Chapter Two: The Hogwarts Express
DISCLAIMER: I forgot to put this in the first chapter, so here you all go: I do NOT own anything you recognize that belongs to J.K. Rowling. If I did own Harry Potter, you can sure bet I wouldn't be here right now writing this. BUT: I DO own Cailee and her WHOLE family! So never steal it from me!
Here's the second chapter! Hope you likey! And remember, I will love you forever if you review!
Cailee awoke a few days later to a very whiskery kiss from Tom. She sat up in bed and giggled.
"Miss Cailee, you need to hurry. The car to take you to the train is almost here. Get up, dear." He said, smiling, and leaving the room.
Cailee stood up, and quickly made the bed. She knew it wasn't her job, nor that it was expected of her, but after all Tom had done for her, she could try and repay the debt. She glanced at the window and saw it was sunny. She grabbed a pair of cotton blue shorts, and a white t-shirt to go with it. She slipped into a pair of blue and white flowered sandals, which were something new to her. She was just getting used to the weird feeling between her big toe and the one next to it.
She looked around her room for her trunk but didn't see it. She assumed Tom had taken it downstairs. She ran down the stairs, and indeed saw her trunk sitting near the door.
"Why, thank you—" she began, but stopped. Sitting on top of her trunk in a cage was a brown colored kitten that matched her hair. Its coat was fluffy, and it was content with chasing around the yarn that had been placed in the cage.
"Is it for me Tom?" she asked breathlessly, walking to the cage and sticking her fingers between the bars.
"Well, it's actually for me. I thought it might do good to keep the mice away," he drawled and looked at the shocked expression on her face. "No, I'm kidding, Miss. It's for you. A thank you gift for all your assistance around here. And to thank you for your company," he smiled.
"I haven't done much, Tom. I don't deserve it. Plus, you're grand company to be with. This past week would have been dull and boring if you hadn't insisted on acting as my father," she teased, and laughed as he blushed.
"You were much help. You washed the tables, kept the dinning room clean, kept the rooms cleaned, helped serve food during our busy hour. And I would have let you help with the whiskey, but, I, uh…thought it improper for a fine young lady such as yourself to be exposed to those kinds of things."
"Well, thank you. It was honestly nothing for me to help, I loved being of aid to you," she said. Just then a car horn beeped, and Cailee looked up at Tom. He stepped out from behind the bar and hugged her.
"Thanks so much, youngin'," he said. "Come back soon."
"Oh, I will Tom. I like it here. I love the kitten. She will be well taken care of." And with that, she turned out the door as two men walked in to carry her trunk out.
Cailee inwardly winced at herself. Her brother Isaac had told her she needed to be more physically fit in this particular realm than in any of the others. "There are so many diseases, it's sad. And virus's, and sicknesses, and so many heavy items. I'm going to make you a potion that will help you build muscle, all right?" Cailee had agreed, and tried the potion, once. She had taken a sip and spat it out. "It's so foul tasting," she said as she looked at Isaac covered in the violet colored potion. "You need to drink it," he said and stormed off to clean up. And every time after that, Cailee had poured any glass of the stuff into one of the plants her mom had. It was almost dead before Cailee started feeding it the potion. In almost a week, it was three times its normal height, and budding venomous flowers.
And here she was, trying to lift her trunk up into the compartment she had found, and unable to do it. 'When I get back, I'll drink Isaac's potion 3 times a day,' she thought.
"Agh," Cailee yelled, looking at the trunk as if willing it to float upwards. It didn't work. 'Father, you think me capable of this operation when I can't even use my powers to lift a bloody trunk?' She mentally kicked herself, trying to remember why she had accepted it. Then, out of frustration, she kicked the trunk, which was not smart at all.
"OUCH!" she shrieked. She dropped onto the trunk and looked at her foot. Her big toe was bleeding, rather badly. 'I shall never wear sandals again.' She glared at the toe and tried to remember some spell or something Tara had told her. Tara was her sister most interested in medical care. Cailee thought it had something to do with signing on as a Quidditch medic and traveling with some of the dashing young men on those teams.
