Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or any of the original characters or names. (If I did, Serius would have NEVER died).
However, the eight characters who are the central players of this fict are not original Harry Potter characters. Emma and Liam belong to me, Bri and Hunter belong to my friend Callie (read her fics), Gabriel and Chase belong to GPhoenix (read her fics) and Rea and Jonathan belong to SnakeEyesHannah (read her fics).
Well now that's over with... YAAAAAY. ----------------------------------
The whistle blew closely to Emma's ear. She jumped up suddenly from where she'd been sitting on her trunk and seized the handle.
"Come along, Emma." said a shrill feminine voice from way ahead of her. Emma blinked her foggy eyes clear. Was the train starting to move? Shit, she hoped not.
"I'm coming, Mum." she called ahead, tugging hard on her trunk. In front of her, her mother was standing next to an opening in the train wall, her white-blonde hair shinning in the English overcast. Emma pulled her trunk towards the door and looked up at her mother.
"Where's the owl?" her mother asked. Emma glanced around quickly then whirled around.
"Aricin!" she called back down the platform. The dark middle-aged gentleman in casual tweed ran up to them, carrying Necromance's cage.
"I'm sorry." he apologized. "Just was distracted." he smiled. "That chocolate frog I was eating just-" he began.
"Don't worry, Aricin." Emma's mother said. "That was just the ten minute whistle." she smiled. Aricin handed Emma the lightweight cage as Necromance flapped her black wings stubbornly.
"Here you are, Miss." he smiled, handing her the chocolate frog card. Emma watched it glitter in her hand. Nicholas Flamel. One of her hundreds of the kind Aricin always gave her. She was fifteen now, but his treating her like an eager six-year-old always made her smile.
"Thanks." She grinned, looking at the winking wizard on the card.
"You take care this year." He told her. Emma nodded and looked up at her mother.
"Goodbye, have a good year." she smiled dazzlingly. "We'll write to you, your father and I." she reassure. Emma smiled and gave her elegant mother an awkward hug.
"Thanks Mum." she said. "But you don't have to worry that much, I'll be fine." she encouraged.
"Careful with Quidditch." Her mother reminded.
"I'll be fine." Emma repeated. Her mother smiled slightly, and then widened it into a sunny grin. Another whistle blew again. The last students climbed onto train and began waving to those waiting on Platform 9 and 3/4. "I gotta go." Emma said. Her mother hugged her again and then Aricin helped her onto the step with her trunk and cage.
"Bye then." Emma said.
"I'll write to you this evening, so you get something in the morning!" her mother called. Emma nodded and disappeared into carriage. She pushed her bags under a seat and carefully placed Necromance's cage on the opposite seat. The carriage was almost empty, save for a girl at the back, reading, and two boys laughing about something in the cabin behind hers.
She waved out the window at her mother and Aricin as the train started to move. As it picked up speed she leant out the opening and shouted: "See you at Christmas!" just in time, as the train disappeared into the tunnel and out of King Cross Station.
Emma sat back in her seat and ran her hands through her golden blonde hair. She pulled it back into a messy ponytail halfheartedly and looked around the cabin. Now was her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She looked out the window at the grey sky and tapped her fingernails on the glass. She took her hand away a few seconds later, bored already.
The sudden noise of of the door clicking open made her sit up straight. The person outside struggled with the door for one moment and then came in.
A frightened looking girl slid into the seat across from Emma.
"Sorry." she said, clearing her throat as she said it. Emma smiled slightly.
"It's fine." she said, looking at the girl for moment. She had long, golden-brown hair in intricate, elegant waves and curls which hung around her tanned face. She was wearing a black jacket over a red shirt and perfectly clean jeans. Something about her looked exotic and foreign Eureopean. Emma noticed she wore a bright purple scarf around her forehead.
"You in Hufflepuff?" Emma asked suddenly. The girl looked up quickly.
"No... Gryffindor." she said in an accented yet melodic voice. "At least... that's what they said in my letter." she said shrugging slightly.
"Oh... you're transferring?" Emma asked, quickly interested. The girl nodded shyly.
"Portugal." she said quietly. "From the Castle College School." she said shyly. Emma nodded again, not quite sure what to say.
"Well..." she began, scanning her brain for something. "I'm in Ravenclaw, but if you need any help with anything, just ask when you see me." she smiled. The girl grinned gratefully. The smile met her eyes and her whole face lit up.
"I'm Gabriel." she said. "Diniz." she said, extending her hands.
