Chapter Two (Part One) ... And Then The Morning Comes
This was written solely by Cherry Coke, Blowpops, Cheese Whiz and Snickers (healthy eater, eh?) Anyway I'm not sure how long it will be till' I get the next chapter out because, dude my teachers a :::bleep, bleep, bleep, bleeping, goes on for about an hour::: You get the picture, right? Anyway, I want to thank one of my best friends Caitlin (*you were my inspiration, baby! I don't know why, but whatever you said made me write!*), Michelle for helping me a lot more then she knows, and everyone who reviews...it's like my coffee, it keeps me going! Thanks, and try to enjoy this, it's not awesomely
great like (Ginny:)'s, Tropical Fishys, Merlyns, or Aria whose fictions I suggest you all read, they're really good.), Well...onto the fiction. PS-Do I have to do a disclaimer? PSS-When you read the part in the fic that calls shoes cloghoppers my Mom told me they were a type of shoe that they may have had back then. Since I wasn't born in the...err...60's I wouldn't be able to tell you. PSSS- The start of it has their P.O.V's really, really short, but they get mucho longer. (*I learned something in Spanish today=) Also, I kinda of made this one more about James and Lily...don't ask me why, I was in a romantic mood (*Michelle alone knows my reason ***) OnE MORE little note, the description of Aubrey and the name was taken from the book Demon In My View, by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes...you'll see why later, I promise. I've changed it a bit, so it isn't total palgirisum. Bye...
Disclamier: All right, don't report me to J.K Rowlings, or her publishers because, I am not making money off this fiction. I do not claim to be British, or a good writer, but I got really bored and decided to make this fiction, and since I never follow through with anything (*MOM*), I'm following through with this one...please review, and enjoy! Also, MWPP, Lily, etc. don't belong to me. Ivy, Emerald, Corina, etc do. If you wanna use one of em', feel free, I don't care (*why would you need to? I mean, I read it someone elses fiction once and I was wondering why you would need to "borrow" a character.*) Bye. Enjoy, and eat your Snickers in good health.
Ginny :)'s dead quick note; Are are better writers then me, T & T. One reson this takes so long to put on the ent, is because that's my job and I am dirt lazy, and because I have to re-paragraph all this, do spellings and correct punctuation [not that it's that bad, really] and so on, I leave it for ages [well, a couple of days] before I bother! I will write on anything, and this really is proof... :) I think the english equivilent of Cloghoppers is Coldhoppers, so I changed that and some other American phraises. Sorry if it bothers ya!
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~*Lily*~
Bright rays of sunshine streamed through my window, casting a greater yellowed effect to my already yellow room. I awoke, mainly out of excitement; I was going to Hogwarts today! Finally, and I couldn't wait. I could sing,
seriously. No more Petunia. No more being an outcast at Primary School. No more anything...it would be as I had always imagined life...magical. I got up, grabbed the outfit that lay on the end of my bed which my Mum had laid out the night before, and dressed quickly. I ran the brush through my long, red hair and once it was silky smooth I put it up in a French twist, with a few strands hanging loose in the back. I looked back into the mirror, a little shocked at what I saw. Normally, I didn't look in the mirror, no one else cared about my looks why should I?
Now, however, I saw someone different. Instead of me standing there, in my knee-length black skirt, prim white blouse, and black clodhoppers, I looked different. I shook my head, unbelieving, and when I looked back again I saw me, as an eleven year old about to embark on a marvelous adventure!
~*James*~
The bright morning sun, a sticky sent of morning's dew ran rampant through my room. I cracked my eyes open, they were met by a great burst of yellow light, not something so good so early in the morning. I closed them, shaking sleep from my head, and opened them again. The yellow glow was fainter now, I stood up, knocking covers to the floor. I remembered what day it was, and a creeping smile that I felt would not leave my mouth the whole day, graced my face. "James?" My mothers voice called to me.
"Yes, Mum?" I called back, through my door.
"Are you almost ready? We're going to pick up Sirius in a few minutes, and then we're taking you both to the platform." Mother opened my door. Today, she was actually in wizards robes of opal and had a silver witches hat on.
