Love and War

Chapter 1

"Have you seen my jacket?" I heard my father ask my mother from upstairs.

"No, dear. Ask Nancy" Nancy was our elf. She was old and stinky, but that was what we had. We didn't really appreciate having elfs around the house, we had just kept Nancy for pety, as we liked to iremember/i her.

My mother entered the dinning room in a rush.

"Come on, Eloise, hurry up or you'll end up missing the train." She said when she saw me, still sat on a chair by the table, calmly eating my breakfast.

"I'm almost finished, Mother" I answered just before she left the place again.

I slowly took another bite of my bread and silently asked for not to rain that day.

I had been i the new girl /i ever since I was little, so I could say I was already accostumed to it. Hogwarts had a name, and I was sanxious/s curious to finnaly know the place.

"Are you still there, Eloise?!" my father's voice said from the room's door.

"I'm done already." I said getting up from my chair after taking a lask gole of my tea.

"Then go get ready." and I did as I was told.

I ran upstairs towards my room where two big travelling bags were, one still opened, waiting for the last things I still needed. On my bed were the clothes I was to wear that day: a brown skirt and a simple green shirt. I dressed them and put my pygamas on the opened bag. When I reached the bathroom of my room I looked at my figure on the mirror. My hair was a mess and my face looked tired. I was so not a morning person.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face and then searched for my hair brusher (that I had already packed, why I didn't know). By the end I had got a much better presentation. I smiled.

"Eloise!!" someone yelled. Mother.

"I'm coming."

My bags were already gone to my parents car, a Cayanne Porche, and after 30 minutes (yes, unfortunantly witches and wizards get stuck in the traffic too) we were at the London station.

"Is it here?" asked my mother. "I was expecting Hogwarts to be more... er... away from the muggle village..."

"No, Mom, this is supposed to be where I catch the train. The school, I heard, is much far away from here."

"Oh. Better that way" my mother was offended I had corrected her. "So, and what is the train, daughter?"

"Hum, platform 9." I read from the letter I had received from the headmaster, this Minerva McGonnagal. "And ¾. I don't know what that means."

"You'll figure it out." Said my father "We are late already, Eloise, so your mother and I are going to go now. Good luck at Hogwarts."

"Thank you, Father." I said, while my mother hugged me lightly.

"See you at Christmas Holidays." said she.

"Yeah, see you then."

And as fast as the sound, the were gone (to the car, not by magic, obviously. We were still in the middle of the muggles.)

iPlatform 9, platform 9/i I was thinking while walking, trying to find the platform 9 (and ¾). Then I got there. There was no train there yet, although it was already 9.40 (iauthors' note/i lets make the train leave at 10 o'clock. I don't know if it is supposed or if it is not, but...). For the train in platform 10 were people saying their goodbyes and stuff. Crying a lot, laughing a lot, being muggle a lot...!

"Derek Wood got a new broom from his father for his birthday, you know?"

"Really, James? Lucky him"

"Yes he is." James answered in a mad tone, he was, obviously, not happy with his father (I supposed) lask of interess.

To be talking about brooms, they had to be wizards and so, they had to know where was the ¾ of the platform 9.

I turned around to face them. After seing them I questioned myself if they really were father and son. The son was almost as tall as the father, what didn't mean that the son was tall, only that the father was short. The father's hair was black, while his son's was brown, so were his eyes; the father's were green, hidden behind some old fashioned glasses.They're faces weren't very similar too.

"Harry!" someone called behind them and both father and son stopped and looked back to see a red haired guy running after them. Behind him came a woman and two children, I assumed they were a family.

As they all stopped to great each other and start the gossip I decided to aproached them or I'd end up losing the train, as my parents were affraid.

I cleared my throat to get their attention.

They all looked at me. "Yes?" said "James"' father.

"Do you think you can tell me where am I supposed to get the train?" I said.

James laughed "Right over there" he said, pointed to the train station behind me.

I didn't like it and all of them got that, so the woman tried "What is the train you want to get?"

"I thought it was the same you want to get too. Looks like I was wrong." And I stepped away, getting back to the platform 9 and sat on a bench. I got my letter out of my pocket and read it again and again.

The family I had asked was nowhere to be seen. And there was no one else with imagical looks/i at the station.

It was already 9.50 and there was I, waiting for a train to appear on iPlatform 9 and ¾./i.

Where the hell was that?

"What you want is Platform 9 and ¾, isn't it?" said someone next to me. I lifted my head to see who it was. It was that boy James.

"Yes, it is"

"Then you weren't wrong. Now come on or you'll make me miss the train." And he started walking away. I got up and followed him. He could at least had helped me with the bags.

"It's in here" he said, pointing to the pillar were the number of the platform was written.

I looked at him and the only thing I wanted to do was slap him in his face. He was making fun of me and I was not having the minor fun. He wasn't laughing or even smiling.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No. Go."

"Against the wall? I hope you're having the time of your life doing this."

"Whatever, if you don't want to come, then don't. I will." And he passed through the wall. He was not kidding.

