Unknown Secret
Chapter 4, The Hogwarts Express
Skyla completely forgot that she had missed the outing. As soon as she got back, Lyenna started tormenting her. "Ooooh, you're going to be in trouble now Skylark. Skipping, naughty, naughty." but to her surprise, no punishment came. Skyla stuffed her things from Diagon Alley under her bed.
The rest of the summer passed uneventfully. Skyla was both excited and scared of the coming school year. On August 31, Skyla was more scared than ever. How would she get to Hogwarts? Then the mail arrived. Skyla opened the letter and found a ticket and an explanation of how to get onto the platform. Platform 9 ¾ to be exact. "The train leaves at exactly 11:00. Just walk through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 to reach it." she read aloud. Walk through it? Oh well, it is a school of 'Witchcraft and Wizardry'.
The next day, she took the subway to Kings Cross Station. She put her trunk on a trolley and walked down the platforms, looking for nine and ten. There it was. 'The barrier looks awfully solid' she thought, but took a deep breath and walked through it, closing her eyes.
Upon opening them, she saw an engine with the words 'Hogwarts Express' printed on it. She pushed her trolley and heaved her trunk into the train. She heard a whistle and felt the train start to move. She looked for a place to sit, but all she could find were full. Finally, in the last car, there were a few seats left. She looked at the occupants of the car. It was the same people who she and Hagrid had met at Diagon Alley. "Do you mind if I sit here? I can't find anywhere else to sit," she asked.
"Go ahead." said the bushy haired Hermione.
"Skyla is it?" Ron asked. Skyla nodded. "What year are you?"
"Umm, first." She replied.
"We're all going to be fifth years." Ron said. "Are your family wizards?"
"Well, umm, that's what Professor Dumbledore said. I never really knew my parents, they were murdered by, umm, what's-his-name, Voldemort that was it. Anyway, they were murdered by his henchmen, Dead Munchers or something."
Ron, who had gasped when she said Voldemort, now sat open mouthed at her.
"Death Eaters," corrected Hermione. "So, have you known about wizards your whole life?"
"No, I haven't. I've been living at an orphanage and in July, met with Dumbledore, and he told me everything." she admitted.
Harry, who had been staring at the wall, now turned to her. "So that's why you didn't gasp or do something else when you heard my name."
"Why would I?" she asked, bewildered.
"My parents were murdered by Voldemort too. In fact, he tried to kill me as well, but something went wrong with the spell and all it did was give me this scar." he explained.
Skyla was still looking confused, so Ron said, "Harry is the only person ever known to survive the killing spell, and somehow, You-know-who disappeared. The spell had zapped him of all power, and almost his life."
"Oh." said Skyla, beginning to comprehend. "So, where have you lived all this time?" She asked Harry.
"With my horrible Aunt, Uncle, and cousin." he replied.
"My parents are both Muggles," said Hermione. "It was quite a shock when I got my Hogwarts letter."
"How old are you?" Ron asked, "You look quite old to be a first year."
"I'm thirteen." she replied.
"How are you thirteen and a first year?" he asked.
"Well, Dumbledore said that he just found out I was alive. Everyone believed that I was dead because my mother had put a spell on me that made me undetectable with magic."
"Oh, I get it," said Hermione, "They used a searching spell, but It couldn't find you, so you were presumed dead."
"Yes," said Skyla.
Just then, the door opened and in stepped a boy with blonde hair and two large boys behind him.
"What do you want Malfoy?" spat Harry, but the boy ignored him and was staring at Skyla.
"What is a pretty thing like you doing in here with them? I'm Draco Malfoy, who are you?" he said and held out his hand.
Skyla gasped. Draco Malfoy! She had almost forgotten what Dumbledore had asked her to do. She shook his hand and blushed. "I-I'm Skyla…"
"You're lucky Potter, I won't kill you in front of a lady." He smiled at her and left, the two larger boy's following.
There was an awkward silence, then finally Hermione said, "Well, we'd better change into our robes, we'll be ariving soon."
Soon, Skyla could see a large lake and behind that… she gasped, it was a gigantic castle. The castle loomed closer and closer until finally the train slowed to a stop. She got out and heard a familiar voice. "Firs' years over here, follow me." She then saw the hairy face of Hagrid and went over to him.
