Disclaimer: And I still only own Ainsley and Jada... the rest are Ms.
Rowling's.
When the light of dawn came pouring into my windows the first day of my 6th year at Hogwarts, I was already finishing packing my things and preparing myself to catch the Howarts Express. I had a great bout of insomnia the night before. I was so nervous to finally be meeting with Dumbledore about Harry.
After Linda made me a wonderful 'going back to school' breakfast, herself, Ray, and I were on our way to King's Cross Station. We made sure the coast was clear before going through the wall onto platform 9 3/4. As soon as we got through I heard....
"Oy! Ainsley! Over here!" I turned my head to the sound of Fred's voice and smiled. There they all were: Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, and Harry. As usual. They all waved us over and Ray, Linda and I rushed over to them. I was greeted by hugs from each of them, except Ron and Harry. I guess they are just at the age. Instead they shook my hand. My hands were trembling when Harry took my hand.
"Are you ok?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face.
"Uh....yeah....nerves.....school" I stuttered. "It's crazy."
"Yeah. I know the feeling." he said.
Finally the train whistle blew, it was time to board. I hugged Linda and Ray goodbye, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. All the children got on the train and the group immediately separated: Fred, George, and I found Lee Davis in a compartment, while Harry and Ron looked for Hermione Granger, and Ginny looked for her friends.
The whole train ride consisted of Fred and George telling the stories of the Quidditch World Cup. I was listening attently at first until my thought began to inger on what was to happen as soon as we got to Hogwarts.
"And then the Death Eaters came and attacked these muggles...." George said. I snapped back to reality.
"What?!" I practically screamed.
"Yeah. It was wild! We all ran into the woods, and then the Dark Mark appreared the sky and everyone thought Harry had done it because it came from his wand, and..." My heart skipped a beat. Harry conjuring the Dark Mark? The mark of Lord Voldemort? The wizard who killed our parents and tried to kill us? My hand reached around the the back of my neck and touched my own lightening bolt shaped scar. I couldn't believe it.
"Only it wasn't Harry, it was Crouch's house elf Winky". Oh thank God. It wasn't Harry. After what seemed like ages, the trained finally pulled to a stop. We had arrived. I would be meeting with Dumbledore and finally reveal the truth.
As soon as I got off the train, I felt the sharp pain of someone running into me. I turned to see who it was when I was faced with the white blond haired Draco Malfoy.
"Watch where you are going Malfoy. You wouldn't want that pretty face of your's to be bloodied up now would you?" I said angrily to him. He returned the icy tone by stating:
"Watch your own self Carmichael. You ought to know not to stand in my way."
"Why, because you don't know how to walk around people?" I retorted, causing his brow to furrow even more.
"There is something familiar about you Carmichael....very familiar. I don't like it. I don't like it at all....."
When the light of dawn came pouring into my windows the first day of my 6th year at Hogwarts, I was already finishing packing my things and preparing myself to catch the Howarts Express. I had a great bout of insomnia the night before. I was so nervous to finally be meeting with Dumbledore about Harry.
After Linda made me a wonderful 'going back to school' breakfast, herself, Ray, and I were on our way to King's Cross Station. We made sure the coast was clear before going through the wall onto platform 9 3/4. As soon as we got through I heard....
"Oy! Ainsley! Over here!" I turned my head to the sound of Fred's voice and smiled. There they all were: Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, and Harry. As usual. They all waved us over and Ray, Linda and I rushed over to them. I was greeted by hugs from each of them, except Ron and Harry. I guess they are just at the age. Instead they shook my hand. My hands were trembling when Harry took my hand.
"Are you ok?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face.
"Uh....yeah....nerves.....school" I stuttered. "It's crazy."
"Yeah. I know the feeling." he said.
Finally the train whistle blew, it was time to board. I hugged Linda and Ray goodbye, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. All the children got on the train and the group immediately separated: Fred, George, and I found Lee Davis in a compartment, while Harry and Ron looked for Hermione Granger, and Ginny looked for her friends.
The whole train ride consisted of Fred and George telling the stories of the Quidditch World Cup. I was listening attently at first until my thought began to inger on what was to happen as soon as we got to Hogwarts.
"And then the Death Eaters came and attacked these muggles...." George said. I snapped back to reality.
"What?!" I practically screamed.
"Yeah. It was wild! We all ran into the woods, and then the Dark Mark appreared the sky and everyone thought Harry had done it because it came from his wand, and..." My heart skipped a beat. Harry conjuring the Dark Mark? The mark of Lord Voldemort? The wizard who killed our parents and tried to kill us? My hand reached around the the back of my neck and touched my own lightening bolt shaped scar. I couldn't believe it.
"Only it wasn't Harry, it was Crouch's house elf Winky". Oh thank God. It wasn't Harry. After what seemed like ages, the trained finally pulled to a stop. We had arrived. I would be meeting with Dumbledore and finally reveal the truth.
As soon as I got off the train, I felt the sharp pain of someone running into me. I turned to see who it was when I was faced with the white blond haired Draco Malfoy.
"Watch where you are going Malfoy. You wouldn't want that pretty face of your's to be bloodied up now would you?" I said angrily to him. He returned the icy tone by stating:
"Watch your own self Carmichael. You ought to know not to stand in my way."
"Why, because you don't know how to walk around people?" I retorted, causing his brow to furrow even more.
"There is something familiar about you Carmichael....very familiar. I don't like it. I don't like it at all....."