Demile was at Kings Cross station, pushing her overstuffed cart nervously through the crowds of people. A dusty gray cat padded along beside her, guiding her past the different platforms. Demile's palms were sweating, her eyes darting every direction, soaking in everything. She passed platform 7 and began to panic as she looked ahead. 8, 9, and 10 she could clearly see, but there was no 9 3/4. She stopped at the 9th, seeing a group of people standing in between platforms 9 and 10.
The woman was pale, white blonde hair cascading down her back in a straight sheet. She tucked a peice of it behind her ear as she ushered to small boys forward, her ice blue eyes sweeping across were platforms 9 and 10 met.
"Draco dear, just run at it! It will take you through to the express," she told the taller of the two boys.
Draco had hair like his mother's, except shorter and slicked back. He looked nervously where his mother had waved, his stormy gray eyes full of aprehension.
"Why can't he go first?" Draco questioned his mother, gesturing to the smaller boy beside him.
"You are eldest, Draco. I grow weary of this. Go, now," she responded in an icey voice.
Draco glanced at his mother pleadingly, but he averted his eyes when he noticed his mother's expression. He squared his shoulders, gripped his cart firmly, and ran started to gallop towards the wall. Demile nearly called out, but merely squeaked as he disappeared through the brick.
"Now you Jasper," she said impatiently, pushing him forward harshly.
The smaller boy, Jasper, was obviously the odd ball. His thick, sandy blonde curls and deep brown eyes made it hard to believe he was related to Draco or his mother. His features were soft and child-like, unlike his brother's pointed jaw and sharp nose. He had an expression of quiet sadness about him as he turned to face the wall.
"Hurry up boy!"
"Yes, mother," Jasper responded in a soft voice.
He jogged up to the conjunction of the platforms and vanished through like his brother. The second he had gone, his mother turned on her heel and, well, slithered away for lack of a better term. Demile shivered and watched her go, seeing her purposfully hit a stout redheaded woman with her shoulder.
Demile pulled her trolley up to the two platforms, taking a running start as she had seen the two boys before her had. She squeezed her eyes shut just as she hit the wall, skidding to a halt as she realized she hadn't collided with the brick. She opened her eyes, realizing she was now in a crowded platform, people boarding a large scarlet train. She started to push her trolley forward, passing under a light blue sight which read "Platform 9 and 3/4."
She continued forward to a woman in beige robes who was directing a rather squeemish looking boy with buck teeth.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Demile said.
The woman turned to her with a warm smile, her worn face filled with compassion.
"Yes dear? Is this your first year?"
"Yes ma'am. I was wondering what I'm supposed to do with this," Demile nodded towards her cart.
"Oh, don't bother yourself with that," the woman said, waving her wand at the trolley.
It moved from Demile's hands and towards a group of other trolleys, were men in beige robes were unloading them onto the train.
"You'll want to board on this first door here. Go find yourself a compartment, and make sure to change into your robes before you arrive at Hogwarts. Enjoy your first year!"
Demile smiled gratefully and thanked her, turning towards the door she had gestured to. Demile boarded the train, wandering down the long isle trying to find an empty compartment. Some people were already in their Hogwarts robes, wandering down the corridor with their wands trying to look important.
Demile was nearing the end of the hall, were a door clearly stated "Second Years." She saw a compartment with two girls who looked about her age, knocking on the sliding door and popping her head in.
"Do you mind if I sit with you?" Demile asked timedly. "Everywere else seems full."
"Not at all," the brunette responded, patting the seat next to her.
Demile sat.
"My name is Bella Swan, and this is Luna Lovegood."
Luna was blonde, but not in the same sense as Draco. Her hair was thicker and wispy, pulled back into a messy ponytail. She had soft blue eyes and a far away look.
"Hello Demile," Luna said in an airy voice, staring over Demile's head.
Demile decided not to mention that she hadn't told her name, but just greeted her in turn.
