AN: I do not own a thing, sadly it all belongs to J.K Rowling.
Sorry for the long wait for this update. I had exams and I needed to study. I may live in America, but this chapter is dedicated to the new Princess of England, name yet unknown.
The six of them spent the rest of the train ride talking and joking. They talked about everything, and Bellamy found herself believing these people could be her friends, and eventually, had a high possibility of being in her court when she becomes Queen exactly a month after her wedding day. It was what happened to the female heirs of the monarch. In order for her to lay claim on the Crown, she must be wedded, and then have a grace period of a month between her wedding date and that of her coronation in order for it to be a legal ceremony.
Or so says all of the journals that she has ever read that had once belonged to her female ancestors that littered the tower. Her Great-Grandmother (however many times over) had been crowned Queen exactly one month after she was wedded when she was just six years old. Having gone through what is known as precocious puberty early on in life, it was legally allowed for her to fulfill the necessary duties that are required in a marriage contract in the two years after the binding ceremony. As uncommon as it was for muggles to become pregnant at that age, it was expected for a wife to give an heir within 30 months of their marriage. Her Grandmother Lavinia had married her Grandfather Nicholas, who at the time of marriage, was 16 years old. His family was the most prominent in the Elite circle, which gave them a higher chance at being contracted to a child of the Crown. At the point of Lavinia's birth, the Chandler's were in the good graces of King Matthias and Queen Florentia. The Queen, whose crown was her birthright through her beloved father, chose her own daughter's betroth as well as her name, not giving her husband any say so in anything pertaining to the running of the Kingdom. The contract was announced days after Lavinia's birth, at her public naming ceremony, thus shooting the Chandlers to an even higher prestige that only those whose children have married into the Crown could admit to having. Vinia had began to go through puberty when she was barely three years old. By the time of her wedding, she had already began her menstrual cycle on a regular basis, as well as developing breasts and hair on her genetalia. The healers confirmed that she was able to bare a child at the age of five, whilst her mother was on her deathbed. Her father, as much as he loathed to see it, knew that his wife was dying. And with that, meant the loss of his little girl. Vinia's mother was slowly dying since she had given birth to her younger sister, Rosamond, a month before her fifth birthday. Florentia was slowing and painfully dying, the healers said that she had somehow contracted a deadly virus that was incurable during the birth of her child. Florentia wanted to be able to attend her daughter's wedding, so she planned one in under a fortnight while on bedrest.
A week following Lavinia's wedding, Florentia passed away. Then, three weeks later, during which time Nicholas helped with the running of the Kingdom, Vinia was crowned High Queen. A year later, the birth of her son Francis, at the age of seven nearly killed her, but a new healing technique was introduced that saved her life. Vinia began to run the Kingdom with an iron fist, one of the most brutal in their family, but at the time of the witch hunts during the 15th century, it was needed. She was the one who began a quick and precise separation between the magicals and the mundanes, which the media had begun to dub as 'Muggles'. Her legacy had lived on, many of the wards surrounding the purely magically communities were erected by her order, even the town of Levener, which was located by modern day Peebles, close to Cardrona Forest was derived from her name due to saving thousands of actual witches and wizards through her 3 week plan to place all magicals in a safe environment.
When Francis was old enough, he was sent to the only school in the Kingdom at the time, and later adapted into the school that every one in the royal family attended, by her future grandchildren, known as Hogwarts. His Aunt Rosamond had gone the year previous, having been raised together, they were more siblings than aunt and nephew, so they had missed each other dearly. During the time that the two of them were in school, Rosamond had found a suitable betrothal, and Francis had found friends who would later be prominent during his reign of the Kingdom. His betrothal came from a prestigious french Family, a branch of their monarchy who were not quite in the top 10 for inheritance of the throne, but not so far behind that their Royal blood was too small. But, that was an entirely different story.
