Gwen
AN: Part one of the Llewellyn trilogy, set in the marauder period contains some Lilly and James pairing I owe nothing but the Llewellyn family
Chapter One
The passageway is narrowed by the presence of a trunk and a woven cat basket. The basket is home to one contentious kitty Jigsaw, who lives with rather than belongs to one Gwen Llewellyn, whose trunk packed for the new school year is littering the otherwise immaculate hall.
Jigsaw meows crying for freedom.
"You love it when you're there," Gwen smiles tickling his whiskered cheek. Every year for the past six years it's the same thing, maybe Jigsaw just doesn't like her cage but muggles are a funny lot and she has to get a train to Kings Cross from Three Bridges. Her father could easily arrange a car from the Ministry, but he wont and she is too young to travel magically so train it is.
The Llewellyn estate is huge, a three hundred year old building of stone not unlike the castle where Gwen attends school. She closes the door, her father is not even there to see her off but it doesn't surprise her. Her father the great Aurora and recently in the running or Minister of Magic, is hero worshipped by the whole of the wizardry world except his own daughter.
The journey to Kings Cross was uneventful, she is rapidly becoming accustomed to the stares from the other passengers. The delay because of leaves on the rails however are just irking her good nature, and she is on the Gryffindor Quidditch team with James Potter she is used to being irked.
At least as soon as she steps foot on to the platform her best friend Lilly Evans is waiting with a tight hug. "How was your summer?" She asks as a way of a greeting.
"Uneventful," Gwen answers.
"Petunia is just horrible, you're lucky that you don't have any siblings." Lilly sighs, her sister is always mean to her because she is a witch. To Petunia magic is a really bad thing, or so she says truth is she's jealous of the extra attention put on Lilly by their parents. Gwen who has never been showed any type of attention from her father can symphonise, not that she'll tell Lilly that.
"Dad always wanted a son," she says shrugging.
"I have to go to the Prefects carriage," Lilly smiles pardoning her self. Gwen watches her leave longing to be going with her, but instead her and Jigsaw make their way into the carriage taken up largely by her fellow Gryffindor Quidditch team.
She sits by the window, it provides a good place to stare out in silence rather than staring at Sirius Black. Her crush on her fellow chaser is an annoyance, nothing has ever happened and nothing ever will but still she fancies him something chronic.
Everyone is already comparing grades scores and holiday stories, like who went to what games and the Keeper who went to Bulgaria for no reason except his mum likes toy boys.
"Being even quieter than usual Gwen," James teases. He roughs up his dark hair, to look like he just got off his broom.
"Pardon el Captain," she smiles. "I didn't do a lot this summer saw the Tornadoes play a couple of times, went to Romania to hunt Vampires with Father and stayed at home on my tod."
"You went vampire hunting?" Sirius asks, implying that she is a bit too delicate to rough it.
"Well you know Father, never too young to start and he said that I would learn more through being there than reading it in a book."
"Even while you Know Who is out there?"
She shrugs, "Didn't say Father made sense only he was doing some work for the Ministry and I had to tag along."
"How did your exams go?" James asks, she knows he's fishing for information about Lilly but best friends don't gossip about each other.
"Five O's, three E's and an A." She says turning back to the window.
"Wow, five O's?" David, the muggle born Beater whistles.
"I am the cleverest witch of my age," she sighs. Everyone says that about her, they expect great things from her and she isn't sure if she can deliver.
"How did Evans do?" James asks.
"Well," Gwen answers. She knows that Evans like her excelled but loyalty prevents her from giving too much away. "And yourself Potter? Hope your little sport didn't stop you from getting on with your practical?"
James smiles and everyone knows that she's talking about the performance he made after the Defence Against the Dark Arts theory. She didn't know that she could feel sorry for Severous Snape.
"Did about the same as you, didn't you Prongs?" Sirius asks, they have strange little pet names for each other.
"Just about Padfoot, oh look it's Wormtail!" James smiles, sure enough Peter Pettigrew is worming his way down the corridor looking for his friends.
Gwen fades into the window and the green patchwork fields of British countryside. She doesn't feel like she belongs with the others, why did she join the team? Oh right, Sirius, she wanted to get him to notice her and now she's stuck with her father's voice in her head telling her that she will never amount to anything.
The cheery lady with the trolley rolls to their door, "Anything from the trolley my dears?"
A chorus of orders join the rumble of Gwen's stomach but she doesn't order anything to fill the hole in her stomach. At least she can control her appetite.
"Cheer up Gwenie, might never happen," smiles Sirius.
"The name's Gwen!" She objects but secretly she likes that Sirius feel that he can change her name to his liking.