Fireflies and Fairytales

Just the Beginning

"Ells, were at the station…" Rose called over to me, as she packed up her trunk.

"What…." I stammered out, not bothering to look up from the book I had been reading, until she pulled me out from it.

"Ells, come on, time to face the world and get your head out of that book. Everyone in the compartment has already left. Al, Lily, James, and Scorpius." Rose laughed at me, like she does all the time when she catches me totally immersed in a different world.

Rose Weasley was my truest and dearest friend; we had been friends for awhile, even before Hogwarts. My dad was friends with Harry Potter; therefore Rose being Harry's niece, we were stuck together a lot. I guess that was a good thing, it was hard to survive the Weasley/Potter groups, without someone on the inside.

As the Hogwarts Express rolled into King's Cross and came to a stop, I looked out my window, praying that my parents had decided that practice or a business meeting were far more important than picking me up.

Unfortunately, like every summer break, they were there waiting for me at the station. I hated all the attention they brought with them. For one summer I just wished I could get on and off the train without having people follow my family around. I grabbed my trunk, and the book I had been reading and slowly made my descent into hell.

By the time I reached the end of the stairs, mum had already gracefully made her way over to me.

"Bye Rose, I'll owl you later, when I get home." I turned around to Rose as I said this; she was clearly excited to be home.

"Bye Ells, have a good break but I know I'll see you before we meet here for our seventh year." Rose exclaimed, almost bursting with excitement, I guess she had a lot to be excited about. Ron, her dad, had finally let Scorpius Malfoy spend part of the summer at their house. I mean Rose and Scorpius had been going out since the middle of second year, but Ron is very stubborn. I guess when my Dad, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley were in Hogwarts, Scorpius' dad wasn't such a cool guy. Well that's what I've been told anyways. No one in my family really talks about the days of Lord Voldemort, why should we, he has been gone for a long time now.

I turned to look at my mother, dressed casually but still with her elegant style, her honey colored blonde hair had been twisted up into a bun, sitting delicately on top of her head. Not one to dress in sweatpants, she was wearing her favorite designer jeans, and a tank top.

"Ellianna, you look beautiful darling, how was your school year? Hard? Easy? Oh I missed talking to you every night. The train ride was alright, not to long?" Mum greeted me every year like this, with the twenty questions game.

I thought I looked terrible, I mean my dark brown curly hair was thrown up into a pony-tail, and I was wearing jean cut off shorts and a white tank top. If she thought I looked beautiful, than she must have really missed me. My mum was the type that scolded me if I went out of the house looking like this. Something has to be up.

"Mum I'm fine. School was great. Not that hard. Train ride wasn't too bad, I read my book. No it didn't seem to long. And yes I missed you too." My typical short answers, I was annoyed that the cameras were documenting my every move; I just wanted to get out of there and head home.

I mean I didn't mind having loving and doting parents, but with a camera shoved in your face after a long train ride, it wasn't something I was keen on. I mean the Potters were just as famous as we were, and they didn't always have cameras in their faces, well they did…but it never seemed like it was as bad as when they stalked me. James, Al and Lily must know how to handle the attention better than I do.

"Well I'm glad your year was good then Elli, now where are those brothers of yours, I haven't seen them at all." My dad was very good at ending conversations that were awkward and moving on to a different subject; I knew as long as I had him, socially I would be alright.

I scanned the crowds, trying to find my brothers; fourth year, Oliver and second year, William. I spotted Oliver dragging Will over to us.

"Dad there's Ol and Will, right there." I pointed right at them, Dad laughed at the site of them. Oliver was dragging Will over to where the rest of there family were and William was protesting.

"I was just saying good-bye to her, it wasn't anything more than that…why did you have to go and embarrass me like that Oliver." Will was on the verge of getting very upset, I could just tell. His face was bright red from the embarrassment, and his eyes were sparkling with tears.

