Ava had been to Kings Cross station many times. In fact, even the staff new her after she'd spent five months living in a small, unused corner if the massive station. She knew exactly where the platform was. After recieving the letter addresed to Miss , she'd thought it best to simply send one back with the owl that delivered her letter.
Dear Prof. McGonagall,
I'd love to attend your school, though I prefer to be called Ava. Also, could I be sent instructions to buy my things, to the platform.
Ava.
The only reason Ava didn't tell the woman that she didn't have a name at all, is that she couldn't bear the thought of someone finding out that she lived in the streets and send her back to that house. She had done well with the letter, as the day after, another owl arrived, enclosing directions and a key to what seemed to be a vault.
She'd never thought that this could all be a huge joke or a mistake. Who else could change the way they looked with a single thought, or float above rooftops, or burn a hole into a door just by looking at it. Her.
Besides, surely there was a book, a newspaper, something, that could tell her who she was, where she came from. Something.
And once again, she'd been right. The key was to her bank vault, containing thousands of the coins Griphook called Galleons, Sickles and Knuts. Whoever her parents where, they defintely wern't old drunks like Petunia had told her, they were obviously bloody rich.
Picking up robes, telescopes and potions ingredients had been intresting. Seeing the many magical people, each buying some strange item that Ava had never set eyes on before. She was mesmerized by how so many people in the world where like her. She wasn't a freak, like she had been told so many times. She was a witch, and proud of it.
The book shop- Flourish and Blotts, was probably the most surprising place she found. Upon entering, she'd simply blown a strand of then blue hair out of her eyes, only for a passing woman to stare intensily at the lightning bolt shaped scar on her forehead. To her, it was just another scar, until she flicked through some of the history books in the store.
"...the dark lord, vanished, defeated by a mere baby..."
"...the Potter child has become our saviour, defeating You Know Who, and coming out with just a scar on her forehead..."
"...Lily Potter jumped in front of her daughter, whilst James Potter stood in the hallwat, ready to fight..."
Ava couldn't believe what she was reading. A small baby, with her apparent surname, and her apparent birthday, defeated the "dark lord", became the world's saviour and was never seen since. It wasn't until Ava saw a picture of the people who she assumed where her parents, that she let it sink in.
A woman, with her features and a man, who also looked like her, stared back at her. It wasn't the emerald green eyes of the woman, much too similar to her own natural eye colour, that shocked her. It was the wine red hair. The locks the same shade as the colour she remembered as a baby, as her own natural hair colour.
Buying all the books she could find about the topic, amonst other books, she quickly strided out of the shop. If she was so famous, it was best to keep her scar covered.
The rest of that day, had also been rather stressful. After having bought a wand- Blackthorn and phoenix feather, that apparently had a twin core to the guy who had killed her family, the world, and almost her too, she was ready to kill someone. The only relief, was buying a small bag, that could contain anything, like it was bottomless and weightless, that she calmed down, and went to buy some normal clothes with her new found money and a beautiful white owl, who she chose to name Hedwig.
Shaking her head, and turning back to the present time, Ava adjusted her small bag, which probably had enough things in it to fill a whole room, and tightened her grip on her ticket. Hedwig was perched on her shoulder, as Ava refused to cage her.
Heading towards the third column on Platform 9, she took in a deep breath and walked straight through. What greeted her on the other side, caused her to imediately lose that breath.
A mighty, brick red steam train sat in front of her, huge puffs of steam billowing out the top, surrounded with many weeping and shouting families, hooting owls, racing children. Mothers were hugging their children close. Ava felt a pang at the sight of a red headed woman with at least 5 children around her. All read headed, much like Ava at this particular time, though her's was darker and in a long braid.
Striding forwards, Ava almost cleared a path, as she boarded the train. Smirking to herself she new that they must have seen the scar and the high held head a mile off. No, not the lightning scar, she had that covered. The scar that ran from just below her right eye to her jaw.
Walking down the corridors, Hedwig gliding above her lazily, Ava searched for a compartment softly singing a tune.
If I die young, bury me in satin,Lay me down, on a bed of roses,
Sink me in the river, at dawn,
Send me away with the words of a love song...
"My my, s'not often you hear a pretty voice around here, is it?" A voice from behind her jolted Ava slightly, though she turned around calmly, a smirk in place and her head held high. Her eyes flashed a pretty umber.
"I wouldn't know. S'not often I board a train with eavsedroppers on it."
"Hey, a pretty voice for a pretty face then." He grinned crookedly at her, ignoring her sarcastic tounge. The boy was tall, but pretty stocky too. Not unpleasantly so. His hair was the same as the red headed woman from the platform, and his eyes where a pretty saphire blue.