"No, I'm not." I answered quickly walking to my wardrobe and grabbing my black robe, that my mother had set out the night before.
"Hurry up, James. I refuse to let you be late for your first day at Hogwarts! You're just like your father; I swear that man would be late for his own funeral!" Mother walked out, putting on some silver earrings.
"I heard that Taylene!" My dad walked by my door as my Mother left. "Your Mum's in a mood today, James. Better do your best and get ready quickly." Dad smiled at me and walked down the stairs of our house. I dressed quickly, not
bothering to brush my hair since nothing could tame my "wild mane" as Mum called it.
"I'm ready!" I called, walking down the stairs. Dad and Mom were standing in the kitchen, smiling at me. They walked over and both hugged me, really hard.
"We're so proud of you James." Mother whispered. I swear I felt a tear drop on my shoulder.
"Thanks." I said as they released me. "Let's go get Sirius up now, or he'll never get there!" I added. Mum and Dad laughed.
"If you insist, James." Mum tapped me on the shoulder.
"What do you want for breakfast, son?" Dad asked, eyeing his wand.
"I'm to excited to eat!" I spoke the truth. My stomach felt like if it had anything in it, it would explode and burst my nerves out everywhere.
"I'll get your trunk and owl, you get in the car with your mother." Dad used his wand, said a spell and my trunk and owl cage appeared instantly beside us.
"We're taking the car, Richard?" Mom whined. She hated the car, although she was much more accustomed to it then my dad, she hated driving in it.
"Yes, Taylene. You remember our son isn't old enough to apperate yet?" Dad asked, sarcastically.
"Oh, yes. Well, come along let's be off then." Mum smiled and walk to the door, glancing back at us when she opened it. "Men! I swear, Richard your always late for everything, and you'd lose your head if it wasn't attached to your neck." Mum grinned.
"James...hold on a second." Dad smiled at me and chased my Mum out of the house, the two of them laughing the whole way. After a few seconds of hearing loud laughing, and pathetic attempts to call my dad off, my parents returned to me in the kitchen. My dad's face flushed, and a speck of my mothers lipstick could be seen around his cheek. My mother's normally perfect hair was a little frizzy and she was flushed worse then my father. Anyone who saw
the two of them together knew they were dramatically in love. Lily...what am I saying? Man, it must be all the excitement...why would I think of her?
~*Lily*~
I moved away from the mirror, afraid of what else it might show me. I shook off my unease when I saw Petunia. She and her friend, or boyfriend rather, Vernon Dursley were in the kitchen with my parents laughing and talking, like...like myparents liked him. When I appeared Petunia glared at me, Vernon looked through me like I wasn't there though I was easily used to that, while both of my parents smiled. "That's Lily, Vernon. I'm sure you've met, she's going to her private school...far, far away from here."
"Ahh..." Vernon Dursley nodded, stroking his thin goatee. That's all he ever said around me, ever. I got the distinct feeling that he didn't like me very much, and I didn't care. I had a gut feeling inside of me that he would someday be my brother-in-law and I didn't do anything to get on his bad side.
"Lily, dear what would you like for breakfast? I made Vernon and your sister some ham and eggs, would you like the same?" Mother asked me, standing up.
"No thanks, I'll just have an apple." I smiled. Mom sat back down as I walked over to our fruit bowl. I rummaged through the dozens of red apples we had until I finally found the green one, my favorite kind.
"Take in the car, Lily. We've got to get going if we're going to make it to King's Cross. Petunia, Vernon are you coming?" Dad asked eyeing both Petunia and Vernon. A laugh, it seemed, escaped my sister's mouth.
"Good Heavens, no. This is Lily's day why would I want to ruin it? Or get any attention?" She said sarcastically. "Can we go to the market Vernon? Make a lunch-date out of it?"
"Certainly, Petunia. Pleasure to see you again Lily." That seemed rather put on by Vernon Dursley's heavy voice. "Until we meet again Mr.and Mrs. Watson."
"Good-bye, Vernon." Both of my parent's voices echoed through the room. Vernon took my sisters arm and they walked out of the house, smiling.
