It's a strange feeling. Leaving Camp Half Blood after everything Analuisa had been through. All the people she had lost. Truly? Analuisa wasn't too sure as to what she was thinking, maybe it was the fight or flight kicking in, and for once in her life her brain said to get the fuck out of there.
It's definitely a possibility.
The other part that pushed her to leaving is the fact that she has a family. Blood relatives. Living out there in the world. And she didn't want to add them to the list of people that she had lost.
Her life was just complete and utter bullshit.
The gods must really hate her. Maybe not the gods so much. Would it be just Apollo and his stupid Oracles? Ana felt like that was pretty accurate.
Ana sighed to herself and opened her eyes, staring out the window of the brightly colored and claustrophobic-like train. She watched the hustle and bustle go on outside as people started to load onto the platform, happily and sadly waving their children goodbye. Ana felt a deep melancholy in her gut, thinking of the people she had left behind and the people who had left her behind.
She shrugged to herself, reaching across the carriage to grab onto her new familiar, Hecate, who was sneaking up on the gentleman asleep across from her. She's a calming blue, reminding her of Luke's eyes, minus the mischief. It was an odd color for a snake, Ana knew, but Ana didn't give much thought to it and assumed it was due to the magic in her blood.
As Ana stroked her scales, Hecate wraps herself around her left hand, no longer than 2-ish feet. Ana smiled down at her when she hissed at her, when suddenly the door opens and a bushy head of hair pops in and makes herself at home, followed by a mop of black hair, and a bright ginger. It appears they're in a middle of a conversation when they seem to realize that the carriage was occupied by herself and the gentleman. He's curled up on himself, covered in a torn coat, his only possession being the briefcase above his head.
Bushy Hair looks startled at Ana and whispers, trying not to disturb Mr. RJ Lupin, "My apologies, we were so caught up in our conversation we didn't realize the carriage was taken." By this time the train has slowly rolled out of the station, picking up speed as it lets a piercing ring into the air.
Ana tilted her head at her, waving her apology away, being careful not to wave with the hand holding Hecate. "It's perfectly fine, I don't mind."
Mop Head is staring at Hecate, she too seems to realize this and hisses at him, making him jump an inch off his seat. Ana raised an eyebrow and questioned him, "Got a problem, kid?"
"No!" He says, staring at Ana with bright jade eyes, "Your snake is just a little rude, is all. Called me scarhead, actually."
Ana snorted a little, she couldn't help it. Ana took a finger and gently rubbed Hecate's scales behind her eyes, "I'm so sorry about that. She understands me, but sadly I don't speak Parseltongue, so that's no dice on me understanding her."
They all stare at Ana then, as if she had suddenly started growing something out of her forehead. Part Unicorn? Definitely would be the wrong ancestry.
Ana held her hand out to Mop Head, "I'm Analuisa, by the way. And you are?"
"Harry Potter," says Mop Head.
"Ron Weasley," says Ginger.
"Hermione Granger," says Bushy Hair.
Ana nod at the names, trying to implant them in her memory. She reached up and let Hecate slither off her hand and wrap around her neck, gathering the warmth radiating off of her.
"Cool, cool. Nice to meet y'all. Say…" She was about to ask a question when Ron interrupts her.
"Do you not know who we are?" He asks, bewildered.
Ana looked at him, thinking he's crazy, "No, why should I? I just enrolled in Hogwarts."
Hermione looked at her shocked, "Just enrolled? But you've got to be at least our age, maybe a little older! Eep – I mean, not that you look old, but I've never heard of any late entrances to Hogwarts, or transfer. And by your accent you sound like you're from America."
Smiling kindly, "It's fine, I don't mind the assumption on my age. Let's me get away with more." Ana winked at her, making her blush, resulting in a chuckle escaping her. "I'm 15 actually, going on 16 soon. I think I'll be entering fifth year if I understand correctly." She shrugged, letting them know how little Ana knew.
They continued to look at Ana with intrigue and she let it go, relaxing in their innocent youth. "So, as I was going to ask, y'all got any juicy details for me? Or just tidbits I should know before entering the snake pit?" Ron snorts a little at this, Hermione hitting his shoulder in return. Harry simply looks on with a smile, making Ana believe this is a normal occurrence.
"Ignore him. There are a few things you should know. There are four different houses within Hogwarts. Slytherin, the house of the ambitious and the cunning, Ravenclaw, for those of wit and intelligence, Hufflepuff, loyalty and patience, and lastly, Gryffindor, the daring and brave." Hermione finishes with a practiced sort of air around her.
Ana looked at the three of them, taking in their faces and the look of pride they wore, "So lemme guess, the three of you are in Gryffindor?" A smile spreading on my face.
Harry looks at me warily, "Yeah, how'd you know?"
She raised an eyebrow at him before smiling again, "Well, it's pretty obvious, with the way you all hold yourselves, and when Hermione finished, you had this huge look of pride on your faces when she said Gryffindor."
At that, the boys blush a little, being caught red-handed. Ana chuckle, "It sure is interesting, I wonder how the sorting is like. I can't wait to see it, from what I heard in the hall, it seems like there's different stories going on."
Ron looks like he's staring into the distance for a bit before snapping back to reality, his blush deepening, "Errr, yeah, it's tradition to keep it a secret, builds the suspense up to the house. A kind of ummm… what's the word… Hermione…" He looks at her pleadingly, making her roll her eyes.
"Initiation, Ronald?"
"Yes, that's exactly it!"
Ana shook her head at what feels like familiar antics, once more, "Yeah, I totally get that." She grew silent for a moment, the information flowing over her, reminding Ana of the cabins back at Camp… Home… Ana grew sad and look out the window, seeing the trees pass us by as they rolled along, the sun having gone down already.
All of a sudden, a brisk cold fill the carriage, making Ana shiver, the hairs on her arm standing on edge. She stood up stiffly, making her way towards the carriage door when she sees ice form on the window. Reaching towards her belt loop, she keeps a hand on her dagger hidden away. By the time her hand is on the handle to open the door, it begins to slide open, and a cloaked hand reaches in. Memories come rushing in at Ana, bloodcurdling screams and wails of loss flood her ears. My head starts to spin as faces appear in front of her eyes – Silena, Chris… and then a blue light.
The last thing that Ana hears is, "Expecto Patronum!"
And the last thing that Ana sees is Luke Castellan's calming blue eyes and beautiful mischievous smile.
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