Pink Daisy

Chapter 2

Life has it's twists and turns, just like any story. Who knows where each road, new or old, will take you. With the turn of a page, we could be in an entirely different world. That's what it felt like for Phnx when she crossed the barrier between the muggle world and the wizarding world. Appearing on Platform 9 and ¾'s only to come face to face with the society she hadn't seen since the end of 5th year.

Thank you. She said silently, to no one in particular. Watching the jubilant crowd as they wished their children off to another year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her features darkened as she thought of it. Sadness and Bitterness edged at her heart, she fought with the mood swing that she knew would happen if she didn't find a distraction soon. Post-traumatic stress disorder my ass. She thought viciously.

They walked through the crowed, all the while Phnx face became more and more like a stone statue rather than a living breathing person. Fighting to keep her-self under control she managed to slip into a numb zone. She followed them silently, nodding when someone would catch her eye. Might as well be polite. She thought. She may have been forced into going to the UK and attending Hotwarts (For reasons only known by herself, her uncle, her friends in Canada and the staff of Hogwarts, plus a few ministry officials.), but she sure as hell wasn't going act like a miserable old bitch because of it. Might as well make the best of this. She told herself as she boarded the train. There's no benefit in doing otherwise. The thoughts were unenthusiastic and sounded bitter in her mind. She smiled as Tonks turned and winked at her.

"Have you met any of your professors yet? Other than Reamus here?" Tonks asked. Glancing over her shoulder at Phnx who was following closely.

"I've met Mr. Snape, and Mr. Dumbeldor. Other than that I haven't met anyone." She replied, felling quite relieved when they finally found an empty compartment and she could put her duffle bag down. Her shoulder was just about ready to fall off from the weight of carrying it around.

"Snape eh? What'd u think of him?" Tonks asked, trying to sound casual.

"Seems okay. A little broody but a respectable man ya know?" Phnx smiled "But then again, I've only met him once, I suppose I'll have a more informed opinion of him once classes start and all that jaz." She put her duffle bag away and flopped into the chair, hoping that Tonks would leave her alone and let her brood for a while before she had to move on with her life and get over herself. Sulking just wasn't her style. Much to her annoyance Tonks chatted about Hogwarts for a bit, with Phnx nodding and asking an occasional question (Just for the sake of being nice). After 20 minutes or so Tonks settled in and began reading over various scrolls that she had pulled from the inside pockets of her robes.

Its about time. Phnx rummaged through the pink and blue striped messenger bag that had been her constant companion since Christmas of 5th year, she pulled out her note book which was filled with various newspaper clippings, pictures, letters, poetry, journal entries, and bits and pieces of things she had picked up or written down over the years. It was tied together with a yellow ribbon to keep everything safely tucked inside.

Opening it up she flipped though it, pausing at a class picture that had been taken the year before. She found a blank page, grabbed a quill she had picked up in London a few days earlier, and let the tip rest on the page. It stayed there for some time as she wondered what she could write. Sadly she found she really didn't feel like writing, her mind was blank. The inspiration she needed just wasn't there at the moment. So she stayed there, her quill poised over the blank page.

"Say it again and I'll attack you Ron." Hermione hissed, glaring dangerously from the seat across from the youngest male Weasely.

He had opened his mouth, about to comment on how ridiculous it was that Harry had been taken to Hogwarts without them. Hermione agreed whole heartedly with Rons view, they were in just about as much danger as Harry when it came to being attacked by Voldamorts forces. But after hearing Ron complain about it for the entire train ride was irritating her beyond belief. If they weren't attacked by Death Eaters, Hermione thought she might just do their work for them and take out one of the best friends of the Boy-who-lived.

Ron humphed. Falling back against his seat. "We'll be there soon right? I can't wait to get off this bloody train. Everybodys acting like the grim reaper is standing over their shoulder."

"We should be able to see Hogwarts any minute now." Hermione answered, The compartment fell silent once more. Ginny was sleeping, Ron was sulking, and Hermione, after the first few hours on the Hogwarts express had started speaking only when spoken to… her mind refused to be silent. It had been that way for quite some time now. There was screaming, yelling, whispers, crying… It seemed like her brain just wouldn't rest. There were so many thoughts, so many worries, and so many dangers, so many generally stressful things to think about. She wasn't sure how much more she could take.

At the moment there was one thought that prevailed in her mind. She had ran away from her muggle home. Left her parents and the house she had grown up in and ran. She had called a taxi early that morning and had been at King Cross and through the barrier before her parents had even gotten up to get ready to go to work. She suspected that they were just realizing she was missing. Hermione had left a very 'Hermione' looking lump of pillows and blankets under her comforter. By the time they got home from work Hermione was half way to Hogwarts.

They weren't going to let her come back. Hermione'Is eyes narrowed at the thought. They had said it was too dangerous. That she wasn't old enough or mature enough to be involved in this 'dispute'. That it wasn't her problem and she should stay out of it… But they didn't understand. It was her problem. It was everyone's problem. It was only a matter of time before the war against Voldamort spilled over into the muggle world. It didn't matter where she was, she was already in danger, she had been for quite some time now. And she was already involved. She had been since the second she found out she was a witch. She wondered what her parents would do. Would they call the police? Would they try to contact Dumbeldor? Would they even suspect they she had gone to Hogwarts? Most likely they would do it all. But Dumbledor was quickly becoming a hard man to find, as he was becoming busier and busier with Hogwarts, Ministry, and Order business. Who knew what he was up to on a daily basis. She knew it would take quite some time for the news of her actions to reach those she knew in the wizarding world. And she planned on using that time to her advantage. She had everything she needed to survive on her own for now, everything else she would deal with as it came up.