"Let's go, Lily." My mother nodded at me, her eyes showed something. So, they had noticed Petunia's need, and want to get away from me? They must have also noticed my sister, who I had known since the day of my birth, chose to go
with her "boyfriend" quickly and not even hug me good-bye? I figured, no matter how much she hated me, she would at least hug me good-bye or wish me good luck. Shows how much I know.
"OK..." I let my voice trail a little. My mother and Father ushered me out the door and into our small car. My dad slipped the keys into the ignition, and we were off. Me, starting one of the greatest adventures in my life. My
parents, about to lose a daughter, in a sense, and about to gain a not to wanted son-in-law.
~*Sirius*~
"Sirius, dear? You've got to get out of bed soon." My mother smiled at me from my doorway. I had actually been up the whole night, not sleeping at all. I quickly got out of bed to satisfy her that I was indeed up, and she left me. I changed as swiftly as I could manage into my robes, James and his parents would be here soon. I ran down the steps, suddenly alive with energy and bolted into the kitchen.
"Look who finally decided to get up! Sirius, did you miss me?" My cousin, Aubrey, was sitting at my kitchen table drinking coffee. I ran up and hugged him, he hugged me back. Aubrey was eighteen, and my role model. Even in
wizard-society he was considered a reckless person, and I wanted to be that too. "I'll take that as a yes." Since Aubrey's graduation last year he had changed his looks a lot. His hair was now the color of dark purple, an odd shade even in the magical community, jet-black eyes, and pale skin. He was dressed all in black, but not robes and wore a crucifix with a viper around it on his neck.
"Where have you been?" I asked. I sat down next to him, eager to hear whatever it was my cousin- not to mention my idol- was going to say. I helped myself to some of the wonderful breakfast foods on the table as well.
"Doing some undercover work for Dumbeldore. The Ministry isn't doing jack, so he asked me to help him out." Aubrey explain drinking a few sips of his coffee. Anyone who knew Aubrey well, knew he hated the Minister of Magic, Aaron Riedy. I have to say not a lot of people were fond of him, but Aubrey hated him.
"What kind of undercover work, Aubrey?" I asked again, eager to know more about my cousins adventures.
"I can't tell you, sorry kid." Aubrey's hand messed with my hair.
"Why not?" I looked at him, pleading him to tell me more. He shook his head, causing some of his purple hair to fall over his face, and it meant no. "It's OK."
"I'll tell you when your older, I promise." Aubrey glanced at me, smiling. I nodded and kept eating.
"Sirius, are you all packed? I know you're a procrastinator and are you?" Mother's voice echoed into the kitchen.
"I'm all packed, Mum. Don't worry." I told her. She must have thought I was lying because, she smiled at me, one of those crooked smiles.
"You know your father has some truth potion, right?" She snickered.
"That was sooooo funny, Mum! I swear I'm all packed." I glanced at Aubrey who was reading the Daily Prophet now.
"Good, Sirius. Your packed so get it down here." She ordered. "Now." She added when I didn't immediately get up. "Oh, hello Aubrey." She noticed my cousin sitting at our table. He nodded at her over the edge of the paper.
"Morning, Kass." Aubrey, I assumed, smiled. He always called my mother her nickname, Kass. Her real name was Kassandra, but everyone called her Kassidy or Kass. "Lucifer asked me to join him for breakfast, and then we're going to
the Ministry."
"Oh, are they finally thinking of doing something about Voldemort? I knew it was just a fad and it wouldn't last, thank heavens for that luxury." Mum walked over to the cabinet and poured some water from a pitcher.
"That's not why we're going. This is going to last, and last a long time. It's not a good thing, Kass. Don't tell Lucifer I told you because, I'm really not supposed to. When Jager Jameston was...murdered the other day...important Ministry documents were taken from his house. Aaron Riedy, git that he is, thinks someone in the Ministry is leaking information, and we don't have the slightest idea who it may be. It's a dangerous time...I wouldn't be surprised if it was one of the Malfoy's or one of their cronies." Aubrey explained.
I was shocked. This man, whose "handy work" I had seen first hand yesterday...my cousin who wasn't afraid of anything, and now he was afraid of this.