The rest of the trip flew by quickly, the girls pondering over houses and classes. When the train halted Demile and Bella's eyes widened, looking at eachother with excitment. Luna broke out into a wide smile and the three of them squealed, gathering their things hurredly and falling over eachother to be the first out of the compartment.
The three of them exited the train, looking around in confusion.
"Firs' years this waaaaay!" someone bellowed to their left.
The call had come from a gaint man in a thick coat, holding a lantern and ushering around the group of first years, none of whom were taller than his thigh. The girls followed him towards a black lake, several small boats waiting on the shore for them.
"Only three to eh boat!" the huge man boomed, who had occupied an entire boat himself.
Demile, Bella, and Luna were joined by a small, pixie like girl who introduced herself as Alice. They sailed in silence, gaping in wonder at the magnificent castle that was Hogwarts.
When they reached the shore, they were guided by Hagrid (Demile had overheard a boy with messy black hair tell his redheaded companion) to the castle. They were met in the entrance hall by a witch in forest green robes.
"I'll take them from here Hagrid," she said sternly, gesturing for Hagrid to continue through the great oak doors.
She turned back to the crowd and continued.
"Welcome to your first year at Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall, your Transfiguration teacher. In a few moments, you will be taken into the Great Hall and sorted into your houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. In the meantime, I suggest you make yourselves look smart."
Professor McGonagall turned on her heel and slipped through the huge doors which Hagrid had exited through not a moment before. Everyone started whispering nervously, fixing their robes and hair, picking at their nails, and checking to see if their shoes were properly tied.
Moments later, Professor McGonagall returned and led them into the Great Hall. Everyone was looking around in wonder at the floating candles and enchanted ceiling, which currently was dark and nearly cloudless.
"When I call your name, please come forward and sit here," she gestured to a stool which was currently occupied by a old and tattered hat. "I will place the Sorting Hat on your head, and once you have been sorted, you will join your house at their table. You should be able to recognize were to sit by who is cheering."
At her remark, there was quiet laughter and a few Gryffindors stood up and whooped.
"Settle down everyone, please," Professor McGonagall said in an amused tone. "Alice Brandon!"
Alice stiffened and walked forward, her eyes wide. Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head. After a few moments of deliberation, the hat called out.
"Gryffindor!"
Several cheers arrupted from the table to the far right of the hall. Alice hopped down from the stool, grinning like a mad woman as she joined her fellow Gryffindors. A few more random names were called, a red faced girl being sorted into Hufflepuff and some boys into Slytherin.
"Demile Cullen!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang out.
Demile stepped shakily forward, sitting atop the stool. From on top of her head, the hat yelled.
"Hufflepuff!!"
People from the table beside Gryffindor's started making a ruckus and clapping her on the back as she took her seat. A girl named Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor, and a few other students into various other houses. Rosalie Hale was sorted into Slytherin, and Luna into Ravenclaw.
"Draco Malfoy!" said Professor McGonagall.
The hat had barely touched his head when it screamed "Slytherin!"
His brother Jasper followed after him, being sorted into Hufflepuff and taking a seat next to Demile. She glanced over at the Slytherin table to see Draco giving Jasper a look of discust and hatred.
Brothers Edward and Emmett Masen were called and sorted into Gryffindor, next was Harry Potter who followed in suit much to his new house's pleasure.
"Isabella Swan!"
Bella grimaced at the sound of her full name and truged forward, being sorted into Gryffindor as well.
Someone named Jacob Turner was sorted into Ravenclaw, followed by a Ronald Weasley into Gryffindor.
After the sorting had finnished, everyone began to dig into the feast. And there, amongst the chatter at the Hufflepuff table, one of the most unlikely friendships Hogwarts has ever seen began.
Author's Note:
I apologize, as I realize this chapter is quite lengthly, but I had to get all this crap out of the way since the story's acctually about their 6th year. Just letting you know, only one of the pairings is cannon *coughcough*Hermione/Ron*coughcough* but everything else is jacked up ^_^
Review please!! I never check who's acctually reading this, so just pop in to say a bit and I'll be encouraged to continue, since I'll than know people are acctually reading it.