Disclaimer: Unless JK Rowling is going to give me the rights to Harry Potter for Christmas, I don't own any of her characters or places or ideas.
A/N:This is a new version of a story I tried to write a while ago, and now have started up (hopefully better). Enjoy.
Chapter One: Return to Hogwarts
Alexia Potter was as normal as most eleven-year-olds go. She had sleek, copper-colored hair that fell to the middle of her back, and startlingly green eyes. She was petite, and slightly shy, and had a tendency to twist her hair around her fingers when she got nervous.
Currently, Alexia was twisting her hair, frantically and nervously. She sat upon a large trunk, in the front hall of her large house, and gazing intently at a grand father clock, as it ticked closer to10 o'clock. As the clock began to strike, she jumped off the trunk, letting her hair fall back.
"Logan! LO-gan!" she called running through the massive dining room into the large living room, "Where ARE you? Logan!" Alexia heard a clatter behind her, and ran back toward the front hall, arriving in time to see her older brother heaving a trunk down the marble staircase.
"LOGAN!" She screamed, running forward, "You're going to chip the marble, for goodness sakes, you idiot!" Logan stopped, and glared at her. He was a handsome boy, tall, and thin, with a mop of black hair, and hazel eyes. At thirteen, he felt much the superior to Alexia and very knowledgeable in the ways of the world.
"Lexi. How else am I supposed to get my trunk down stairs?"
"Well I don't know," blustered Alexia, "You could have called Mopsy, or something! Just not by dragging it down the stairs." Logan rolled his eyes, and tugged the trunk the rest of the way down the stairs.
"Mopsy is so old that she can barely fold a pair of socks, much less carry my trunk down three flights of stairs," He heaved a huge fake sigh, and looked at Alexia, "I suppose you wouldn't help me carry it the rest of the way, would you? Because you wouldn't want me to scratch the floor, huh?" Alexia glared at her brother, but helped him carry his trunk, and set it down next to her hers.
Suddenly, a small, wrinkled creature with large ears, a round, squashed nose, and a mop of thin gray hair came shuffling into the room. When she reached Alexia and Logan she curtsied, and squeaked, "Mistress has told Mopsy to come fetch the young miss and master. You are to come with Mopsy," Mopsy turned, and shuffled off, trailed by Alexia and Logan.
They climbed the large pale marble staircase up two flights, before turning off onto a deep blue carpeted hall.
"Mopsy must go. Mistress is in Mistress's bedroom," squeaked Mopsy, before shuffling off.
Alexia led the way down the long hall.
"Mum? What is it?" she called, as she turned into one of the most stunning rooms in the large house.
The floor was a pale green carpet, seemingly three inches deep. The walls were painted cream, with gold trimmings. All the furniture was pale creamy wood, edged with gold and draped with pale green.
"Oh! Lexi, Logi. Perfect. We have to leave, or you'll miss the train. Come on, kids." The petite, fiery-haired woman began walking out of the room, "Oh, and Mopsy, don't let anyone in while I'm gone," she called, as the three passed the crippled house elf in the hall,
"Yes, Mistress," she said, standing aside for them.
"We're going to go to the station via my parents' house," said their mother to the two children as they went downstairs to fetch their trunks, "So get your trunks, and we'll use the floo powder." She squeezed Alexia's hand, "You nervous?" Alexia, who had been twisting her hair around her finger, nodded.
"A bit."
She grabbed her trunk, and they walked over to the fireplace. The flames turned emerald green, and Logan stepped into them, shouting, "The Burrow!" Their mother fallowed him. Alexia stood in the silent room, and looked 'round her house one more time, before stepping into the flames and shouting, "The Burrow!"
She spun, faster and faster, and then suddenly, she stopped. The awkwardness of holding her trunk caught her off balance, and she began to fall, before strong hands caught her, and set her on her feet.
"Oh, Alexia!" Molly Weasley, her red hair dulled with gray, hugged her granddaughter hard, "You've grown so much! It's so good to see you! And on your first day of Hogwarts, too. Oh, Darling!" Alexia blushed, her whole face turning red, and squirmed out of her grandmother's arms.
