JKR. owns all the original Char. I just own the OC.
Albus looked around the crowded platform as he moved towards the train. He had already said his good byes to his parents and was on the lookout for his best friend. "Turner," he called as he pushed his way through the crowd of excited first years trying to ignore the way stared at him in awe. Sometimes he hated being Harry Potter's son.
He smiled at a group of pretty fifth and sixth year girls and watched them dissolve in to a fit of giggles. He smirked as he thought other times he didn't mind being Harry Potter's son so much. When he reached Turner he clapped him on the shoulder, "Good summer there Turner," he asked with a smile and his green eyes dancing.
Jason Turner had been his best friend since first year when he had bowled Albus over on the train. They had both been sorted into Gryffindor and were both placed on the Quidditch team. Jason with his full bodied build and muscular arms was a beater and Albus with his longer form as seeker. His brother James was Keeper and team captain.
"It was alright," was Jason's reply his Irish accent adding a musical quality to his words, his flaxen hair flashing in the sunlight as it hung in his sky blue eyes. "Yours," he asked punching Albus in the arm with a little too much oomph.
"Good as can be expected," he replied as he rubbed his arm where Jason had hit him. Then he caught a flash of chocolate curls and his mind whirled. No one he knew had chocolate curls, so he did the only natural thing and leaned past Jason's broad form to get a better look. When he caught sight of her he knew he had never seen her before, because he would have remembered that face. "Who in Merlin's name is that," he with a jut of his chin in her direction.
Large soft curls that matched the milkiest chocolate surrounded her heart shaped face. Her eyes ringed with thick lashes were the color of warm honey. Below her small nose was a full mouth that begged to be kissed. She was talking to a small blonde girl next to her as Jason answered, "That mate is Hawthorn Whitested."
"I've never seen her before," Albus said still staring, knowing that if he had he would have already been in top form in front of her. She was absolutely gorgeous. It wasn't just her face, she had a body that wouldn't quit and legs that went for miles. She smiled at her friend as she said something funny and Albus felt his heart lurch.
"Sure you have mate. She just never looked like that. Her friend must have finally talked her into a makeover," he said as he turned to look fully at her, "I must say she did a bang up job."
"Keep off Turner," Albus said, "That one's mine," he finished never taking his eyes from Hawthorn. She tossed her head back and laughed at something her friend sending both Albus heart and her curls bouncing.
"You don't stand a chance Potter. She is in Ravenclaw for one thing," Jason said with a smirk, "for another she avoids you people like the plague," he finished with a snort.
When he said that Albus tore his eyes away from her, "My people," he asked raising a questioning brow over bright green eyes, "What do you mean my people?"
"The Wotters," his friend replied, "She even turned down the seeker position for Ravenclaw to avoid you all despite her whole house begging her to take it," he said with a nod of his head in her direction. "If she had they probably would have won the cup last year," he said with a look of admiration on his handsome face.
Albus looked back at the young woman with new interest in his bright eyes, "Why does she avoid us," he asked then scowled when Scorpius Malfoy came up and draped his arm around her. She looked at him with a beautiful smile and Albus saw red. Scorpius leaned over and whispered something in her ear making her laugh loud enough that he could hear the husky sound form where he stood on the platform.
"Probably because you all treat her cousin like the scum of the Earth," Jason said with a shake of his head.
"I don't even know her cousin," Albus growled as Scorpius pulled one of her curls and she laughingly slapped his hand away. He ground his teeth as Scorpius snatched the book she held from her hand and held it over his head with his familiar smirk. Since she was to short to grab it from that height, she tickled his sides and grabbed it from him when his hands came down.
"Well the way you are staring daggers at him says otherwise mate," Jason said taking note of the fire in Albus eyes.
"That slimy git is her cousin," he said shocked and relived as Malfoy waved goodbye making his way to the Prefect car, "She doesn't even look like a Malfoy," he exclaimed.
"Neither did Bellatrix Lestrange, but they are tied by blood," Jason said with another nod, "Malfoy and Whitested are kin and thick as blood can get you. So needless to say she is loyal to him."
"So she is a pureblood elitist," Albus asked a little shocked and let down. He had hoped that she was better that all that rubbish. When Jason laughed he looked at him and raised his brow again.
"No way! Her best friend is muggle born. Candice Lark," he said pointing to the pretty little blonde she had been talking to the whole time. "Why do you think she dislikes the Wotters? You all are rivals with the only family member, besides her parents, that speaks to her and doesn't treat her like a blood traitor. The only one she likes is Rose."
"How do you know so much about her," Albus asked his eyes narrowing slightly. He suddenly didn't like his best friend's knowledge about her, he was glad she wasn't a pureblood snob, but the fact that Jason knew so much abut her made him a little jealous.
"Rose and Hawthorn are neck and neck for Head Girl," he said with a shrug, "You really should listen to Rose sometimes. She is always going on about her. Look, they are talking right now."
Albus turned back to see his cousin talking quickly with her and watched as Hawthorn brushed her brown curls over her shoulder and it reviled her previously hidden prefect's badge. A sly smile crossed his lips and his mind jumped to life, "She is a Prefect, excellent," he said as he rubbed his hands together, "I'll catch up with you later Turner, got to go meet with my fellow prefects," called over his shoulder as he moved through the crowd towards Rose and Hawthorn.
When he reached them he dropped his arm over Rose's shoulder and gave Hawthorn a charming smile, "Hello, the name is Albus Potter. Looks like we will be riding in the same car. How about you and I share a seat," he asked his eyes never leaving her honey colored ones.
Hawthorn's smile faded as she looked at him and rolled her eyes, "I'll talk to you later Rose. Come on Candice lets go before we are surrounded by larger idiots," she said her voice, deeper than he had thought, sent a shiver down his spine as she turned to leave and his jaw dropped.
Rose snorted next to him and he turned to look at her, "Stay away from that one Albus. She is out of your pitch and she's just not into you," she said and moved away towards the Prefect car. At that moment Albus knew, much like his grandfather had about Lily Evans, that no other woman would do and that by the end of the year he would have Hawthorn by his side for good.