"Ah, yes," she whispered and muttered under her breath. Any traces of blood had disappeared, and all that was left was a faint scar on the tip of her toe.
"Are you all right?" asked a deep voice
Cailee turned around and looked. Looking into her compartment was a blond haired boy with deep blue eyes that looked like ice. He was at least five or six inches taller than she; he had nice muscles, as if he had lived on nothing but Isaac's potion for the last week or so. He was actually well tanned, too. Cailee knew who it was.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking."
"All right. Wouldn't want you to be hurt," he said, taking in her beauty. He had never seen anyone like her. Her light brown hair flowed down to about a quarter ways down her back. Her eyes were a few shades lighter than his blue ones. She was curvy enough, she looked as though she passed up most girls in his grade. And she seemed confident, loyal, honest and noble.
"Hey, my name is Cailee. And yours is?"
"Draco. Draco Malfoy," he said, putting out his hand. Cailee shook it firmly, and smirked with satisfaction. She knew him all right.
"Do you have a House yet?" he asked, trying to think of something to talk to her about. He was stalling for time. He didn't want to leave.
"Actually, I do. Dumbledore came to me while I was over in Diagon Alley and let me try on the Hat. He thought it might save me some embarrassment. And a few other teachers were there: McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, and I believe, a Lupin." She saw his eyes widen.
"Lupin?" he asked.
"Yeah, why?" Cailee knew why. And Malfoy had a good reason to be acting like this. 'Oh, Draco, I know so much about you, I would shock you,' she thought.
"No reason. He was here a few years back, is all."
Some people were approaching behind Malfoy's back. He turned to see who it was. He grinned. "Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood. Glad to make your acquaintance again," he grinned sardonically, and faked a mock bow.
"Shove off, Malfoy," Ron said, pushing past him.
"Ron, Harry, Hermione! How good to see you all again," Cailee said.
"You know them? You talk to them?" he asked.
"Yeah, were kind of like friends. I'm in their House, too.
"
Draco looked flabbergasted. Someone who looked as noble, and gorgeous, as she did certainly did not deserve Gryffindor House.
"Oh, Malfoy, one of your, um, friends, is here," Harry said, pointing over Malfoy's shoulder to look back again.
"Oh great," he murmured.
"What was that?" Hermione asked.
"MALFOY!" Pansy shrieked. "Wow, I didn't think I could find you so soon! I've been looking for you," she said, coming up to him and putting her arm around his waist.
Poor you, Cailee thought. Life wasn't going to be easier for her when she got out of school, not with the way her attitude was. She was a tramp. For a moment, Cailee thought she saw death flash past the girl's eyes, but she wasn't sure.
Cailee began to study the girl's outfit. She was wearing a miniskirt that slit up the thigh and was no good at hiding part of her underwear, or lack of it. Her shirt was deep red, and plunged way deeper than it should have. Cailee thought the girl needed to at least try and contain herself. Her blond hair was done up in some sort of complicated bun. Her make up looked all right, all though there was way too much on her eyes. She looked fake; like plastic.
"And, uh, who are you?" Pansy asked, staring at Cailee.
"I'm Cailee. And you?" she asked. Cailee was trying her hardest to be nice to someone like this, but it wasn't easy
"Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy's girlfriend," she said, and kissed Malfoy on the cheek.
Cailee laughed out loud, with the other three following suit.
"Don't be jealous of us," Pansy said.
"I don't think I ever could be. Not with the way Malfoy greeted you," Cailee said, thinking to the murmur of annoyance Malfoy had voiced earlier.
"Oh, you know you would, Mudblood. You and the other Mudblood have all the reason in the world to be jealous of this," Pansy remarked, pointing at herself.
"Of what? A plastic face? Fake breasts? A guy who hates your guts?" Hermione asked. "Sorry, I think I will pass."
