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1. The first journey

Her eyes were silently filling with anger, and her face was turning red. "I can't possibly like him. I mean he looks like a bloody child!" she yelled motioning

exasperatedly with her hands. I shook my head with a wide grin on my face. "Oh, I know. But you fancy him, and you know it." The strangled expression on her face

made me laugh out loud. "I do not!" she yelled, even more exasperated than before and was about to grab the pillow from her bed. "Olivia, come on, I'm just

kidding." I said as the laughter wore off and the pillow she had in her hand flew across the room. She didn't manage to hit me. Her face seemed absolutely defeated,

and she let her head fall down into her hands. The honey brown locks that grazed her fingers were knotted after a windy day and she was flustered. In some strange

way, I actually felt sorry for her.

"Hey, Liv, it could be worse. At least you're not actually sure." I said with a soothing voice and quickly sat down next to her on the bed. She huffed loudly, telling me,

without actually saying it aloud, that my point was absolutely useless and had no actual effect. "I told you. I don't and I can't like him!" she nearly smacked me in the

face as her hands once again moved outwards to make her anger and surprise and agony known. Really, it was starting to get ridiculous.

"If that's right then everything is fine, and I would love to finally go to bed. Henry really isn't worth staying up for." I managed to say without actually sounding

angered, and stood up from her bed, effectively removing my comforting hands from her back. She looked up at me with two brown eyes, widening them as much as

she could, before relaxing again. "You're right. I'm being idiotic, I's just Henry…" she said as if trying to make herself believe that, but persuading oneself and

convincing oneself are two very different things. I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands. "Yeah… good night, Olive, sleep tight." I said tiredly and sat down in my

bed again, glad that I could finally rest.

The next morning was, not so surprisingly, brutal. I could barely open my eyes when the loud knocking sounded on the door, and groaned loudly when I realized that

this was not the first time the knocking had sounded today. "Girls, you have to get ready, we only have a few hours before you have to be at the train station!" Mrs.

Cabot's voice was high pitched and loud, and even if I had wanted to, I would never have been able to sleep through it. I heard the familiar sounds of someone

shifting in their bed, and turned, as slowly as I could not to waste any energy, to look at Olivia. She looked terribly tired. "Yes, mother, we know!" She yelled back, as

I cringed. She would never admit it, but she had inherited some of her mother's persistent voice. "Good, I'll see you downstairs in an hour for breakfast." Well at least

she didn't walk into the room. At least she gave her daughter some privacy. If this was because she had respect for her or because she though Olivia and I were

secret lesbians doing the dirty every second we could, I didn't know, but I still appreciated the gesture.

"Livvie, we're going back to school." I stated and smiled in her direction barely able to contain the happiness bubbling in my chest. It wasn't that I was such a

complete and utter nerd, it was more the fact that I was going to a place where I would be able to learn more about who I was. I was going to a place where the

impossible was possible, I was going to the most wonderful, extraordinary and magical place in the world. I was going to the best school ever made. I was going to

Hogwarts.

"It's one of our last years there though, Anna, I'm not sure how happy I am about that." Liv said, a bittersweet tinge to her voice. I ignored it. Thinking about it was

not only highly uncomfortable, but also quite a bit sad. "We'll see Lily again, I wonder how her summer has been." I said and welcomed the silence that came from

Liv.

A few minutes later we both had to get up from bed and get ready for the train. We'd packed our big suit cases the night before, so there was nothing to worry about

on that front. I was so tired as we hurried to make the time limit Mrs. Cabot had given us, that I had trouble getting anything at all done. Olivia's room might have

been big, but it certainly wasn't tidy. Her robes and clothes were strewed all over the floor, and as I managed my way through it all to get to the bathroom that

morning, I'm quite sure I stabbed my foot more than just one time on one of her high heeled shoes. Adding another bed to her room for my comfort while staying at

the Cabots, didn't exactly made it easier to maneuver.

