Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommended both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.
This story takes place after the war.
Evie POV
After a quick hello from Lucius, and a soft hug from Cissy, Draco, Blaise and I were led towards the entrance of the train. The twins passed my suitcases over to Lucius, who handed them off to one of the train conductors, who apparently was on his payroll or something, who placed them in a baggage handlers, and dragged them over to the train itself, which I found out was aptly named the Hogwarts Express.
Jude was kept with me, at my insubordinate revolution at handing him over. I wanted him to stay with me, and therefore he would. No questions asked. And even if there were, I promptly ignored them, and hefted him over to the halted train.
Of course we didn't get twenty steps before we knocked into someone, or someone's, I guess you could say. And they didn't like anything about Draco or Blaise. A group of three teens, roughly around my age, with scornful expressions planted on their faces, directed straight at us. And I didn't like it at all.
One was a rather tall, pale boy, with bright hair, and small, slanted, angry blue eyes. His face held the most obvious disdain, out of the trio. He really despised my mates, and I suppose myself by default. The pretty, petite brunette nestles deeply in his side was obviously his girlfriend, and her nose was unturned and she sent derisive glares in our general direction. Her hair was very pretty, and curled nicely in that way that I would have been jealous of when I had been 'normal'. Honestly, she looked like she was the snooty type, but I didn't want to be too judgemental, however her generalised aura was that of a very uppity, self-righteous young woman.
The final third of their trio was a fairly short, wiry, tanned young man, with wild, messy inky black hair, with bright green eyes and circular lensed glasses, and a naturally ensnaring aura that drew the attentions of everyone he walked besides. He wasn't nearly as hateful as the other two, but he wasn't at all receptive, either. He just looked tired of it all, honestly.
The amount of hate that I felt resonate through their magic almost knocked me to the floor, and I wondered, curiously, where this dislike had stemmed from.
Draco and Blaise already told me that the impression of them in the wizarding world was shit, and I guess that I didn't believe them up until now. They had been nothing but courteous and polite with me, sharing their home, and their bed, simply because of my discomfort. Of course I wouldn't see anything wrong with them, but the hatred that these new people conveyed had to have come from somewhere. It wasn't jealousy, it wasn't envy. It was pure disgust, and I couldn't see why they could feel such a way about two of the purest men that I've ever met.
Unconsciously, I felt myself press closer to them, and they understood my discomfort, and placed soothing hands on the small of my back, leading me towards the entrance, seemingly unperturbed by the hostile atmosphere that surrounded us.
"Oh, so they let you scum back in then?," the tall, pale, strikingly ginger one sneered, and I felt myself flinch at his tone of voice. It held nothing but liquid cyanide and I felt my stomach turn. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from returning his contempt with my own, as I could feel my mates displeasure at such actions. Lucius and Cissy were watching, still, with bated breath, apparently, and I didn't want to let them down. They didn't waste 4 weeks of gruelling training just so I could flip out here, and get kicked out of the building.
Not like I hadn't done it before, though.
The twins were watching me, too, wondering why I hadn't done such a thing, and without saying much, I simply turned to them, and bared my teeth in annoyance, drawing a loud chuckle from them both.
"Ignore him, he's a Weasley," Draco's casual drawl brought me out of my embarrassed state, and I gave him a small, forced smile, before being helped into the warming cart of the train. The walls were painted a light cream, giving it an unguarded and open feel to it. We passed a few of the more full compartments, having equally as toxic glares being sent our way as we passed, although nobody really said anything too incensing, and by the time we reached the absolute back of the train, I promptly realised that this area was segregated completely from the rest. The walls were darker although the atmosphere was entirely relaxed and calm. The people here, at first, looked frighteningly intimidating, however upon seeing the faces of my companions, happiness bloomed on nearly all of them.
It was like they looked up to them, and that made my heart swell inside of my chest.
There were no hugs, or overly emotional reintroductions, because, come on, did you expect any less? They all did, however, gave respect-filled nods in their direction, regarding me coolly, with not an ounce of hostility in their eyes.
Well.. Most of them anyway.
A few ladies didn't like me being so close to Draco and Blaise, but really, they'd just have to suck it up, because they were mine.
Sorry about it.
Over the last month I had swiftly come to the absolute conclusion that I was perfectly fine and accepting of my mates. They wouldn't be mine if they weren't supposed to be, so why fight it? They loved them. Shit, they doted on my every word, and I relished in it.
I liked having the sole attention of, not one, but two gorgeous people, and I loved it. I lived for it. I had long given up hope of me being normal, the very concept of it giving me the shivers. I liked being special, even though, prior to this segment in my life, I wasn't anything but regular.
Sure, I studied a lot. I liked having shit to do, and I had wonderful, amazing friends and a not-so perfectly perfect family. But I wasn't special in any rite. There was no magic, no special abilities, no mates, no extended family. Hell, I didn't even know what I was, let alone who I was. I had no intention to tell anyone about my actual identity. It would do me no good to get involved with people that I didn't really know very well. They could get me killed; witches and wizards didn't take too well to us Dark Creatures, and I felt like it wasn't fair for us to be treated so badly.
We didn't do anything to anyone. Why weren't we allowed to marry who we wanted? Why couldn't we get job like others, or live in certain areas, simply because of our inheritance? It didn't make sense for us to be so separated from the 'normal' people, and I use that term lightly. The be all and end all of it is that it wasn't fair, and I didn't want to be treated any differently, all because of my genetic makeup. There were certain measures that were in place to stop people from treating us too badly, in polite society, of course, but that didn't always pan out too well, with everyone, and sometimes certain witches or wizards took shit into their own hands, which never ended well, for anyone involved.