"Ohh...dear." Mother put the glass in the sink.
"Sirius, let's go." My father, who was lugging my trunk, walked into the kitchen. My mother looked at him, and walked out. "Kassidy?"
"She's just worried, Lucifer. We've got to get Sirius here to the platform, don't we?" Aubrey asked.
"No, the Potter's are going to take him. You can go along if you'd like, Aubrey." Dad explained as he walked over to the stove and grabbed a piece of bacon.
"I'm sure Sirius doesn't want his dull cousin tagging along." Aubrey joked.
"Yes, I do! Do you remember James, Aubrey?" I asked, finishing my breakfast.
"Vaguely. He's the one with the really messed up hair?" Aubrey smiled.
"Yeah, that's James down to a point." Dad sat down across from us with coffee.
"Sirius, the Potters are here!" Mum called from upstairs. I ran out the door to meet them.
"Good morning, Sirius." James's mother called from beside the automobile.
"Good morning, Aunt Taylene." I said to her as I walked to where James and his father were standing. "Good morning, Uncle Richie. Hey, James."
"Hey, Sirius." James smiled at me.
"Good morning, Sirius. You almost ready?" Uncle Richard asked me.
"Yeah, Mum made sure I was all packed up this morning. Is it all right if my cousin Aubrey comes along?" I asked, pleading.
"Sure, your Dad can't can he?" Uncle Richard responded.
"No, he's got to go to the Ministry...and when Aubrey's done he's going to join father." I explained.
"Taylene!" My mother yelled at James's mother from the upstairs window.
"Kassidy!" Aunt Taylene called back. "Come down here this instant." She ordered. My mother appearated down to the front yard, without breaking a sweat.
"Oh, our little boys are growing up!" she cooed. Good grief.
"Do you mean James and Sirius or Richard and Lucifer?" Mother joked.
"I resent that, Kass." Uncle Richard walked over to join them as my dad came
out.
"Excited?" James sighed from beside me.
"Yeah, you?" I answered.
"Of course. Do you think we'll be in the same house, Sirius?" James asked. "I mean, we've known each other forever and I don't want to...to not see you everyday and all."
"We will be, James. Besides if we weren't then we'd still see each other, you know?" I said.
"Yeah, I guess your right. What about Remus Lupin, that boy we met in Diagon Alley?" James asked, hopeful.
"I hope. He seems nice." I nodded. James smiled. "What about Peter, do you think he's brave enough to be in Gryffindor?" I asked, and James laughed.
"I don't know. He said he was too afraid to play Qudditch because, he didn't want to get knocked off. I really want to be in Gryffindor though." James said.
"Me too. What about those girls? Think we can get some good tricks on them?" I grinned wickedly, joined shortly by James's grin.
"Yeah..." He laughed.
"Come on boys, we best be off." Dad came over, tapping us both on the back.
"Be good, no mischief first year...then we'll talk depending on your test scores." He looked serious for a minute. "Have fun, both of you." He hugged James, and then me. "Be good...I mean it, Sirius." He released me and my Mother walked over.
"Pay attention, write if you need anything, be good, do well...and for
goodness sakes stay out of trouble!" Mother chided both of us. She hugged
James. "Be good or your mother and I will wallop you both with broom!" She
hugged me. "Please, Sirius? Be good this year at least?"
"I will, Mum. You all act like I'll blow up the school or something." I joked.
"I wouldn't put it past you. Sirius, don't get any ideas." Mum let go of me.
"I was kidding!" I screeched.
"I know." She smiled, herding me into the car. "Have fun, you two. Write me when you get there." She shut the door. "Your Dad put your trunk in the back, have fun and please stay out of trouble."
"Bye, Mum. Bye, Dad." I called out the window as Aubrey piled in the back with James and I.
"Bye, son. Bye, James." Dad smiled.
"Bye Uncle Lucifer, Bye Aunt Kassidy." James called from my side. We pulled out of my front yard, and I saw my Dad hug my mother and walk inside. It hit me that I wouldn't see them for a whole year, almost...I was in heaven!