I looked around. This wasn't really a smart way to go to the train; what if a muggle suddenly saw someone walk towards a wall and simply disappear?

"Are you coming or not?" James' head appeared on the wall.

"Yes, yes." Looking around one last time I closed my eyes and went towards the wall.

Before I open me eyes I began hearing people's voices and then, when I opened my eyes I was before an old red train, full of children waving through the windows.

On the platform staied the family of those children.

I got on the train with the last people who were still on the platform saying their last goodbyes and hugging.

I tried to find an empty compartment but it was hard, they were all full already. So I decided to try to find ia sit /i.

A blond head walking in front of me got my attention.

"Malfoy?"

He turned around. I knew he didn't recognise me.

"Hi, my name's Eloise Darcy. Our parents know eachother"

"I don't know you" he answered and prepared to leave.

"Of course you do, you just don't remember. Our families have spent a summer together. I don't remember either, we just have photos."

"The Embassator's daughter?"

I nodded.

"Nice to meet you, Darcy. Excuse my manners, but there are a lot of people wanting to be friends with me, you know?"

"I can imagine"

"Do you have a sit already?" he offered.

"No, I don't"

"Then come, I'll get you one. Do you mind staying with the girls?"

"Not at all" aren't I nice?

"Let me carry your things" he said and grabed my bags. Isn't ihe/i nice? "We always travel in the back" he said and then started walking and I foloowed him.

"Here we are" he said as he opened the compartment door. He entered first to leave my stuff.

"Whose that?" a girl's voice came from the inside and I decided to appear.

"Mine" I said.

"And who are you?" it was the same voice, I looked to right and saw a girl with short black hair and dark eyes. She was a little bit fat, not obese, just fat. On her right side was a petit blond girl with light blue eyes

"This is Eloise Darcy" Scorpious said "This is Chelsea Parkinson" Scorpious said pointing at the brunett girl. He didn't say the blond girl's name and I assumed she didn't ibelong/i to that compartment.

(Liv Stevens and Audrey Kearney)

On the left side of the compartment was only a boy "Seth Williams" he said, offering me a hand for me to shake. I didn't. He didn't look offended or did even mind, he just smirked.

"Nice to meet you, anyway" he said.

"Thank you" I muttered and moved to sit on the sit next to him, by the window. Scorpious sat in from of him. They began to talk, but I kept staring at the girl in front of me. She stared back. Then she smiled.

"Liv Stevens" she introduced herself, she too offered her hand.

"She was here before we get here" Seth Williams said. I took her hand.

"Nice to meet you" Seth smirked again.

"Me too. You're not from here, are you?"

"No, I came from the School of Wizards and Witches of the United States and Canada"

"I thought you were from Australia" Scorpious said.

"Also. I moved to USA two years ago"

"And now you moved again?" Liv asked "Why?"

"My father..."

"You don't have to answer to her, you know? She's not even a Slytherin"

"Yes, she does, I want to hear the story and she obviously won't say if I'm the one asking." I ignored him and returned my attention to Malfoy.

"What do you mean?" I knew who Slytherin was, but I didn't get what meant to be or not be a Slytherin.

"That I am a Ravenclaw, so, in his mind you shouldn't talk to me because I am inferior. I should feel honored for traveling with four Slytherin." Liv Stevens said. I didn't get it anyway.

"I am a Slytherin?"

"You will be" Malfoy said.

"I'm sorry for you" Stevens closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Shut up." Chelsea told her, allowing Seth Williams to explain me.

"Hogwarts divids its students by four houses, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuf and Griffinfor..."

"Why?" I interrupeted. It didn't make sense to me.

"Because Salazar Slytherin wanted to creat a School were only the pure-blood wizards were thouth, Griffindor said everyone with magical powers had the right to learn. Hufflepuff defended the smart and Ravenclaw..."

"So at Hogwarts the pure-blood are from Slytherin, the mud-blood from Griffindor. What if a pureblood student is the smartest student? He should be a Hufflepuff, although he's a Slytherin...?"

"No. The criterios aren't just those. There are pure-blood in other houses, either because they don't care about they're blood status or because they are extremly interessed in studying or because they are more brave or a lot of other things."

"Why is she a Ravenclaw?"I said, noddinh towards Liv.

"Because she's a mud-blood and she sucks too much to be in any other house" Malfoy said and suddlenly a red spark got him in the face where pimples began to appear, big and red pimples.

"Look what you've done!" Chelsea Parkinson yelled as both she and I got up. She run to help Scorpious, who left the compartment very quickly.

"You shouldn't have done that" Seth Williams, still sat on the bench, told Liv.

"He was bloody asking for it!"

"Whatever" he said and got the Daily Prophet and began to read it.

"I think you should leave" I told her, with my wand on my hand, in case Liv would attach me too. She didn't.

"Yeah, I better go, for his own sake" she spat the last part.

She got her things and left the copartment. Obviously still mad.

"Bye Stevens" Seth said before she clode the door. She didn't answer.