The sound of a door being slid open drew me out of my musings, and I glanced up to see two other students of Hogwarts, except there were inherently more friendly looking.
One was a very tall boy, nearing 6 foot 2 inches, with kind green eyes, and dark, styled hair. He had a small appraising quirk in his lips, and he was holding the hand of a particularly gorgeous-looking girl, who's hair was primped and dead-straight, and a near ash blonde colour.
"Drake.. Who's your friend?," he asked, and I felt my brows furrow at the nickname. The subject of her statement turned her head towards him, and said, "Theo.. Shut up, would you?"
He - Theo - pursed his lips momentarily, then observed him, evenly, "No.. I don't think I will, honestly."
Draco rolled his eyes, and slid into the booth of seats opposite Theo and the mystery girl, who had yet to speak, after taking Jude's cage from my crane-like grip, and softly placed it on the sturdy ledge above us.
Blaise nudged me into follow Draco, and I did, leaving enough space between us so I wasn't overly uncomfortable, and Blaise followed behind me, curling his arm around my waist, drawing small circles on my showing skin and I grinned, happily, in response. A small sound drew my attentions away from Blaise's minute ministrations, and I turned to look towards the other girl in the compartment, who had a sheepish, shit-eating grin on her face.
"You guys are so adorable!," she said, without reservation, and I blushed a little, hoping to blend into the taupe seat I was in.
"Pansy, leave her alone, she's shy," he drawled, calmly, and I thanked him silently. By his side, I sat, a little stiffly at first, but becoming more comfortable around the people, seeing as how both Blaise and Draco seemed to like them very much. The conversation flowed between the groups, almost like they had known each other for years, and the atmosphere was a great one.
"So, who are you?" Theo asked me directly, and I felt my eyes widen of their own accord. Draco gnashed his teeth, sharply, and he bit out, "Stop it, Theodore."
He rolled his eyes, and I placed a calming hand on his shoulder, before turning back to Theo, and answering him, gregariously, "I'm Evie, and you are?"
"Theo," and he held out his hand for me to shake. I accepted, graciously, and his brow rose, minutely. Draco tsked, and I turned to him as I settled back into the seat, and he stated, "Theodore's got Seer blood in him - it works more like psychometrics. It normally gives him a headache, but he needs to touch to 'see'. Which is why," Draco glared absolute daggers at the unapologetic wizard, "He shouldn't be fucking around with you."
"Its fine. I don't have anything to hide," then turning towards the psychic, I asked, curiously, "Did you find anything useful?"
He smirked, "Nothing worth repeating," then nodded once in my direction. Pansy then took this as a cue to start throwing questions at me, left, right and centre.
"How long have you known Draco and Blaise?"
"Who are you?"
"Where are you from?"
"I havent seen you around before, are you new?"
Blaise simply sniffed out a groan, and Draco rolled his eyes, playfully, at the energetic blonde. I chuckled, to myself, before chiding, "I cant answer all of those questions, you're asking them too quickly."
She seemed a little apologetic, before reiterating, "Why are you only coming to Hogwarts now?"
I turned to Draco, wondering how I was supposed to word this, and he decided to step in an help me out.
"This does not leave this room." his tone left no room for dispute, and it seemed like he wasn't going to be met with any, anyway. For some reason, the display of outright authority made my stomach tingle in ways that I hadn't experienced before, and I had to, for the moment, clench my fists beneath the table to conceal it.
"Evelyn came into her inheritance over the summer. Prior to her 17th, she had no magic."
The silence in the room was beyond deafening, and the eyes of our new friends - could I even call them that? - widened in girth. Pansy stammered, lost for words, "D-Draco.. You mean nothing?"
His nod was curt and grim, and I guess now that I was aware of how dependent witches and wizards were on their magic here in this realm, I could see why it would come as such a shock.
She turned to me, and without an ounce of malice, she asked, "So you were a Squib?"
Shaking my head, I replied, "I didn't know about magic. I grew up," turning to look at Pansy directly, I continued, "I grew up as a muggle."
She blanched, momentarily, before asking Blaise, "Why aren't you at a Wizarding reform school? Don't get me wrong, you seem nice, but.. You should really be with the first-years, not the seventh year retakes."
Smiling at her, I answered, "I think I'll manage."
Her eyebrows rose, but she said nothing else, and I guessed that she trusted Draco and Blaise's judgement enough to get over it.
However something that she said stuck with me, and I found myself asking a simple question.
"Why did you refer to yourself as a seventh year 'retake'?"
Immediately, I heard a sudden intake of breath from my left, and I got the distinct impression that I had asked the wrong question. Pansy raised her brow at me, incredulously, and asked, almost as if she didn't believe me, "You've got to be kidding me, right?"
I shook my head, and I felt the air around me become thinner and tenser that beforehand. A low, constant growl was vibrating from the centre of Draco's chest, and I turned to him, my expression curious, and what I saw shocked me beyond reason.
Draco looked scared.
Not the usual kind of scared, but actually rather afraid.
His skin wasn't the natural pale that I was used to, but more of an ashen white that made him seem like he had just seen a ghost.
"No, I'm not joking. A month and a half ago, I was a skater, living in a two-storey house, in New York City.. I couldn't tell you anything about the ins and outs of the wizarding world, even now."
She blanched, slightly, and with a little bit of discomfort, she began, "Well," glancing at Draco out of her peripherals, "I guess we should start at the beginning, huh?"