"Emma Beech." Emma replied, shaking her hand, feeling slightly strange about having to introduce herself. Most people knew her through her distinctive features and family reputation.
"Agradável para encontrar-se com o." Gabriel smiled. Emma laughed slightly, having almost no clue what she'd said. There was another click at the door and a wimpy young girl in a Hufflepuff robe stuck her head in.
"Fanks'." she said in a loud voice to Gabriel, who looked slightly stunned. "For lettin' mah friend's see 'im. 'E's real pretty." she said with a toothy smile. She extended an arm and set a small silver cage on the cabin table. She waved to Emma and Gabriel and disappeared.
Gabriel smiled nervously and stroked the beak of something in the cage.
"Wow." Emma said, eyes widened at what Gabriel was petting. A small phoenix, with long red and orange tailfeathers curling into small flames and an elegant head and bright black eyes. "This is yours?"
"Sim." Gabriel nodded. "I call him FireWing. He's a pygmy." she said proudly.
"Can I touch him?" Emma asked, already extending a hand. Gabriel nodded slightly. Emma reached her fingers through the fragile silver bars and stroked the phoenix's head. The feathers under her fingers were warm and soft. She looked up at Gabriel, who seemed extremely pleased with herself.
"He's amazing. Even for wizard standards." Emma said, taking her hand away. Gabriel laughed slightly and stopped stroking FireWing. Emma glanced at Necromace's cage, where the black owl glared angrily at her. Emma tossed him a reluctant sigh and leant back in her seat.
"England is very different to Portugal." Gabriel said. Emma looked over at her to find her looking through the window.
"Oh yeah..." she said, looking through the glass at the dreary grey countryside. The green hills were rolling in the distance, covered with the last of summer's drying grass and the bleary purple color of heather. "The sun doesn't shine here much, but, it grows on you." she smiled back at the new student.
"You're in 6th year?" Gabriel asked breifly. Emma nodded. "Me too." Gabriel smiled. Emma returned the gesture. Gabriel didn't need to know she'd skipped a grade. She looked back out the window.
As she watched the countryside begin to fade into a dark landscape as night fell, Emma felt her eyes begin to close. By the time the sweet trolley came by she had fallen asleep. Gabriel slid a chocolate frog towards her and sat back, watching at FireWing cleaned his feathers.
I do not own Harry Potter or any of the original characters or names. (If I did, Serius would have NEVER died).
However, the eight characters who are the central players of this fict are not original Harry Potter characters. Emma and Liam belong to me, Bri and Hunter belong to my friend Callie (read her fics), Gabriel and Chase belong to GPhoenix (read her fics) and Rea and Jonathan belong to SnakeEyesHannah (read her fics).
Well now that's over with... YAAAAAY. ----------------------------------
The whistle blew closely to Emma's ear. She jumped up suddenly from where she'd been sitting on her trunk and seized the handle.
"Come along, Emma." said a shrill feminine voice from way ahead of her. Emma blinked her foggy eyes clear. Was the train starting to move? Shit, she hoped not.
"I'm coming, Mum." she called ahead, tugging hard on her trunk. In front of her, her mother was standing next to an opening in the train wall, her white-blonde hair shinning in the English overcast. Emma pulled her trunk towards the door and looked up at her mother.
"Where's the owl?" her mother asked. Emma glanced around quickly then whirled around.
"Aricin!" she called back down the platform. The dark middle-aged gentleman in casual tweed ran up to them, carrying Necromance's cage.
"I'm sorry." he apologized. "Just was distracted." he smiled. "That chocolate frog I was eating just-" he began.
"Don't worry, Aricin." Emma's mother said. "That was just the ten minute whistle." she smiled. Aricin handed Emma the lightweight cage as Necromance flapped her black wings stubbornly.
"Here you are, Miss." he smiled, handing her the chocolate frog card. Emma watched it glitter in her hand. Nicholas Flamel. One of her hundreds of the kind Aricin always gave her. She was fifteen now, but his treating her like an eager six-year-old always made her smile.
"Thanks." She grinned, looking at the winking wizard on the card.
"You take care this year." He told her. Emma nodded and looked up at her mother.
"Goodbye, have a good year." she smiled dazzlingly. "We'll write to you, your father and I." she reassure. Emma smiled and gave her elegant mother an awkward hug.
"Thanks Mum." she said. "But you don't have to worry that much, I'll be fine." she encouraged.
"Careful with Quidditch." Her mother reminded.