"Granger! Malfoy doesn't hate me, do you sweetie?" she asked in a fake voice. He looked away.
"Well," Pansy said sharply. "I'll be leaving you all. We need to talk, Draco. Come on," she said pulling on his arm. He rolled his eyes and followed suit.
Harry and Ron got Cailee's trunk up on the shelf and added their three to it. Hermione had let out Crookshanks, and he was sitting lazily on the seat as the kitten pounced playfully on him and tugged at his ear.
By the time the lunch witch rolled around with her cart of goods, the four of them had played quit a few games of Exploding Snap, and Ron was in the process of teaching Cailee how to play wizards chess.
"I can't believe you've never played before," Ron said, all though it looked to be a bit hard as crumbs of pumpkin pie fell into his lap. Cailee had to laugh.
"Harry, you're such a pig," Hermione said, pushing him slightly.
"Well, excuse me," he said, nudging her back. 'How cute,' Cailee thought. 'They would be perfect.'
"What are these?" Cailee asked, pointing to a pile of what looked to be of blue rectangles.
"Oh, those are on of Fred and George's latest products. I think they're called Azure Treasures, or something like that. I was kind of surprised when they told me, I mean, that sounds like a sissified name; compared to the other things they've made like Venomous Vampire Blood, and Fizzing Whizzbes. I think they're losing their touch," he said, smiling sadly.
"Ok, well what do they do?" she asked, a bit hesitant to try this candy. They had already forced her to try Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans, and Cailee had almost puked. She didn't get any good flavors. She had pepper, asparagus, barf, and ear wax. Ron went looking for a brown one he thought for sure was chocolate, but turned out otherwise. And then there was the Chocolate Frogs. Cailee had had no idea these things came to life. She had just opened one out of it's box, and it immediately started hopping around. All though they had a good laugh at her shriek of terror, they sat entertained for almost a half hour watching the kitten chase it around the compartment.
"I don't remember. I really don't," Ron grinned wickedly.
"Oh yes you do! You're lying to me!" Cailee laughed.
"I know what they do, you're right. But I won't tell you. I don't want to ruin the surprise."
"Then I won't try them. If someone else does, I will." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Ok then," Harry said, reaching over and grabbing one. He took off the wrapper and popped it into his mouth. He started coughing and gagging. He spat it out in his hands. "This must have expired or something!" he said. "But, it's your turn," he said to Cailee.
She gulped, deeply. She did exactly as Harry did, minus the coughing and gagging. She swallowed it all. "It tasted fine," she said. "Like blueberries or something."
"What? Mine was more like rotted wolfs bane."
Hermione glanced out the window. It was late in the afternoon. "I'm going to go change into my robes. Ron, you and I have patrol duty for an hour, remember?"
He groaned. "I don't want to. Can't I go to Dumbledore and tell him I quit being a Prefect? There's so much work," he complained.
"No, you big baby. Cailee, are you coming?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah."
They walked for almost ten minutes looking for an empty compartment. Hermione was busy looking over her shoulder at Cailee when she opened the door. Cailee giggled.
Inside, Ginny and Dean sat making out. Ginny screamed. Dean lost his composure, and started to sweat.
"Ginny! I'm appalled at you. A Prefect! You should be setting an example," Hermione said.
"Come on Hermione, leave her alone, she just wants to have fun," Cailee said laughing.
"Please don't tell Ron," Ginny begged.
"I won't but don't let it happen again. And if he finds you, ooh, I don't even want to think about it," Hermione said. Cailee laughed.
The two left and Hermione and Cailee changed into their school robes. Cailee looked at the Gryffindor emblem and smiled. She was lucky to be in such a house with nice loyal friends. If only she could prove to be one too.
Author's Notes: Are you guys liking it? I hope so! Well, again, I tried my hardest to correct any grammatical mistakes there might have been, sorry if I missed any. I found a couple in the last chapter. Well, I need reviews to keep posting the chapters, so come on!