THE FIRST DESCENDANT
By Omniscient Maiden
Disclaimer: Miss J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, and I own this fanfic. Yadayadayada, you know the drill. Happy Reading!
Chapter 4: The Hogwarts Express
The last week of the summer passed by quickly. Avery spent hours pouring over her new spellbooks, trying to think of a name for her new Kneazle. Mum had bought it for her as a reward for being so tolerant of her brother's peskiness that summer. She was a lovely creature; a bright silvery-gray kitten with flecks of turquoise. She looked rather like a silvery moon. Hmm. . . let's see. Avery thought as she leafed through a book on Greek Mythology. Demeter? No, that sounds too much like Dementor. . . Avery turned the page. Eurydice? Hmm. . .nah. She once again flipped the page. Oh, here's one: Neaera. Cool! Avery looked down the page farther. Means new moon, mother of Evadne, who was the wife of Capaneus. That was it. New moon. Perfect! A new moon is invisible! It makes it sound like her cat is related to a Demiguise. Avery shut the book and looked over at Neaera. The kneazle cocked it's head and stared back at her. She thought to herself how well they'd be getting along.
On the day of September 2nd, the Potters loaded up into the car with Avery's trunk and carrier for Neaera. They arrived a King's Cross, and ran down to the platforms 9 and 10. Harry looked down at his wife and daughter. "I'll go first to check for a cabin for you. Follow me right after!" he said as he walked through the "solid" barrier. Mrs. Potter looked down at Avery, gave a cry and embraced her so tightly Avery felt like she was going to suffocate.
"—mum—MUM! You're—crush--ing-me—"
Ginny released her, but still had that look in her eyes. "Sorry dear. We best be going." She said indicating to the barrier. Avery nodded and the mother and daughter walked through.
The scarlet steam engine that was the Hogwarts Express stood proudly on the tracks, a sign overhead reading 'Platform 9 ¾'. Mr. Potter ran up to them once more and proclaimed Avery's items stored, and Neaera stored safely in a cabin, waiting for her owner. Avery kissed her parents, gave her father one last look, then sprinted onto the train. She looked side to side until she found the cabin she was looking for, and stepped in.
The cabin was a nicely sized one with red velvet seats. On one of them, across from the window sat an 11 year old girl. She had shoulder length black hair, and was holding what looked like a color changing mouse. She was clad in long velvet blue robes, and by her side was a small bag bearing the initials R.K.P. Avery slowly walked over and found her voice. "H-hi there." The girl swung around to reveal stunningly deep blue eyes. She seemed serious and decisive for a moment, but then smiled.
The girl twisted around so she could see Avery in the seat across from herself. "Hi. My name's Raeanne Patil. And this is Pouncey. He's a Mrouse. They're kind of like mice, except they change color." She said with a grin. "I'm sorry, but I missed your name?"
Avery felt slightly better around Raeanne's casual voice. "I'm Avery Potter. Oh, and before you say anything, yes, my father is Harry Potter." She finished, rolling her eyes slightly. Raeanne giggled.
"You're funny. Yes, I was actually just about to ask you that. I'm the daughter of Parvati Patil. She was in the same year as your dad, I think. I believe they went to a Yule ball together one year." She giggled again. "I guess it didn't work out." Raeanne stroked Pouncey's now green fur, and stared out the window at the browning fall scenery that flashed by. Avery remembered her father telling her about that story. He had been a champion of the Triwizard Tournament, and. . . well, she would go into that story. That was one of the scarier ones. Who knew? Perhaps Raeanne already did know that story. Ah, well. Perhaps a different story would—
Her thoughts were punctuated by an elderly witch opening the door and offering treats. Avery bought lots of everything; old originals like pumpkin pasties, and the new treats like Sugar Spells.
Raeanne eyed the silver box of Sugar Spells wistfully. "I don't think I've ever had one of those. Are they good?" Avery opened the box and grabbed one of the disks.
She started to explain: "Well, what they are is a grade 1 spell enclosed in candy. Now what you do, is put it in your mouth," She did. "And suck on the candy. In the center is a small candy ball. You bite into that, and say the basic spell you want. There are only about 10 or so that work, but they're in here in the manua—oh wait, I've reached the center." Avery stopped talking and bit the ball. There was a loud crunching sound that made Raeanne flinch. Avery held up a finger and said the spell out of the book. "Pupetta conjurealis!" There was a small pop and a little finger puppet dropped from thin air. It had a little girl in a bow on top who was chattering relentlessly. Avery plugged her ears and shoved the puppet under her jacket. "Ah, well. They are rather pointless spells." Raeanne smiled and looked at a box of chocolate frogs. As she was unwrapping one, she said, "I think I'll stick to the oldies." Avery was just opening a cauldron cake when the cabin door slid open revealing a short, stubbly boy with mouse brown hair. He looked around the cabin frantically. "Has anyone seen my toad? He's gotten loose again." Both girls shook their heads. "Oh drat. Trevet, where have you gotten to!" The boy sprinted out of the cabin and down the hall. They heard a crash and a stream of apologies. It appeared as if the boy had crashed into the candy cart.
Raeanne raised her eyebrows and chuckled out, "Seems like a Longbottom. Er—I'm just wondering. . . do you play quidditch at all?"
Avery grinned once more and replied.
A/N: Sorry for the abrubt ending, but I must go to sleep. . .sleeeeeeeeepy. . .
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