"Mom! Dad! Where's my wand?" Timothy screamed, running down the
stairs.
"Tim, it's on the coffee table!" his mother yelled up to him as his father put a quick spell on the car to make the trunk wider. He stuffed Tim's trunk into it and they got into the car. They drove for about thirty minutes. Timothy was eleven. It was his first year at Hogwarts.
When they arrived at King's Cross they headed for the barrier. They hadn't seen Ron since Timothy was five, and Ginny since he was born. They talked, but they didn't see each other much. It was a shame too; they had always been so close in school. They ran through the barrier to see the Hogwarts Express waiting.
"Wow, Mom, you told me about it, but never in so much...detail."
"Yeah, it's hard to explain really."
"Well, go on, get a good seat before they're all taken." His father, Harry Potter, said as he hugged him goodbye. Then Hermione stepped up.
"Oh! Does he have to go?" She said and squeezed her son tightly.
"Yes Hermione. He has to get an education."
"Oooh! Alright! Bye Timothy! I love you!" She said as she planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Mom! Come on! Not here!"
"Sorry. Bye, write me!" He waved goodbye one last time and got on the train.
He went straight to the back. There was a stall with only one girl in it. She had striking blonde hair, and silver eyes, but it was her smile that made the room sparkle.
"May I sit down?" He asked politely.
"Sure." He put his things away and sat beside her. He extended his hand.
"My name is Timothy Potter, what's yours?" She reluctantly took his hand and replied,
"Samara Malfoy." The name seemed somewhat familiar to Timothy, but he just shook it off.
"Well, most people call me Tim. Do you have a nickname?"
"Yeah, people usually either call me Sam, Sammy, or 'Mara. More the other two, not many call me 'Mara anymore."
"Then 'Mara it is." He said with a smile. They told each other about their lives for a few hours, when the compartment door opened. It was a lady with a cart of snacks.
"Anything for you m'dears?"
"No ma'am."
"Well, with that I think it's about time you two got changed. There's another cart of girls across the hall for you." She said pointing towards Samara.
"Thank you very much ma'am." She got up and pulled out some robes, then walked across the hall. Timothy changed as quickly as possible. About ten minutes later she came back. "Hi again."
They talked for another hour, and Samara yawned.
"Hey, would you mind if I laid my head in your lap?" Timothy shook his head.
"No, not at all. I can tell you're tired." She fell asleep in about ten minutes, and so did Timothy. When the train stopped he woke up.
"Hey, 'Mara, wake up, the train stopped."
"Oh, great. It's about time."
"Tim, it's on the coffee table!" his mother yelled up to him as his father put a quick spell on the car to make the trunk wider. He stuffed Tim's trunk into it and they got into the car. They drove for about thirty minutes. Timothy was eleven. It was his first year at Hogwarts.
When they arrived at King's Cross they headed for the barrier. They hadn't seen Ron since Timothy was five, and Ginny since he was born. They talked, but they didn't see each other much. It was a shame too; they had always been so close in school. They ran through the barrier to see the Hogwarts Express waiting.
"Wow, Mom, you told me about it, but never in so much...detail."
"Yeah, it's hard to explain really."
"Well, go on, get a good seat before they're all taken." His father, Harry Potter, said as he hugged him goodbye. Then Hermione stepped up.
"Oh! Does he have to go?" She said and squeezed her son tightly.
"Yes Hermione. He has to get an education."
"Oooh! Alright! Bye Timothy! I love you!" She said as she planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Mom! Come on! Not here!"
"Sorry. Bye, write me!" He waved goodbye one last time and got on the train.
He went straight to the back. There was a stall with only one girl in it. She had striking blonde hair, and silver eyes, but it was her smile that made the room sparkle.
"May I sit down?" He asked politely.
"Sure." He put his things away and sat beside her. He extended his hand.
"My name is Timothy Potter, what's yours?" She reluctantly took his hand and replied,
"Samara Malfoy." The name seemed somewhat familiar to Timothy, but he just shook it off.
"Well, most people call me Tim. Do you have a nickname?"
"Yeah, people usually either call me Sam, Sammy, or 'Mara. More the other two, not many call me 'Mara anymore."
"Then 'Mara it is." He said with a smile. They told each other about their lives for a few hours, when the compartment door opened. It was a lady with a cart of snacks.
"Anything for you m'dears?"
"No ma'am."
"Well, with that I think it's about time you two got changed. There's another cart of girls across the hall for you." She said pointing towards Samara.
"Thank you very much ma'am." She got up and pulled out some robes, then walked across the hall. Timothy changed as quickly as possible. About ten minutes later she came back. "Hi again."
They talked for another hour, and Samara yawned.
"Hey, would you mind if I laid my head in your lap?" Timothy shook his head.
"No, not at all. I can tell you're tired." She fell asleep in about ten minutes, and so did Timothy. When the train stopped he woke up.
"Hey, 'Mara, wake up, the train stopped."
"Oh, great. It's about time."