Demeter goes on the Hogwarts Express for the first time and meets some interesting characters.
I was on my way to the train station, in a muggle transportation machine Gathor called a kar. I asked him why we couldn't just apperate to King's Cross. He said it was because we had to lay as low as possible, and the only way to do that is to take the kar.
It was the slowest transportation I had ever taken. Especially when we got onto the really wide road Gathor calls a three way. Muggles' are weird beings.
But I noticed you could see more of the world around you if you just slow down and take the chance to look at it. The landscape was very beautiful to look at. The rolling green and brown hills, wide green plains, and the never ending blue skies. I was at peace as I watched the landscape pass us by.
I noticed we were both quiet, Gathor and me. We never really had a true conversation. Just stuff about training and what weapons and skills to use.
I had known him all my life. He told me he had found me abandoned in an alley when I was a baby. He knew of my powers by the scar on my left cheek that goes from the top near my eyebrow down to my jaw line.
He said when a baby is born with a scar like mine; it means they have extraordinary powers. He raised me to be able to use my powers with ease. I was then trained to become a personal killer for Gathor's master, Voldemort.
Then I remembered Gathor had mentioned he knew my parents, but other then that he never told me about them. I decided this would be a good time to ask.
"Gathor" I said starting up the conversation. He gave a grunt in reply to let me know that he was listening. "What do you know about my parents?"
I watched him waiting for him to answer. Not knowing what to expect, his expression remand blank. He was quiet for a moment before he answered.
"I knew your mother very well" He said his voice just as expressionless as his face. "We both went to Hogwarts together. We were both in Gryffindor. We both joined the Dark Lord together. Like you, she was very powerful. She joined because she felt the Death Eaters were the only people who would accept her for what she was. She was trained to control her powers and to use them to kill.
"Then she met your father, who was an Auror. They fell in love. He showed her that she would be accepted among the Aurors' and live a happier life. So she joined them.
"The Dark Lord found out that she had betrayed them. So she went in hiding with your father until things cooled down a bit. Later on she had you.
"One night she learned that the Dark Lord had discovered where she was hiding. So she went on the run again.
"She was walking down an alley on her way to King's Cross. She was crossing the street when a speeding car came out of nowhere and ran her over.
"I was sent by the Dark Lord to investigate the scene to make sure she was really dead. I noticed that you weren't in the wreck, so I looked around for you and found you in the gutter unharmed. And ever since then, I've been your personal trainer,"
I sat there in silence. I had been clinging onto every word Gathor said. I never knew my mom was also a Death Eater.
I didn't really consider myself a Death Eater. Though I can relate to them very well. I don't even have the Dark Mark any where on my skin. I don't know what I was to them. I am not one of them. So it was just a great mystery to me. Then I remembered Gathor let out a little detail in his story.
"What happened to my father?" I asked out of curiosity.
Again he was quiet for a moment. He seemed to be deep in his thoughts. For a minute, I thought he hadn't heard me. I was about to repeat my question when he spoke.
"Out of grief of the loss of your mother, he committed suicide," he said in a harsh tone.
The rest of the trip, we sat in silence. The whole time I was lost in thought, staring at the landscape.
An hour later we finally got to King's Cross. I got a trolley and loaded my luggage onto it. Gathor gave me my ticket and only said only one thing in our departure.
"Good luck,"
Then he got into the kar and drove away.
I walked passed the numbers for each different departing train. Numbers 1 through 7 until I reached platforms 8 and 9. Gathor, thankfully, had told me how to get onto the platform. I looked around to see if any muggles were watching. When I saw they weren't, I stepped in front of the two platforms.
I looked around at the muggles one last time. I looked back the platforms 8 and 9. I took a deep breath, and charged at the wall between them. Half of me expected to crash. But I trusted Gathor and kept running. The wall was getting closer; I closed my eyes waiting for whatever was coming up next.
A gust of wind passed over me suddenly. I stopped and looked around. Behind me was a brick wall, and in front of me was the Hogwarts Express. Above my head was the platform sign that read, Platform 9 ¾.
The train shined with a gleaming red and gold. Many other witches and wizards were already dropping off their luggage, saying good-bye to their families, and boarding the train. I hurried and dropped off my luggage and boarded the train.
