Disclaimer - I do not own
any characters from the world of Harry Potter! ...You're an idiot if
you didn't realize this.
Pandora Wormwood however, IS (c) to me as
is her cat and any other character mentioned here aside from the
obvious ones owned by JKR.....Right On with it now.
Uhm...little bit more happens... I promise I'll try and make it more interesting. Plus forgive if there are any mistakes, I re-read it alot but...I was still half asleep so.
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It was the next day as I stood on Platform 9 3/4 that reality of the situation actually sunk in. Causing me to be very near ecstatic, the porters began calling for people to board. Da patted me lightly on the head on the head to keep me from bouncing up and down in place.
I wanted to run onto the train, but he held me back.
"Mum got you something this morning, ya know." he smiled slightly as he glanced behind me at her.
I stared in utter disbelief that she would ever do anything for me, but she walked forward to where I was standing, something tucked in her folded arms. I stood on tiptoe as I tried to see what she had.
"Your...letter said you could bring an animal with you...I...didn't want you to be the only one without one." She leaned down to reveal I small, hairless kitten asleep in her arms.
I scooped the kitten up with wide eyes, looking first at it then Mum and back to it before managing to stutter out a thank you.
I was still staring at her as Da took my hand and led me to the train. I hugged him as tight as I could manage without crushing the mewing little cat tucked into my jacket. It was going to be strange leaving Da for so long. I had never been away from him for more than a day and somehow it seemed surreal.
Before long I found myself seated in a compartment with a boy not much older than myself, the kitten curled in a ball on my lap. I peered at the boy hunched up in the corner of the seat. His legs hugged to his chest and his head on his knees I could tell nothing about him. Pale fingers where the only part of him I could see along with a few wisps of shiny black hair that were escaping from under the hood of his coat.
The train had pulled out from the station a good twenty minutes ago and still there were people navigating the hall outside. I stared at them with curiosity through the glass of the door, most of them being quite a lot older than myself.
One boy with a tangled mess of black hair stopped in front of the door and stared back at me for a moment until I looked away. I heard the sound of the door sliding open and a person sitting down opposite of me and the other boy. I tried to sneak glances at him while determined to pretend to ignore him at the same time. I guessed that he was a year or two older than me from the look of him. He was quite handsome really, I caught myself staring at him and looked down quickly.
I heard him laugh and squeezed my eyes shut, he knew I was looking at him I could tell. Damn...
"What's you rats name?" his voice was fluid and smooth, taking me completely by surprise. I lifted my head and stared blankly at him for a few seconds.
"He...he's not a rat!" I held up the kitten for emphasis. "And he doesn't have a name." I snorted slightly at him.
He only laughed at me again, "Well then what's your name?"
I didn't bother looking up, "Pandora Wormwood." I scratched my little rat-cat behind the ears and felt him begin to purr softly.
"Well then Pandy, I suggest you name your cat soon, or he might develop a complex." Damn that voice to hell. If he hadn't been so cute, even to an eleven year old girl, I would have told him to shut up and mind his own business.
"Whats your name then?" I demanded staring a hole into his forehead.
"Sirius Black." He stared right back at me.
I blinked for a moment before turning my attention back to my rat-cat. "Then I shall name him Facetious White."