"Jesus, Liv, what's up with this? You're supposed to be the tidy one!" I groaned as I finally managed to pull a sweater over my dark haired head. Olivia, who hadn't

been paying much attention to anything but her face since she woke up, turned from her make up mirror and stared at me with a look of annoyance. "Well, it isn't my

fault I can't do magic outside of school, and don't blame it all on me. Some of this is your doing." She snapped, an offended tone to her voice. I smiled quite fondly.

"Oh, I love how we're good enough friends for you to snap at me like that," I said as I made my way out of her room, but not before seeing a small smile forming on

Olivia's face.

Two hours later Olivia had said goodbye to her parents, and we were both sitting inside one of the many carriages in the Hogwarts express. We were, inevitably,

early. Liv's mother had a strict schedule and therefore whenever she was around, Olivia was always on time. When she wasn't around, well… that was a completely

different story.

"Did you remember to send an owl to your parents?" she asked as I shoved my big suitcase over my seat. I was quite tempted to laugh as she asked her question.

"Well I did, but they don't like me doing it. They can't seem to get used to the whole owl thing. Mum doesn't understand why I can't just phone her," I laughed as I

said it. My parent's struggle with the magical world did quite often seem ridiculous to wizards, but to me it was mostly humorous… and a bit terrible. Maybe they were

just simply too old to embrace this new phenomenon into their lives.

"What, is she still afraid the neighbors will think they run an illegal owl smuggling service?" Olivia asked clearly annoyed at my parents for not supporting the magical

world in full. I looked at her and jumped down from my seat having finished putting away my suitcase. "Well, it's more the fact that she has this immense fear of

anything unknown to her. Dad is actually quite happy whenever I send him a letter or two, but I think that's more for the benefit of knowing I'm alive and okay than

the way he receives it." I said and shook my head quickly as Olivia's brows furrowed and her hands went upwards. "Liv, they're muggles. Everything called magic has

been shut down in every possible way throughout their whole lives; you can't expect that to change just because I'm a witch." I said quickly sighing slightly as I

finished. There wasn't any other way to put it. And my parents weren't exactly the types to embrace new things.

We didn't discuss the subject any longer on that train ride, and I was happy about it. I was happy to have a muggle childhood, because that meant that I got the best

of both worlds. Whoever said that knew what he was talking about I tell you. I got to live a very un-magical life as a child. I knew how to live a life as such and I still

had my old habits, I could manage in either world.

I didn't want to fall asleep, quite the contrary, I wanted to enjoy what would be one of my last train rides to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, but as faith

had it, I did not have the willpower to stay awake. Olivia had kept me up for such a long time yesterday with her thoughts and complaints about Henry Stone that I'm

sure I'd gotten drunk with sleepiness. (That does actually happen). I wasn't about to curse her though, Olivia Cabot was after all one of my best friends.

"Anna!" my green eyes flew open in great surprise and my hands flew about in bewilderment as the familiar sound of a very red headed witch hit my ears. I barely

had a chance to recollect myself from the nap before Lily Evans' hands grabbed a hold of me and squeezed my being lovingly. "Ohh, Anna, I've missed you," she said

with a smile etched into her face. It took me a while to realize what had just happened, and when I did I could barely contain my happiness. Lily was one of my very

best friends. "Lily!" I shouted just as excited as she had been and wrapped my hands strongly around her giving her a good squeeze.

When we had both calmed down Lily took a place next to Olivia who was very clearly still asleep. Lily giggled when I looked at my best friend. "I tried to wake her,

but the girl sleeps like no other. You on the other hand were easier." Lily was right; Olivia was a nightmare to try to wake up. She could sleep through anything if she

really wanted to.

"What time is it? How long was I asleep for?" I asked curiously and a bit stressed out. Had I missed the candy carriage? Had I missed the famous train mingling we all

did when finally meeting again after a long summer? Lily shot me an apologetic glance and my heart dropped a bit. "Sorry, Ann, we're nearly there so we have to get

our robes on." After seeing my dejected face she quickly retaliated. "I would have come sooner, but I met Marge and you know how she is! She wouldn't let me go. If

James hadn't come when he did I swear I would have cursed her to the moon and back." Lily said exasperated and full of apology. "It's fine Lil, I'll see everyone in

school anyways. Don't worry." But on the contrary, I did want her to worry. Of course I did. I had wanted to meet everyone, I had wanted to mingle and meet new

people. And the feeling of not being able to could almost have choked me up.