Now I had to focus on the task at hand. I had to find this so called Harry Potter. I pulled the picture out of my pocket to review on my target. I looked at the handsome face in the photo. Memorizing every feature on his face so that I would be able to spot him out of a crowed. When I felt satisfied, I pocketed the photo again and began my search for him.
The train had many compartments. I knew finding him would take a little while. So the sooner I began the sooner I would find him.
I instantly turned my-self invisible. I stuck my head through the first compartment door, literally. But he wasn't there. I looked through another compartment, still wasn't there. It went on like that for a while, looking through the compartment doors and having no luck in finding Harry Potter.
I was about to give up when I looked into another compartment. I looked at each individual in the compartment.
All of them seemed to be about the same age as me. One girl had really bushy, curly brown hair. She had her nose stuck in a book, but seemed aware of the conversation going on because she would so often look up or roll her brown eyes.
The boy sitting next to her was fairly tubby with a round baby face. I could smell a slight fear in him. He held in his hand a struggling toad that looked like it would rather be anywhere but in the boy's hand right now.
Next to the boy was another girl. She had blonde curly hair, a wand tucked behind her ear. She had a lost-in-another-world kind of look on her face. Like the bushy haired girl, she had a book, but it was upside down. Unlike the bushy haired girl, she seemed to be completely unaware of what was going on around her.
Sitting across from the first girl I saw, was a tall skinny boy with brown amber eyes and red hair. His face was covered completely in freckles. He reminded me somewhat of a burning fire.
And sitting next to the redheaded boy was my target, Harry Potter. His raven black hair gleamed in the light of the compartment. His bright green eyes seemed to gleam right through his glasses that I hadn't noticed before.
I pulled myself out from the door. I took out the picture to make sure it was really him. There he was for sure in the picture. For the first time I saw his glasses that he wore.
I turned visible again. I fixed my hair and clothes to make sure I was presentable. I don't usually care about my looks but I had to make a good impression to earn Harry's trust.
I pushed open the compartment door and looked at all the faces that were now staring at me.
"Mind if I sit here?" I asked thinking quickly, "Everywhere else is full,"
"Sure you can sit here," I looked to see that it was Harry who had spoken.
I quietly sat down next to Harry and stared around at everyone in the compartment.
"So what's your name?" the bushy haired girl asked politely.
"Demeter Duller,"
"Pleased to meet you Demeter," she continued, "I'm Hermione Granger. And his is Neville Longbottom," she said referring to the tubby boy with the struggling toad who smiled shyly "Luna Lovegood" the girl with the wand tucked behind her ear was now staring at me suspiciously "Ron Weasley" the red headed boy nodded his head and mumbled a hello.
"And I'm Harry Potter," said the raven-haired boy holding out his hand to me.
I politely took his hand and shook it, while mumbling a "nice to meet you"
"I don't think I've ever seen you before," Luna said still looking at me as if a suspect to a crime, "What house are you in?"
"Actually, I'm a transfer student in 6th year. I will be sorted at the ceremony after the 1st years." I said simply trying my best not to challenge her to ask me more questions about myself.
"That's very interesting," Said Hermione now looking completely away from her book and giving me her full attention, "We never had a transfer student before,"
"Where are you from?" Ron asked now seeming to be interested in the conversation.
"America," I said simply. And it was true I am from America. When I was fourteen, Gathor and me moved back to England.
"Really?" Harry asked, "what's it like there?"
Before I could answer, the compartment door opened. There stood a boy my age with sleek light blonde hair, pale skin, and cold gray blue eyes. I immediately found this guy slightly interrogating.
He gave me a small smirk when he saw me. I just gave him a hard cold stare. There was something I didn't like about this guy, I just couldn't put my finger on why.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry asked loathingly with a slight growl in his voice as his eyes began to fill with annoyance.
Malfoy? I knew that name! This had to be the son of Lucius Malfoy. Malfoy Senior is supposed to be the right hand man of Lord Voldemort himself. I was sure this guy was his son; he was the spitting image of the man.
"I'm here to have a little chat with your new friend here, Potter," the boy spat heatedly at Harry.
I knew he was referring to me, but had no idea what he wanted with me.
"What do you want with her?" Harry asked curiously standing up. I did the same.
"Don't worry Harry I'll be fine," I said as I left the compartment with Malfoy.
Once we were out of earshot, he turned to me with a sly all knowing smirk that I starting to now find extremely annoying.
"I know why you're here Duller" he said his tone matching his smirk, "I know you're here to kill Potter,"