Disclaimer: I own only Celine Lily Snape. Oh, and the plot.

Chapter 1—Running Through Walls is Just More Exciting

In no time at all, the young Snape was dressed, packed, and ready to go. Wait, she stretched her hand to the top of her dresser and placed on the black cross on a silver chain around her neck, something her mother had bought her when she was still alive. It reminded her of nunchakus, the silver on it being the chains and the black bars being the wooden sticks. It went nice with her black, dress-like shirt and black leggings. Her midnight black hair was tied up in a green tie and her slightly high-heeled, black boots were upon her feet. She was beautiful, her love for the color black (Or so they say. Is black a color? We can only wonder.) coming straight from her father, and the dark clothes complemented her pale skin beautifully, like a porcelain doll. Finally, she was ready.

"Celine, are you ready yet?" a voice came from down stairs. The girl looked into the mirror one final time before calling out, "Yup, I'm ready! Can you help me with my trunk?" The voice was closer this time, "I can but I believe the question you are trying to ask is if I will please." Celine giggled at her father's words, "Will you please help me with my trunk?"

The owner of the voice was already walking into the young girl's bedroom, his wand out and her trunk levitating off the perfectly polished wooden floor. The girl purred at the use of magic, her fascination with it never ending. As the trunk floated down the stairs, Celine and Snape followed it. It lightly landed beside Snape's, their trunks matching green crest of a "S" on the side. Her trunk was nothing unique, just a simple black. Snape placed his pale, bony hand upon his daughter's shoulder as he disapparated them to the King's Cross station.

As they apparated, he passed his wide eyed daughter her ticket, "aww Daddy! Don't tell me you can't see me off!" Snape gave his daughter a sad smile before replying, "Now, that would defeat the purpose of lying about your name, would it not?" "That's no fair! I wanted you to see me off," the girl pouted. Snape smiled, a true smile he only saved for his daughter, late wife, and deceased best friend, As did I, Celine, but life is not always fair." The girl looked down at her ticket, quickly reading it as her face betrayed her confusion, "But Daddy, this ticket says platform nine and three-quarters, is there such a thing?" He laughed and bent down to whisper in her ear, "Simply walk through the barrier between platforms nine and ten and you will be there, little angel." She smiled brightly at the idea, "What would I do without you, Daddy?"

Her father smirked, "You would be lost before you even got to the station, little angel. I tell you, you can get lost in a broom closet." Celine blushed, "That was only once!" Her father laughed before checking the time, his smile falling, "Alright, little angel. It's time for you to get on with it or you will be late."

The girl jumped excitedly, hugging her father before kissing him on the cheek and running away. Snape stood there for a minute, a warm smile on his face as he remembered the expression on his precious daughter's face only moments ago. She was such a curious girl, so much like her mother. It was then that he realized she had ran the wrong way. Typical.

At the same moment, Celine, who was running to where she thought the platform would be, realized the same fate her father had. Tears came to her eyes as she whined, searching for somebody to help her and making sure nobody could steal anything off her cart. Finally, she spotted a man in a blue suit, oddly reminding her of the guy from the muggle movie The Polar Express, and ran up to him, dragging her cart behind.

"Excuse me, sir," the girl spoke in an angelic voice, "Do you, perchance, know where platform nice and ten is? I'm a bit lost." The man smiled at her and replied in a booming voice, definitely not matching his appearance, "Of course, it's right down there. I could show you if you like." The girl nodded brightly, her spirit rising after her tragic downfall, "Oh, please and thank you! Daddy always chastises me about getting lost so easily."

The man laughed as he led her to her designated station. After the man left, she stared at the gray, brick wall before her. She stuck her tongue out to the side, biting down on it lightly in a surprisingly cute way, and prepared to run at the wall. I mean, walking through walls seemed nice and all, but running seemed much more exciting.

"Platform nine and three-quarters, this way!" shouted a distinct voice from behind her. She turned around to find a family of redheads followed by a brown haired boy in the back. Celine tilted her head to the left as she watched them approach.

"Oh, hello darling! Is this your first time on the platform?" the owner and eldest of the redheads asked. She nodded her head slowly, wondering exactly where this was going. She got her careful nature from her father as well. The woman smiled, a big, motherly smile, "Oh, dearie! It's Ron's first time too! Is it your first time as well, dear?"

The shaggy haired boy in the back of the group nodded his head fiercely. The woman clapped her hands happily, "Oh, I do so hope you both get into Gryffindor and become good friends with Ron here. Now, we best hurry or we're going to miss that train." I nodded and ran at the wall, not wanting to miss the train.

The first word that came to mind when she walked onto the platform was the word: bustling