Chapter 3
Francis woke early on Monday the first of September. At the foot of her bed stood her trunk, full of her books, supplies, and spare robes. Francis yawned and got out of bed. She went and kneeled by her new trunk, a bittersweet smile on her face. She traced the gold lettering of her initials with her index finger, F G.
As she began to get ready there was a knock at her door, 'Francis!' she heard her Father say loudly, in his gruff voice. 'Are you ready? You've got five more minutes!' she sighed and then heard his steps going down the stairs.
One hour later Francis was stood in front of the wall between platforms nine and ten she turned around and looked at her parents. She turned her head back, and for the seventh and final time she walked right onto platform nine and three quarters.
Francis ran her hand through her dark hair, nervously. Her bright green eyes darting around, for anyone she knew, there were new faces, some old ones and some she didn't recognise at all but none of her friends were in sight.
She sighed and began to try and lift her heavy trunk to the train. It was impossible; she dropped her trunk, and sighed heavily. She turned around on her heels fast, and was met by a head full of red hair. Great that's all I need, she thought, Weasley!
Then she heard a voice, not Ron's; it belonged to someone who she didn't know.
'Ron, help this girl with her trunk onto the train!' a red haired woman said, she assumed it was Mrs Weasley.
Ron turned around, and immediately made a face like there was a sour sweet in his mouth, 'But Mum!' he began.
'No buts!' Mrs Weasley said, her lips dangerously thin, reminding Francis of Pro. McGonagall. Ron made the face again and grabbed the opposite end of Francis's trunk violently, and he literally dragged Francis onto the Hogwarts Express. As they turned into an empty compartment Ron turned and looked at Francis. He glared at her 'Better not expect anything like this to happen again!' and with that he stormed out.
Francis sighed, and she sat down with an angry look on her face. 'Stupid pauper!' she hissed to herself, and then she yawned.
The next thing she knew she was sat by the lake at Hogwarts, it was dark and she wasn't alone. Sat on the other side of the lake was Ron she rolled her eyes. Ron was waiting for someone; Francis watched him closely. He was nervously running his hand through his hair, when a noise made her head spin around she squinted in the dark.
All she could make out was a figure, covered by a dark cloak. From the corner of her eye she saw Ron shiver. Ron now saw the figure and walked over to them, 'How are you?' he asked 'Did you get into any trouble?' he said, his brow furrowed with concern.
'No!' a female voice replied, lifting her hood down. Francis opened her mouth in a silent scream, as she saw her own green eyes smiling warmly at him.
Francis woke early on Monday the first of September. At the foot of her bed stood her trunk, full of her books, supplies, and spare robes. Francis yawned and got out of bed. She went and kneeled by her new trunk, a bittersweet smile on her face. She traced the gold lettering of her initials with her index finger, F G.
As she began to get ready there was a knock at her door, 'Francis!' she heard her Father say loudly, in his gruff voice. 'Are you ready? You've got five more minutes!' she sighed and then heard his steps going down the stairs.
One hour later Francis was stood in front of the wall between platforms nine and ten she turned around and looked at her parents. She turned her head back, and for the seventh and final time she walked right onto platform nine and three quarters.
Francis ran her hand through her dark hair, nervously. Her bright green eyes darting around, for anyone she knew, there were new faces, some old ones and some she didn't recognise at all but none of her friends were in sight.
She sighed and began to try and lift her heavy trunk to the train. It was impossible; she dropped her trunk, and sighed heavily. She turned around on her heels fast, and was met by a head full of red hair. Great that's all I need, she thought, Weasley!
Then she heard a voice, not Ron's; it belonged to someone who she didn't know.
'Ron, help this girl with her trunk onto the train!' a red haired woman said, she assumed it was Mrs Weasley.
Ron turned around, and immediately made a face like there was a sour sweet in his mouth, 'But Mum!' he began.
'No buts!' Mrs Weasley said, her lips dangerously thin, reminding Francis of Pro. McGonagall. Ron made the face again and grabbed the opposite end of Francis's trunk violently, and he literally dragged Francis onto the Hogwarts Express. As they turned into an empty compartment Ron turned and looked at Francis. He glared at her 'Better not expect anything like this to happen again!' and with that he stormed out.
Francis sighed, and she sat down with an angry look on her face. 'Stupid pauper!' she hissed to herself, and then she yawned.
The next thing she knew she was sat by the lake at Hogwarts, it was dark and she wasn't alone. Sat on the other side of the lake was Ron she rolled her eyes. Ron was waiting for someone; Francis watched him closely. He was nervously running his hand through his hair, when a noise made her head spin around she squinted in the dark.
All she could make out was a figure, covered by a dark cloak. From the corner of her eye she saw Ron shiver. Ron now saw the figure and walked over to them, 'How are you?' he asked 'Did you get into any trouble?' he said, his brow furrowed with concern.
'No!' a female voice replied, lifting her hood down. Francis opened her mouth in a silent scream, as she saw her own green eyes smiling warmly at him.