Sirius," Auntie Tonks suggested again.
I nodded and pointed at Sirius. "Don't you even dare to grab someone's attention on the platform or else you might not be too comfortable on the first day back," I warned.
With that said, the four of us slid through the barrier onto the platform to the start of a new year and a new journey.
A/N: I started this story before A Griffin's Tale, but never put it up. I've got a storyline for this one, but I'm not sure how far I'm going to take it. If you like it, leave a review. If you don't, leave a review with constructive critisism, not a flame. As much as fire is fun, I would rather have something that could help me.