Bellamy knew it was one of the reasons that all of the Royal Heirs continue to be sent to the school, so that they can forge bond with people who one day could be included in their Royal Court. As the train trudged closer to the school, Bellamy became wary of what awaited her. For the first time in nine and a half years she would see her younger sister, and she will once again be in the public's eye. Not to mention that she would be observed by everyone, and all the training that she had had will now be put to the test. She knew that people had unrealistic expectations of what a princess should be, and how one should act, and the type of people that they surrounded themselves with. She knew that if she was not in company of others, she would be having a panic attack, all of these anxious thoughts racing through her head were well on their way to leading to a breakdown, hopefully someone was their to stop her from doing something stupid.
When the trolley came, the group of six bought a few of every kind of treat that was sold. For Bellamy, this would be her first taste of any of these treats, her governess' mother always sent small care packages, but they always consisted of Spanish delicacies, all homemade. And as amazing as they were, she never tasted prepackaged foods of any kinds. All of them shared with the other in the compartment, and whilst they ate, they finally took the time to be children, instead of the Old-Blood children their parents raised them to be. For over and hour, they were able to forget tradition, forget manners, forget to be proper, to be polite, and for once joke and have fun. Something that no matter how you were raised, if your family had a title, or even if they were in the process of gaining one in the next generation or so, then you weren't permitted to do. Even as small children, while they played, they always had to be proper, their clothing mustn't get dirty, their speech must be as proper as they were, meaning no slang words. After a while, children began to loathe the elegant lifestyle that they had been blessed with, but as they became older, and understood society, it wasn't as bad when they were punished for the slightest thing. In Old Blood families, nothing but perfection was accepted.
Only once were they interrupted in their compartment,which was by a girl with buck teeth and bushy hair that made her resemble a beaver who had no knowledge of hair care products to help tame the frizz that her hair created, or the fact that with curly hair it is better to brush wet, then let air dry with some type of holding product to allow the curls to form perfectly.
"Have any of you seen a toad? A boy has lost one." She stated in her matter-of-fact voice. Everyone cringed, they knew how she would be for the rest of the school year. The type of first generation witch that tried to compensate in some way for her status, there was one in every incoming group of first generation witches and wizards starting their first year at Hogwarts. Most of them grew out of it, as they realized that only some judged by blood type, but their are the few who think they could change the world, since her father's marriage to a first generation witch, they believe that it could happen like that with other prominent families. Forgetting the fact that if a family is unable to set up a contract with someone higher, then they choose to ally themselves with someone who is at the same level in the hierarchy. Someone would need to knock her off her pedestal, hopefully sooner rather than later. She glanced around the compartment and her eyes fell on Bellamy.
"Oh my! You're the Hidden Princess! I've read all about you! I'm a muggle-born see, so I bought books to get me used to the wizarding world." She ranted on and on, the lost toad being forgotten. Everyone smirked, bookworm had a one-track mind. All of them tuned out the mindless inane chatter of the muggleborn.
"Yes, well if you know that I am the 'Hidden Princess', then how is it you know all about me? I mean I was hidden from the time I was one until today. Which means that no one had prior knowledge of me, as well as any current photos." Bellamy smirked. Everyone laughed as the girl blushed as red as a tomato. She turned and ran out without saying another word. She would need to read a few books on Wizarding Manners. As well as learn that everything that she reads is not always true. The history books were always written by the winners, leaving the losers to never speak their side of the story.
"Well, that was interesting." Daphne stated. Everyone agreed, before they continued as they were before she came into the room.
They spent most of the time after that informing Bellamy of what to expect at Hogwarts. Everyone knew that she was sorely lacking in the social department, but chose to leave it unspoken, and instead they just spoke on their own experiences. She was so over her head, and became scared when they said that hundreds of students attended. Having not been around anyone but her governess all of her life, she was almost hyper-ventilating at the thought of it. Finally, as the sun began to set, they all left the compartment to get changed. Returning to assure each other that they would still speak to each other, even if they went into separate houses.
As they all stepped off of the train a booming voice shouted over the sea of students, "First years! First years over here please!"