~*Peter*~
"Wake up, sleepyhead." Mother's warm voice echoed into my restless mind. She was standing over me with a tray of my favorite breakfast foods and wearing a warm smile.
"Morning, Mum." I said tiredly. I sat up and she put the tray on my lap. "Thank you."
"No problem, Peter. Now, eat up and when your ready come outside and we'll be off to the Platform." She hugged me, nearly knocking over the glass of orange juice.
"OK." I ate hurriedly, wanting desperately to finish and get to the platform. Once I finished I jumped out of bed, with surprising energy and walked to my wardrobe. I opened the solid oak doors of the wardrobe and took out some
jeans and a tee-shirt, then I slipped my black robe over the top and laced up my tennis shoes. I grabbed my trunk, and dropped it as soon as I realized how heavy it was. I decided to push it outside, and in doing so it took me about ten minutes.
"Need some help with that?" My mother walked out carrying the car keys.
"Please," I rubbed my forehead. She took out her wand and lifted the trunk into the back-seat of the car, without breaking a sweat. "Where's dad?"
"He's at work, Peter. He won't be able to see you off, you know?" Mother said.
"Yeah, I know. Should we go then?" I asked, wanting to leave. To go to Hogwarts was a triumphant time in a child's life, especially mine. I was grateful that I could go, and wanted to make sure I was there on the Hogwarts Express.
"If you want. Come on." She smiled, and got in the drivers side of the car. I hoped into the passengers side, smiling. "You seem happy...your growing up into such a lovely young man." Mum said and I blushed. "Your going to have
seven good years at Hogwarts and I bet you make friends right off."
"I hope so, Mum." I confessed. She turned on the car and pulled out of our driveway. I thought about what she said about making friends right off. I remembered James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin...oh and those
girls...maybe I would make friends. Maybe this would be the start of seven good years. Maybe this would be the beginning of my life...!
~*Corina*~
"CORINA! GET IN THE SHOWER NOW IF YOU WANT TO TAKE ONE! I MEAN IT, CORINA!
GET OUT OF BED! OUT! NOW!" My mother screamed into my door, which was shut, and just as well, really.
"ALL RIGHT MOTHER!" I yelled back, sitting up. I could see why she was telling me to get a shower now, if my brothers got in before me I'd never get one. Sighing, heavily, I got out of my nice comfortable bed, and grabbed my change of clothes. I walked to our bathroom, sleepily. I adjusted the knobs on the shower, and let the cold water finish what my mother's shrill voice had started. After I had finished with my shower, and changed into my jeans and tee-shirt, and new robes I walked down to the kitchen for breakfast.
"Corina your going to catch cold if you leave your hair wet. Go and dry it!" My mother warned as she poured pancake mix onto the pan she was using.
"I'm fine mother." I mumbled slumping into my seat at the table.
"You won't be telling me that when your coughing at Hogwarts and can't come home from there." She kept talking as she made pancakes, not facing me.
"They have an adequate nurse at Hogwarts, Linda. I assure you nothing will happen to Corina that she won't be able to fix." My father entered the room, and sat at his normal seat at the table. That's when I remembered my promise to my brothers the night before. They could get killed, or my parents could ground them and yell at them until time ended, and I decided since my brothers never go through with anything this was a passing faze.
"I'm sure they do, Murray, but she's my daughter and I don't want her to catch a cold. Now, eat both of you." Mother put a plate with two pancakes in front of each of us.
"Mum, thanks for worrying...,but I'll be fine." I poured some syrup on mine, as my Dad reached for the butter. "Can I have some milk?"
"What am I your servant?" She shook her head, and at the same time poured me a glass.
"Thank you." I praised as she set the glass down in front of me.
"Can I have some coffee, dear?" My father asked.
"You have two legs, go and get it yourself." Mother said, as she too got him his cup of coffee.
"Thank you." He winked at me as she set the cup down on the table.
"Where are those boys?" My mother went upstairs. Seconds later I could hear her yelling to my brothers to get out of bed. After a few more seconds my brothers footsteps could be heard rushing down the steps. Daimon and Chris, who both looked nearly the same with messy hair and sleepy eyes, rushed down the steps.
