CHAPTER 1
Voldemort gazed around the messy room. He felt a surge of happiness in him- he was in power, he was ruling…
'ICEA!' he yelled, causing the nearby shelf topple its books.
A small girl with the features of her father came running down the stairs, skirts flying. She skidded to a stop in front of her dad.
'Icea, what did Mother say?' he said icily.
'Sorry, Poppa, but Draco was over…'
'I see… you seem quite taken with the boy, very true…' started Voldemort softly, 'But that does NOT give you permission to leave your room like THIS!!' he finished angrily.
Icea cowered in fright. 'Sorry, Poppa… but Draco was talking about Hogwarts… but why can't I go???????'
'Uh-uh… you know how dangerous it is… if they recognized you… no. I will not let you put your life in risk until you have sufficiently learned enough.' he growled.
'PLEASE…poppa… you went there…'
'NO!' said Voldemort.
Three days later, Icea stood on the platform of Station 9 ¾. She stood beside a wooden trunk and held her mother's hand. A warning blast of the train's whistle sent her running, almost forgetting her trunk but then sprinting to retrieve it.
Safely in the train, Icea slid into a compartment and then got up to wave to her mother. She hung out the window and waved until Lily Evans was just a black spot.
'Is anybody in here?' a voice said, outside the compartment.
'Nobody,' Icea replied lazily. The boy laughed. He sidled into the compartment door and sat beside Icea.
She turned to see a freckled face framed by a mop of fire red hair. 'I'm Ron Weasley,' the boy said, extending his hand.
'I'm Icea Vol- I mean… Vester. Icea Vester.' she said, shaking hands with Ron.
Ron lay back and took out a squashed Cauldron Cake. 'My friends Harry and Hermione are Head Boy and Girl,' he said, stuffing the cake in his mouth. 'I think they're coming now.'
He looked through the glass and spotted two people walking down the hallway. Pushing aside the compartment door he jumped out and cried, 'Harry! Hermy! Absolutely corking to see you! Come inside, come inside!' He ushered his friends in and sat them on the seats. 'This is Icea Vester, Harry, Hermione. Icea, this is Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.'
Icea shook hands with Harry and Hermione.
As she looked up, her eyes met with the young Harry. Even though the raven hair and noses were different, Harry's bottle green eyes were unmistakably her mother's.
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