Twenty minutes later Olivia had woken up and we were all heading to Hogwarts in our robes and gold and red ties. Lily was quick to persuade us to let Severus Snape

sit in our carriage as his so called friends hadn't saved him a seat. Everyone with eyes could see that Severus was in love with Lily and so it almost pained me to let

him hitch a ride with us. Especially since Lily would never fall for Severus. He was pining after a girl he would never have.

The opening ceremony had been nothing but magnificent with Dumbledore's wicked worlds and the sorting hat spewing out a song about courage and wit, power and

loyalty. The first years had excitedly been placed into their houses, and we had cheered the new additions to Gryffindor, but it had taken a long hour to do so, so

when the food finally appeared on our tables, we were all a bit more than just a little famished.

"Oh, dear God, I'm so hungry." I groaned loudly as I stacked my golden plate up with the feast attracting a few funny or even curious glances. Sleeping throughout

the train ride had definitely not benefited me. It was a good seven hours just to get to Hogwarts and now we had waited for another hour just to get in and sorted.

Lily laughed out loud while Olivia stared at me with disgust. "Anna, you're still a lady, why don't you act like one?" She asked quite obnoxiously while discretely

putting food on her plate. She was probably embarrassed that someone had noticed my outburst, and as a response I scowled at her to show her that I did not

appreciate the comment and that I had no plans on using extra brain power just to make an answer.

"What's got you in such a foul mood?" Asked Lily raising her eyebrows, instantly making her eyes pop. Olivia snorted and looked away. I didn't say much either as I

was busy finally filling my stomach with something else than water and pumpkin juice. Chocolate pudding had never tasted better.

"So, tell me about your summer, Lil," I said as a cup of coffee materialized in front of my hand. Lily's bright green eyes shone and her small plump lips turned into a

smile. "It was absolutely wonderful! Mom and dad took Petunia and I to Norway!" She said excitedly and I raised my eyebrows in surprise while taking a zip of the hot

coffee. "Wow, Norway. That's uh… what did you do there? Get attacked by Vikings?" I asked as I laughed a bit. Sarcasm was a locked in trait with me.

"We visited the fjords, and climbed the seven mountains surrounding Bergen, and we even had the fortune of good weather!" she continued ignoring the sarcastic

remark from me. "I've heard Norway is climbing the ladder on successful countries, well at least in the muggle world." I said and smiled at Lily. "I wouldn't know, but

I did meet some really nice witches and wizards. Petunia almost had a fit when I introduced her to some of them…" Lily's voice trailed off, and I could see her dive

into a completely other thought pattern, leaving me to muse about nothing else than the fact that I hadn't been anywhere this summer, and that my mum worked

way too much to ever have the time to take me anywhere at all, and that my dad had sent me to the Lupin's or Cabot's whenever I'd told him I needed to do

something.

"Hey, Liv, next weekend we have to go to Hogsmead, I'm craving Rosmerta's Butterbeer." I stated trying to see if Olive was in a talk active mood again, but she

merely nodded in my direction, her eyes locked on someone else and her mind drifting into another world. I followed her gaze and quickly found myself looking at the

Slytherin table where a Mr. Henry Stone was laughing with his friends. His blonde hair combed handsomely, giving his mane quite the attractive look, and his face

eager.

I noticed how he, despite still looking quite scrawny, did no longer look like a child. "Don't like him my ass…" I murmured silently to myself just as the loud sound of

Dumbledore's voice told us that the feast was over and that the prefects, thank God I wasn't one of them, were to take the first years to their house's dormitories. I

watched as Lily eagerly stood up to lead way and followed her example by standing up and leaving towards the Gryffindor's common room. I hoped, by all means that

Olivia's mood would brighten until tomorrow, and that the sleep I was still craving, would not be ruined by the delicious cup of coffee I had just consumed. (if it was, I

was sure there existed a spell to fix it though)

And with that I hurried into the girl's dormitory before anyone had the chance to distract me.

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