"Moring Dad, Morning Corina." They both said as they rushed to their seats.
"Morning. I have some things to attend to, I'll be back in a few seconds." My dad walked up the stairs, probably to his study.
"Oi, Corina guess what?" Chris asked, sounding as if he had something impressive to say.
"What, Chris?" I asked, drinking some of my milk.
"Well, you sound enthusiastic. Anyway, we've decided to take you under our wing...and show you the secret passageway we found last year." Chris smiled, proud.
"Oh." I responded. They both looked shocked that I wasn't happy about this.
"You should be happy, you know smiling and such?" Damion drank some orange juice that he got out of the refrigerator.
"OK...I'm happy, and I'm smiling." I pulled a fake smile across my face.
"Funny, that was," Chris grumbled. "Look, do you want to see it or not?"
"Yes, I do. I've got to go finish packing." I jumped up, lying. I ran up the stairs, and into my room. I was really, really happy. Today, I would get away from watching my younger brothers, and listening to my mother give me orders and complain, and I would get to learn more spells. I looked into the mirror above my dresser, and saw I looked older somehow then before. My blue eyes seemed out of place amongst my dark black hair and my pale skin gave a
somewhat vampiric persona about my features.
"CORINA! HURRY UP, GET YOUR TRUNK DOWN HERE! WE'RE LEAVING!" My mother called. I shook my head, and lugged my trunk down the steps.
"We'll bring it out to the car." Damion offered as he and Chris took the trunk out of my hands and together heaved it out the door.
"Corina, hurry out to the car." My mother ordered. I looked over at her, she was dragging my little brother Steven by the hand. My five year old brother Samuel, and my eight year old brother Michael were following close behind her. "Now." She glared at me and I walked out to the car.
"Hurry and get in, Corina." My dad got in the drivers seat of the car as I jumped in the back. The only reason the tiny little car fit every member of my family was because, Father had used magic to make it larger, though you could not tell from the outside.
"Sit down Steven." My mother commanded as she, and my three little brothers got in the car. Not to long after Damion and Chris jumped in, one on either side of me.
"Let's go, Dad." Chris said happily, and Dad turned the key. We drove down the road, towards the platform and I remembered the angst I felt last night...a wonderful feeling that my life was just begging.
~*Ivy's Vision*~
"Come on. We're gonna be late!" a voice said, pulling Ivy out of a car. They were standing in the middle of a slightly dark street, in front of them stood a lofty house with the lights on upstairs. Ivy looked up and saw the girl in front of her was a fifteen or so, year old Corina. Her black hair was down, waving madly, in the wind. She was wearing a light blue dress and a dark blue cloak. Lily was standing next to her, in a long green dress and red cloak. Ivy looked down a noticed she was in a short purple dress with a long silver sheer dress over it, her own silvery blonde hair swaying in time to the wind.
After Corina had dragged her out of the car, Emerald got out.
"Where were we supposed to meet them?" Emerald asked, tossing her auburn hair back. She adjusted the straps on her black dress.
"They said knock on the door." Lily walked up, and impatiently rapped on the door. Seconds later the door opened, and four boys were standing there. In the light, which wasn't bright, Ivy couldn't get a good look at them. One she was sure had messy hair, the other really long hair, the other short hair and the fourth was shorter and plumper then the rest.
~*Ivy Reality*~
Cold. Water. Cold Water. "GET UP YOU LAZY THING!" Sarah's hard voice echoed. She was standing above me with a glass of, well now empty of, water. "Your father is making me take you to school. Well, the train or whatever. Get a move on, your trunks already in the car. Hurry up!" And she left.
"What a way to start the day." I murmured as I got out of bed. My hair was now, thanks to Sarah's temper, soaking wet. I walked to my dresser and began to brush it. I was too tired to take a shower, so I just brushed it and left it down. I grabbed my long skirt, blouse and robe and put them on. I rushed down the steps, I wouldn't worry about breakfast now, I'd eat something on the train. I ran down the steps, Sarah and her aunt who I had to call Aunt Amy, even if I was not blood related to her.