"Will its fine, I'm sure Olly didn't mean to embarrass you, its just…he is not very subtle when it comes to things like this…why don't we all just get our stuff and head home, I'm dying for my own bed." I tried my best to calm him down, and after much persuasion, Oliver apologized for having embarrassed Will in front of Celia Hoover, a girl in Will's year that I think he fancied.

"Fine then lets head home, boys cut it out and Ellianna, could you just try a little harder not to slouch like that, and that would be an awful picture to have on the front cover of Where Witches Go or Hello Magazine." There was the mother I was dying to see, the one that scolded me so I wouldn't look bad or the one that made me change my outfit. I knew something was up.

"Ms. Gavin, could we just have a moment…just a couple of questions for Young Witches?" A young witch journalist asked me.

I turned and smiled politely, "Yes sure, fire away…"

"Is it true that you are dating the younger son of Harry Potter, and when this time last year you were dating James Potter, the elder Potter son? Is that awkward for you at all, dating both of them. We also heard that you will be joining your mother at the runway this summer, for her new fall fashion line, is that also correct. We also heard that you have been named Gryffindor Quidditch Co-Captain, along with your rumored boyfriend Albus Potter."

I stared at her, quite confused…me dating James…last year. Runway show…? How did they know all of this when I had never dated James, nor had I been informed of a runway appearance with my mother, this summer. I quickly regained my composer. "No, I'm sorry to say that James Potter and I never dated last year, therefore there would be no awkwardness if I were to date his younger brother, Albus. At this time I choose to not comment on my personal life. And I was not aware of my runway appearance with my mother at her show, but I would be happy to appear if she would want me there. I was made co-captain for the team this year, thank you. Oh and thank you for asking how my year went, it was lovely by the way. Thank you."

I quickly walked away from the reporter before she had any time to ask me anymore god awful questions. I turned around to see Dad, Oliver and Will smirking that trademark Gavin smirk. Oh how I hated that smirk, it meant they weren't ever going to forget what just happened, and they weren't going to let you forget it either. I turned to my mother, who was looking rather pleased at the way I handle myself.

"Ellianna dear, that was wonderfully handled…But don't you fancy Albus…just a little." She said the last part in a tone no louder than a whisper, just between me and her.

Yes I did fancy Albus, I fancied him quite a bit. He however didn't even look at me like that. I was more like a cousin or a sister to him, than anything else. I was a girl he could talk to about other girls, or a new Quidditch move he just heard about. I really wish I could no longer be that girl anymore…I wanted more from it. It would obviously complicate things a bit, actually a lot. I pushed those thoughts through my head and walked through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10.

When we walked through the barrier, into the Muggle world, our trunks automatically transformed the Hogwarts on our trunks into Hanover School for Boys and Hadley's School for Young Women. As we walked through the train station, photographers and journalist were snapping away and asking us all these questions. I turned to my mum, as she answered one journalist question.

"So do you think your new fashion line will be successful as your last one?" I recognized this journalist to be Ella Falen, a journalist for some muggle magazine that my mum kept around the house.

"I surely hope it will be successful, otherwise I wouldn't have started this line if I didn't want it to succeed in the London and Paris fashion worlds. Thank you, no more questions." I don't know how my mother handles the press; I just want to drop kick them all.

We finally reached the car, and I climbed into the car as Dad and Oliver loaded all of our trunks, and the owls, into the back. Maya, my brown owl sat on my lap; I couldn't force her into the back, with the trunks and the boys' owls, could I?

The car ride never seemed quick, but it wasn't that long of a drive. As soon as we entered the gates of the Wilson Ridge community, I was relieved that we were finally close to home. I couldn't wait to just run thought the door and up the stairs and into my room. Aside from Hogwarts, of course, my room was my favorite place, my safest place. Where no one was allowed to touch anything and my secrets were only mine.

We pulled into High Street, and as we were rounding the corner, I saw an unfamiliar car in the drive…and a girl with light brown hair fly down the driveway. It couldn't be? Could it…? And if it was, life was about to get a whole let messier.