Chapter 4, The Hogwarts Express
Skyla completely forgot that she had missed the outing. As soon as she got back, Lyenna started tormenting her. "Ooooh, you're going to be in trouble now Skylark. Skipping, naughty, naughty." but to her surprise, no punishment came. Skyla stuffed her things from Diagon Alley under her bed.
The rest of the summer passed uneventfully. Skyla was both excited and scared of the coming school year. On August 31, Skyla was more scared than ever. How would she get to Hogwarts? Then the mail arrived. Skyla opened the letter and found a ticket and an explanation of how to get onto the platform. Platform 9 ¾ to be exact. "The train leaves at exactly 11:00. Just walk through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 to reach it." she read aloud. Walk through it? Oh well, it is a school of 'Witchcraft and Wizardry'.
The next day, she took the subway to Kings Cross Station. She put her trunk on a trolley and walked down the platforms, looking for nine and ten. There it was. 'The barrier looks awfully solid' she thought, but took a deep breath and walked through it, closing her eyes.
Upon opening them, she saw an engine with the words 'Hogwarts Express' printed on it. She pushed her trolley and heaved her trunk into the train. She heard a whistle and felt the train start to move. She looked for a place to sit, but all she could find were full. Finally, in the last car, there were a few seats left. She looked at the occupants of the car. It was the same people who she and Hagrid had met at Diagon Alley. "Do you mind if I sit here? I can't find anywhere else to sit," she asked.
"Go ahead." said the bushy haired Hermione.
"Skyla is it?" Ron asked. Skyla nodded. "What year are you?"
"Umm, first." She replied.
"We're all going to be fifth years." Ron said. "Are your family wizards?"
"Well, umm, that's what Professor Dumbledore said. I never really knew my parents, they were murdered by, umm, what's-his-name, Voldemort that was it. Anyway, they were murdered by his henchmen, Dead Munchers or something."
Ron, who had gasped when she said Voldemort, now sat open mouthed at her.
"Death Eaters," corrected Hermione. "So, have you known about wizards your whole life?"
"No, I haven't. I've been living at an orphanage and in July, met with Dumbledore, and he told me everything." she admitted.
Harry, who had been staring at the wall, now turned to her. "So that's why you didn't gasp or do something else when you heard my name."
"Why would I?" she asked, bewildered.
"My parents were murdered by Voldemort too. In fact, he tried to kill me as well, but something went wrong with the spell and all it did was give me this scar." he explained.
Skyla was still looking confused, so Ron said, "Harry is the only person ever known to survive the killing spell, and somehow, You-know-who disappeared. The spell had zapped him of all power, and almost his life."
"Oh." said Skyla, beginning to comprehend. "So, where have you lived all this time?" She asked Harry.
"With my horrible Aunt, Uncle, and cousin." he replied.
"My parents are both Muggles," said Hermione. "It was quite a shock when I got my Hogwarts letter."
"How old are you?" Ron asked, "You look quite old to be a first year."
"I'm thirteen." she replied.
"How are you thirteen and a first year?" he asked.
"Well, Dumbledore said that he just found out I was alive. Everyone believed that I was dead because my mother had put a spell on me that made me undetectable with magic."
"Oh, I get it," said Hermione, "They used a searching spell, but It couldn't find you, so you were presumed dead."
"Yes," said Skyla.
Just then, the door opened and in stepped a boy with blonde hair and two large boys behind him.
"What do you want Malfoy?" spat Harry, but the boy ignored him and was staring at Skyla.
"What is a pretty thing like you doing in here with them? I'm Draco Malfoy, who are you?" he said and held out his hand.
Skyla gasped. Draco Malfoy! She had almost forgotten what Dumbledore had asked her to do. She shook his hand and blushed. "I-I'm Skyla…"
"You're lucky Potter, I won't kill you in front of a lady." He smiled at her and left, the two larger boy's following.
There was an awkward silence, then finally Hermione said, "Well, we'd better change into our robes, we'll be ariving soon."
Soon, Skyla could see a large lake and behind that… she gasped, it was a gigantic castle. The castle loomed closer and closer until finally the train slowed to a stop. She got out and heard a familiar voice. "Firs' years over here, follow me." She then saw the hairy face of Hagrid and went over to him.