"We've got to go, Mum," said her mother, pecking Mrs. Weasley on the cheek, "But it's good to see you,"
"Yes, Ginny Dear," Mrs. Weasley, "Have a good term, you two!"
Alexia was herded out the door with Logan by their mother. A turquoise Ford Anglia sat in the yard, surrounded by chickens, scratching at the ground.
"C'mon, kids," Ginny slid around into the driver's seat, then checked to see that her children were buckled in, "I'll come back to return the car around noon, OK Mum?" Mrs. Weasley smiled,
"Of course, dear. Stay for lunch. Remus is dropping in, and you haven't seen him in a while."
"Sure Mum." The Ford Anglia flickered, and then disappeared. The engine roared, then faded to a dull hum. Next to her, Alexia heard Logan shout, "Wicked!"
She felt odd, detached. She could feel the car around her, but couldn't see it, and wasn't sure that she liked this way of travel.
Thirty minutes later, the car touched down outside of Kings Cross Station. Ginny helped Logan and Alexia put their trunks on two trolleys, and wheel them into the station.
"Here, Logan, you go first," said Ginny, and her son leaned casually against the barrier between platform 9 and platform 10. Alexia blinked, and he was gone.
"Here Lexi," Her mother pulled her towards the barrier. She saw the solidness of it, and then suddenly it wasn't there. Before her was a huge scarlet steam engine, belching steam. Logan had already disappeared with some friends. Alexia gazed around her, feeling smaller than ever.
"Have a good term, Darling. Send me lots of letters." Alexia hugged her mother, and walked towards the train. She lifted her trunk off the trolley, and tried to push it up the steps.
"Hey," someone said, "Need any help?" Alexia looked up to see a tall, dark haired boy grabbing the other end of her trunk.
"Yes please!" she panted, and together they shoved the trunk onto the train.
"I'm Chase," said the boy, "Chase Hutchinson. Are you new?"
"Yeah," replied Alexia, "I'm Alexia Potter. Thanks for helping," but the boy wasn't listening.
"Alexia Potter? You mean, your dad was…" She sighed.
"Yeah. My dad was the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One. Yep, he's Harry Potter."
A memory of a tall, black haired man, kissing her mother good bye. And then a letter arriving two months later that made her mother shut herself in her room, where Alexia could hear sobbing. A funeral on a perfect day, sun shining hotly on the millions of witches and wizards dressed in black robes, hats and veils, come to mourn their hero, fallen at last.
"Wow," breathed Chase, "That is so bloody awesome. So what was it like? To have him as a dad, I mean?" Alexia's eyes slowly began to fill with tears. She lowered her head so that Chase wouldn't see.
She could see her mother, her fiery hair wrapped in a black scarf, hands pressed on the gold plaque with the simple words 'In the Memory of Harry Potter, Loving Husband and Father,' that was set into the white marble tome.
"I'd rather not talk about it," She said. Chase looked instantly abashed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, or anything. Oh, oh, don't cry! Please? I'm sorry!" Tears began to slowly course down her cheeks, but she shook her head, and tried to wipe them away.
"It's just," sniffed Alexia, "He d-died so recently. I m-mean, he was almost never home anyways, but even th-then, I knew that he c-could come home, if he had time. Now, even if he r-really wants to, no matter what, he c-can't come home…" Alexia found that she was sobbing full out now. "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm acting silly. I'm sorry."
She could see the black mass of witches and wizards forming a long scraggly line to kiss the tome of her father. She remembered clinging to her mother's skirt, while sobbing people held her mother's hand and spoke whispered condolences.
Chase shook his head, and handed her a handkerchief. "No, no, I know how you feel. Well, not exactly, but I know what it's like to lose someone. My mom died of Cancer when I was six. It's a muggle disease."
Suddenly a loud blast from the train's horn, made Alexia dash to the window.
"Bye Mum!" She called out the window, "Bye!" Her mother waved back, a smile on her face, until the train rounded a corner, and the station disappeared.
A/N: so, what did you think? The next chappie will (I think) be more interesting.