The corners of her mouth twitched.
"Ava Potter." She stuck her hand out, leaning back against the window nearby.
"Fred Weasley at your service Miss Potter. I wasn't aware the world's saviours name was Ava." His eyes briefly scanned her second scar. "Or that she was violent, by the looks of it." He shook her hand lightly.
"Well no one was aware that she was a metamorphmagus either, were they?" Her eyes flashed the same blue as his, causing him to raise his eyebrows in shock.
"No, they weren't-"
"OI! Fred! Quit flirting with the firsties and get over here. You'll scare them all off." A boy identical to Fred stuck his head out a door.
"Oh, it's gonna take a hell of a lot more to scare me." Ava began walking again, winking, before turning around and making her way back down to find a compartment.
Reaching the end, she slid a door open, only to find a girl her age already seated by a window.
"Hey, mind if I sit?" Ava cocked her head to tthe side slightly, leaning against the doorway. The blonde head turned her way.
"Sure."
"I'm Ava. Ava Potter."
"Oh really? I'm Daphne. Daphne Greengrass."
The first thing Fred Wealsey noticed about Ava Potter, was the defiant glint in her killing curse green eyes. Well, really the first thing he noticed was that she was quite good looking. Scratch that. Absolutely smokin', though she was only eleven.
The second thing he noticed was that glint. And that made him believe that the world's golden girl wasn't so golden. That and the fact that she looked like a punk and had a huge scar on her face, but that could be said later on.
So, with an attitude like that and such a sharp tongue, Fred couldn't help but feel intrigued by the red headed girl.
Of course George and Lee thought he was an idiot for flirting for a first year, so him being Fred Weasley didn't tell them who she was. Merlin, they where in for a shock.
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Over in Daphne and Ava's compartment, they where having a complete riot. As soon as they had seen the sweet trolley, they had bought half the contents and had started stuffing their faces.
"And I thought you where all lady-like aswell!" Ava laughed as Daphne ripped the head off of another peppermint toad.
"Well, for the world's saviour, you're not as perfect as everyone thinks you are." Daphne snorted as Ava threw another Bertie Bott's backinto her mouth, hitting the target as she had done for the last five minutes.
"Yeah, well, no one knew my name was Ava, so they really can't say anythin' about me." Ava huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes, which was rapidly changing from a fiery red, to a deep blue.
"Oh my Merlin! You're a metamorphmagus!" Daphne screemed, jumping a foot into the air.
Avada smirked.
"You don't say..."
"Oh shut up."
"So... what house are you gonna be in?" Ava leaned forward curiously.
"I don't know...probably Slytherin, but maybe Ravenclaw. You?"
"Mmmm...Slytherin sounds like me, but I guess Gryffindor wouldn't be that bad." Ava suddenly rmembered somthing she'd read about Slytherin. "Imagine that Daph, the girl who lived in Slytherin!"
Daphne began to giggle slightly. "Just wait till they all find out she owns enough rock shirts to cover the ministry."
"And how do you know that?" Ava raised an eyebrow.
"I don't. But I do know that you're a rock fan."
"You got me!" Ava slid down her seat, faking her death, Daphne roaring with laughter at something that wasn't funny enough.
"Oh My!" A voice came from the door way. A bushy haired brunnette with slightly large front teeth stood at the door with a hand over her heart. "Are you okay?
Daphne took one look at the girl's shocked face, and broke into hysterics again. Ava, who had opened one of her closed eyes, before winking at Daphne and closing it again.
"How is she okay?" Daphne screamed, turning her laughter into fake crying. "She's dead! DEAD! Nooooo!"
"Oh My God! Are you sure? What happned! Call 999! Quickly!" The brunnette was now hyperventelating. "Oh god! Oh God!"
Ava somehow managed to stay 'dead', whilst Daphne had to start full out screaming to cover her laughs.
"What the- F*****G MERLIN!" Ava cracked open an eye to see a familiar ginger. "OI! George! CASUALTY!" A second identical ginger came popped up and screamed. Way too girly.
Daphne was now red in the face from screaming and covering up her laughter. She couldn't tke it anymore and began rolling over the floor and Ava in hysterics.
"Oh My God! She's dead... AND YOU ARE LAUGHING!" The brown eyed girl began screaming even louder.
The gingers however looked at eachother shocked.
Then Ava's eyes flickered open.
"Hey guys!"
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The brunnette ran out, her arms flailing.
Fred grinned.
"Well, that was rather surprising."
Daphne and Ava looked at eachother.
"Can we do that again?"
