From Loving You
Chapter One - Running Late
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I woke up rather grungy this morning. My head felt funny and my vision was blurry. I just had a dream that I saw my sister, Jessica, in Diagon Alley flirting with Marcus Flint, which is really quite disturbing. The sun flowed through the curtains and the happy chirping of birds filled my ears. But it was unusually hot, so I threw my comforter to the side as I snuggled back up into a position that would keep me asleep for years. I tried to fall asleep again, but incidentally, I was interrupted by a familiar voice that sounded like my mother's from the room below,
"SARAH! GET UP NOW!" she yelled.
I covered my ears with one of my pillows-in hope to block out the noise. I looked at the clock; it was only 10:40 AM. Why was mother calling me up so early? She always lets me sleep in during the summer. Only if… and then it hit me. Crap. Today's the day I go back to Hogwarts! But it's not that I don't want to go, I had just forgotten about it and that caused me to oversleep! I quickly dashed out of bed, still in my sleeping gown, and ran down the wooden stairs while almost crashing into the family portrait. I managed to properly sit myself down at the dining table and force several pieces of toast in my mouth.
"Honey, hurry up! You're going to be late!" my mother called out once more.
I chewed rapidly and downed the mush with a hearty glass of orange juice. Thank God I don't get heartburn. I frantically ran back upstairs. Luckily, I had packed all of my things the night before. Practically ripping off the door to my room, I rummaged through a stack of clothes on my bed and concluded with a fitting pair of jeans and a tank top. I, once again, ran down the stairs and managed to shout, "Locomotor Trunk!" I waved my wand a couple of times, it followed me, and I ran to the front door. Mother and father were already there. They opened the door for me and I dashed out, setting my luggage in the car trunk and seating myself in the backseat. And so then, we were on our way to Kings Cross Station and Platform 9 ¾. It takes skill to do that in five minutes.
"How are you feeling?" my mother asked, a semi-smile on lips.
I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. I just can't believe this is my last year."
"And your last year to win that Quidditch Cup," my Dad reminded me.
"Yeah, I expect Oliver will work us harder then."
"Ohhh, it's his last year too, isn't it?" my mother sang, "well, tell him we said 'Hi!'"
I checked the car clock. There was only eight minutes left but we were already there. Soon enough, the car was parked and the three of us were walking towards the wall between Platforms 9 and 10.
"Sarah," my mother said, walking behind me, "I'm really sorry we can't go in with you, but your sister is sick and we have to make sure it isn't anything too serious."
She kissed my cheek and I nodded, as it was all I could do. It was my last year. And that meant I was to never experience this jaunt of emotion ever again. I swallowed hard as I hugged both of my parents goodbye.
I looked at the barrier between Platform 9 and 10. Even after six years, I was still experiencing the anxiety I had in my previous years.What if I run straight into the wall? What if the barrier closes up right when I was crossing it and it locks me in? I tried looked back at my parents, but they had already left. I sighed to myself and took a deep breath, automatically running towards the empty wall. I closed my eyes as a familiar cooling sensation ran through my body and the next second, I opened my eyes to the gleaming red of the Hogwarts Express. I couldn't help but smile at it. Just the sight of the train brought so much joy to my spirits, and my mind was refreshed with the many memorable moments I had in there.
I jogged slowly towards the last train carriage, where all of my friends usually sat. Hopefully one of them had managed to get us an empty compartment, seeing as I was obviously running late this year.
Approaching the steps, I suddenly felt an arm wrap around my waist. I alarmingly stopped. I could either elbow the person behind me or see who it was. To be on the safe side, I turned around quickly with my hands in a very clenched position. But instead of punching the lucky person straight to the ground, I found myself kissing a very surprised Oliver Wood. Damn it Wood, why do you have to be so irresistible? He responded more intensely than I had intended him to, and my knees began to fall weak. I had to wrap my arms around his neck for support, and as he placed his hands on my waist, I could feel his urge to laugh against my lips.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Ms. Sarah Knight," he smirked, "a bit late, are we?"
I laughed and Oliver pulled me into a giant bear hug. Oh how I had missed him so much over the summer!
"Two minutes until the train leaves for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" the conductor shouted next to us.
"Sarah, why don't I put your trunk away and you go meet up with the rest of them?" Oliver offered, smiling.
I nodded and there was one last kiss. I then ran off to join the others.