"Good morning, Ivy." Aunt Amy smiled at me when I walked down the steps. "You must have grown at least five inches since the last time I saw you." Amy lied.
"Hey, Aunt Amy." I smiled. "I hurried, Sarah. Do you want to leave now?" I asked, rounding on my stepmother.
"Yes, The only reason I'm taking you, you ungrateful child, is for your father!" Sarah snapped. I looked over at Amy, she looked slightly shocked, but didn't say anything...no one ever said anything.
"OK, if you want Sarah I'll take her?" Aunt Amy winked at me.
"Well, all right. Only because, I don't want to be bothered with the little trouble maker. You behave for your AuntAmy...farewell, and good riddance, Ivy." Sarah walked into the living room and collapsed on the couch. Amy grabbed my arm and shoved me out the door, and we walked to the car.
"Thanks." I murmured as I got in beside her.
"Oh, dear I forgot your trunk." She produced her wand from her pocket, and after a few seconds my trunk had been transported outside. "It pays to be a witch."
"Thanks, Aunt Amy." I said again.
"Don't mention it, Ivy." She turned the key and we started to back out of the drive. "What kind of music do you like?"
"I don't know...Sarah never lets me listen to it." I mumbled.
"Well, then you'll like this!" She turned on the radio. "It's by The Seekers."
"The people in Qudditich?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"No, it's a group. Well, you'll find out more at Hogwarts...surely some children will have good taste in music?" She asked, laughing.
"I don't know, I'm nervous." I confessed.
"I was too, and look how I turned out? Eh, you know it's OK to be nervous, right?" She swerved to avoid crashing into another car.
"I guess...it's weird...your much more like a mother to me then Sarah." I sighed, looking out the window.
"Sarah's different. You have to be really close to her to gain her trust, and, darling, sometimes that takes an awful lot." She explained.
"Why? Why doesn't she trust anyone?" I almost yelled, shocked at the sound of my voice.
"I don't know, Ivy. No more questions about Sarah...let's get you to the platform." She didn't met my eyes. Or at least I didn't think she met my eyes.
~*Emerald's Dream*~
"Don't worry sweetie...Hogwarts will be all right." A man's voice comforted her fear.
"But, Daddy I don't wanna leave...I love you and Mummy too much to leave." She sobbed into his shirt.
"Sweetie, if you stay here forever how will you ever become a witch?" The man stroked her hair.
"I don't need to become a witch there, you can teach me daddy." The girl sobbed some more.
"Come on, it won't be so bad. We'll write you everyday...and you can come home for all of the holidays." The man continued to attempt to soothe her. There was the sound of an opening door, and both people looked up. A women walked in. "Hello, Allie."
"Jager...Emmie...come on, let's go eat dinner. I made your favorite, Emmie." The women smiled. The little girl seemed to have forgotten the reason she was on her daddy's lap, jumped off and ran with her parents into the kitchen.
~*Emerald, now awake.*~
Was that Jager? Was that what it would have been like? The whole night I'd been having dreams about what might have been...what could have happened. I looked out my window, the sun was rising...time to get up. Then, I remembered I started Hogwarts today! I jumped up, forgetting the dream briefly, and got dressed. I ran into the bathroom brushed me teeth and my hair and then ran down the steps. Arika was sitting there next to Eric.
"Hey, Emmie." Eric smiled at me.
"Hi, Eric. Where's Mum?" I asked, sitting down next to them and grabbing a piece of toast from the table.
"She went somewhere, wouldn't tell me, she said she won't be able to see us off today. She said to tell you that she's sorry and she'll make it up to you. Eric's dad is going to take us, he just went to get some petrol." Arika replied.
"Why didn't she tell you where she went?" I asked impatiently.
"I don't know, Emmie. She's really upset about...Jager...and I'm sure she'll talk about it when she's ready. Give her time, Em." Arika stroked my hand. A car horn honked outside. "We already got your trunk, and Davidson." She smiled, Davidson was my black cat.
"So, we're leaving?" I looked at her dumbfounded.
"No, we're gonna stay here all day, Emmie. Of course we're going. Come on, Eric's dad is being really generous for taking us." Arika snapped.
