Chapter 1-The Hogwarts Express (Eleven Years Later)
Rebecca Granger's P.O.V
I kissed Mum on the cheek. "I'll be fine Mum," I said, a bit more than a touch exasperated. "Hermione was fine last year wasn't she?" I pointed out.
"Hermione was also almost killed by a three-headed dog. Besides, your sister is a bit more-" my father began, then hesitated before continuing. "Level headed than you are." He finished. I rolled my eyes and made it clear to them that they were being the obnoxious, overprotective parents that they were always trying so hard not to be, even though though they had a point. She was more level headed than I, something she never failed to point out when we were together.
The train whistle blew and I raced to the train. I yelled, "All-righ'-I-Iove-you-tons!" And jumped onto the already moving train.
Carter Holmes's P.O.V
Father and I stood uncomfortably. Neither of us were very good at goodbyes, or hellos, or talking at all for that matter. We awkwardly hugged and I kissed Mum's cheek. I could see my father's mind whirring at a mile per minute, analyzing and processing everything he saw. My father was the legendary Sherlock Holmes, a fact that I was extremely proud of. Though I had inherited his intelligence, I had also inherited his social skills. The latter left much to be desired. "Um…" I said, and then immediately hated myself for it. 'Um' wasn't even a word, not to mention how...un-eloquent it was. One of the drawbacks of having a brilliant forensic pathologist and a world renowned detective for parents was that you have incredibly high standards to live up to. My mother was better at social events, and quite emotional, luckily for me.
"We will miss you very much honey." She gave me a bone-crushing hug.
"Bye. I love you. I'll write to you loads." I blurted. Another stiff hug from my father later, I was navigating through the throngs of people towards the train. I took one final deep breath-and I stepped ceremoniously onto the Hogwarts Express.
Lena Malfoy's P.O.V
"I WON'T get into Gryffindor!" I argued.
"Draco, leave your sister alone." Father said in a bored tone. We had been arguing since six 'o'clock that morning, and there was a vein pulsing in his temple.
"You might. All I'm saying is that you might get into Gryffindor." Draco smirked at me. I knew he was trying to wind me up. It was working. I glared at him.
"If you're not careful, I might set Stella on you." Draco's expression quickly morphed from a smirk to one of pure horror. Stella was commonly referred to as 'the devil cat' by Draco.
"Don't. You. Dare." he said, fixing me with The Look Of Doom.
"I might. All I'm saying is that I might." I said, retaliating with a smirk of my own.
"Whatever house you do get into, we'll be proud of you, darling." said Mum, ruffling my hair.
"Unless it's Gryffindor. Then we'll disown you." finished Draco. I gave him my very own Look of Doom. The train whistle blew.
"Love you, Mum, love you Dad." I said, kissing both of them goodbye. I bolted towards the Express, Draco on my heels, then I slowed to a walk as I stepped onto the train. The train that would be taking me to Hogwarts, and taking me to a new life.