"I'll be fine." Emma repeated. Her mother smiled slightly, and then widened it into a sunny grin. Another whistle blew again. The last students climbed onto train and began waving to those waiting on Platform 9 and 3/4. "I gotta go." Emma said. Her mother hugged her again and then Aricin helped her onto the step with her trunk and cage.
"Bye then." Emma said.
"I'll write to you this evening, so you get something in the morning!" her mother called. Emma nodded and disappeared into carriage. She pushed her bags under a seat and carefully placed Necromance's cage on the opposite seat. The carriage was almost empty, save for a girl at the back, reading, and two boys laughing about something in the cabin behind hers.
She waved out the window at her mother and Aricin as the train started to move. As it picked up speed she leant out the opening and shouted: "See you at Christmas!" just in time, as the train disappeared into the tunnel and out of King Cross Station.
Emma sat back in her seat and ran her hands through her golden blonde hair. She pulled it back into a messy ponytail halfheartedly and looked around the cabin. Now was her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She looked out the window at the grey sky and tapped her fingernails on the glass. She took her hand away a few seconds later, bored already.
The sudden noise of of the door clicking open made her sit up straight. The person outside struggled with the door for one moment and then came in.
A frightened looking girl slid into the seat across from Emma.
"Sorry." she said, clearing her throat as she said it. Emma smiled slightly.
"It's fine." she said, looking at the girl for moment. She had long, golden-brown hair in intricate, elegant waves and curls which hung around her tanned face. She was wearing a black jacket over a red shirt and perfectly clean jeans. Something about her looked exotic and foreign Eureopean. Emma noticed she wore a bright purple scarf around her forehead.
"You in Hufflepuff?" Emma asked suddenly. The girl looked up quickly.
"No... Gryffindor." she said in an accented yet melodic voice. "At least... that's what they said in my letter." she said shrugging slightly.
"Oh... you're transferring?" Emma asked, quickly interested. The girl nodded shyly.
"Portugal." she said quietly. "From the Castle College School." she said shyly. Emma nodded again, not quite sure what to say.
"Well..." she began, scanning her brain for something. "I'm in Ravenclaw, but if you need any help with anything, just ask when you see me." she smiled. The girl grinned gratefully. The smile met her eyes and her whole face lit up.
"I'm Gabriel." she said. "Diniz." she said, extending her hands.
"Emma Beech." Emma replied, shaking her hand, feeling slightly strange about having to introduce herself. Most people knew her through her distinctive features and family reputation.
"Agradável para encontrar-se com o." Gabriel smiled. Emma laughed slightly, having almost no clue what she'd said. There was another click at the door and a wimpy young girl in a Hufflepuff robe stuck her head in.
"Fanks'." she said in a loud voice to Gabriel, who looked slightly stunned. "For lettin' mah friend's see 'im. 'E's real pretty." she said with a toothy smile. She extended an arm and set a small silver cage on the cabin table. She waved to Emma and Gabriel and disappeared.
Gabriel smiled nervously and stroked the beak of something in the cage.
"Wow." Emma said, eyes widened at what Gabriel was petting. A small phoenix, with long red and orange tailfeathers curling into small flames and an elegant head and bright black eyes. "This is yours?"
"Sim." Gabriel nodded. "I call him FireWing. He's a pygmy." she said proudly.
"Can I touch him?" Emma asked, already extending a hand. Gabriel nodded slightly. Emma reached her fingers through the fragile silver bars and stroked the phoenix's head. The feathers under her fingers were warm and soft. She looked up at Gabriel, who seemed extremely pleased with herself.
"He's amazing. Even for wizard standards." Emma said, taking her hand away. Gabriel laughed slightly and stopped stroking FireWing. Emma glanced at Necromace's cage, where the black owl glared angrily at her. Emma tossed him a reluctant sigh and leant back in her seat.
"England is very different to Portugal." Gabriel said. Emma looked over at her to find her looking through the window.
"Oh yeah..." she said, looking through the glass at the dreary grey countryside. The green hills were rolling in the distance, covered with the last of summer's drying grass and the bleary purple color of heather. "The sun doesn't shine here much, but, it grows on you." she smiled back at the new student.
"You're in 6th year?" Gabriel asked breifly. Emma nodded. "Me too." Gabriel smiled. Emma returned the gesture. Gabriel didn't need to know she'd skipped a grade. She looked back out the window.
As she watched the countryside begin to fade into a dark landscape as night fell, Emma felt her eyes begin to close. By the time the sweet trolley came by she had fallen asleep. Gabriel slid a chocolate frog towards her and sat back, watching at FireWing cleaned his feathers.