"Let me run up to my room and get something really quick." I ran up the stairs without waiting for an answer. I didn't go into my room, instead I went into my mothers. I got on the floor, reached under the bed and took out her golden box. Even though I knew she wouldn't appreciate me taking her
pictures, I did it anyway. I took the picture of her and her friends at Hogwarts, and the one of Jager and my father and stuck them into my robe pockets.
"Hurry up!" Arika called from the downstairs. I quickly tucked the box back under the bed, ran down the steps and walked out the door. Eric's father was sitting in the drivers seat, Eric in the passengers. Arika was holding on of the back-seat doors open. "Come on, get in." She told me, and I hopped in, she followed.
"Thank you." I said to Eric's dad while buckling my seat belt.
"Oh no problem, dear." He smiled at me, I could see it in the review mirror. He put the car in gear, and slowly pulled out of our driveway. As we went down the road, I couldn't help but think...if Jager were here, would he be taking us to Hogwarts?
~*Remus*~
"Remus, darling?" My mother's soft, morning voice flushed with sleep, woke me.
"Hmmm...?" I managed to mumble.
"It's time to get up. Go get ready, we're taking you to the platform." She murmured, and then left me. I hadn't told either of my parents about Ivy knowing about my...condition. They said I shouldn't tell anyone and I didn't want to. But, now that she knew it was easier...And the fact that she didn't care, was wonderful. I got out of bed, wondering. How did she know? Well, I would worry about that when I saw her. I dressed hurriedly, and then ran downstairs.
"Good morning, Remus." My father greeted me with a plate of biscuits. I sat down at the table and began to put some butter and jam onto one of the biscuits.
"Are you all packed?" My mother asked as she entered the kitchen.
"Yes, I finished last night." I told her in-between bites of biscuit.
"Good boy." My father ruffed my hair.
"Now, Remus...Dumbeldore is going to want to see you when you arrive and he'll fill you in on how they...they're going to control you...during your time." My mothers voice shook. "Then you'll get sorted."
"What house are you aiming for son?" My father put down his paper.
"Gryffindor I suppose." I said, my dad's house had been Gryffindor. "I guess Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad...so long as it's not Slytherin."
"That's my boy." My dad beamed at me. My mother sat down and began to eat her breakfast.
"You'll love Hogwarts once you get there. My best seven years were spent at that school." She smiled. "And you have that charming little friend...Ivy, right?" She winked at me.
"Who's this Ivy?" My father asked grinning.
"One of them children I met in Diagon Alley. Remember I told you when I got home?" I grabbed another biscuit.
"Oh yes...I believe I know Mr. Potter...he's in the Ministry I believe. I met him at a benefit last year...his wife is quiet nice." My dad explained.
"Well, what time do you have to be at the Platform, Remus?" I believe my mother tried to change the subject.
"Sometime around eleven. It's ten fifteen now." I answered.
"We better go then, don't want to get caught in the muggle Sunday traffic." My father said. "I'll go get your trunk." And with that he went upstairs.
"Remus, I want you to write us everyday. Promise, me?" My mother asked as soon as my father had gone up the stairs.
"I will." I reassured her. She seemed a bit more relaxed now. My dad came down the steps, lugging my trunk the whole way.
"Let's be off, then. Don't wanna be late, now do we?" He walked over to the counter and grabbed his keys. My Mom put all the dishes in the sink and then we both followed my father outside. He got in the front, Mom beside him and then me in the back. When we were pulling away from the house I saw some of the kids in the village, the ones who deserted me when they knew what I was, they looked at our retreating car, with worried faces. Why would they be worried about me going to Hogwarts? We're they worried I'd come back and curse them? Probably. Then I saw Damon getting in the car with his parents...and he had a trunk.
Was he going to Hogwarts, too?
"Yes, Remus. Damon's going to Hogwarts." My mother sounded as if she read my mind. She must have seen me looking out the window at someone I grew up with as a friend, turning out we were never friends at all.
"Oh..." I mouthed.
"Dumbeldore's already forbidden him to tell anyone about you, don't worry sweetie." She said kindly. I didn't reply, just looked out the window as we journeyed to Kings Cross.
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