Tell Me How It Ends
By: SongxOfxGlory
Disclaimer: I just realized this wasn't included in the last chapter, so here it goes. I own nothing related to Harry Potter, except for my original characters, Analia Travers, and a few others you don't recognize, that have never been mentioned by J.K Rowling herself.
Chapter One: Six and Half Years Later.
Analia Travers woke up suddenly as she heard her room mates slamming their luggage on the floor or unto their beds. She soon heard the door to the room open then close. Turning onto her stomach, she pressed her face into her pillow and let out a scream.
"So, you're awake." Analia heard a girl ask from the canopy bed to the left of her's.
"Ten more minutes, please." Analia mumbled, with her face still pressed into her pillow.
"No. No more minutes. You overslept and the carriages will be here in two hours. And from what I can see, you haven't even begun to pack!" The girl said, as she walked up to Analia's bed and she yanked the pillow from under Analia.
Analia's head hit the headboard and she cried out, "Damn, Noah!" she began to say as she rubbed the spot on her head that had hit the headboard and she looked up at her best friend, Noah Schwann.
Noah Schwann had long, black, hair, which was cut into layers, a pale complexion, bright blue eyes, and had an athletic body because of the fact that she played Chaser in her's and Analia's quidditch house team. In the eyes of most of the male student body, she was the most attractive girl in the sixth year, and Analia came in second place. Analia had a golden-brown complexion, and compared to her father, who's hispanic, her skin tone was a lot lighter than his because of her mother, who was British. Along with her golden-brown skin, she had long, wavy, dark brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes that she inherited from her mother. She was short for her age, 5'2 to be exact, and just like Noah, had an athletic body because of her involvement in the quidditch team. Many of the guys at her school saw her to be very attractive but she loved the fact that many thought that Noah was better looking, Analia never really liked getting that sort of attention from the guys. She hated how many guys were very shallow when it came to dating girls. So, whenever a guy told her she was beautiful, she would just shrug it off.
"Could you be any nicer!" Analia said, still rubbing the sore spot on her head.
"I'm not here to be nice, Ana. I'm here to make sure you don't miss the train back home to daddy dearest." Noah replied with a smirk.
"You'd think, with me being the P.O.M's daughter and all, you'd be worshiping the ground I walk on." Analia said in a conceited tone.
"Well, my dear, you will no longer be the P.O.M's daughter. I mean, since you're father's term in office will end in two weeks." Noah said, now pulling the duvet covers off of Analia.
"Fine. Fine! I'll get up!" Analia said, as she reluctantly got off the bed and walked to her closet. "Where's my Beatles t-shirt?" Analia yelled, and quickly turned to Noah. "Noah! What did you to it?"
"What are you talking about?" Noah smiled innocently.
"Don't give me that! I know you did something to my shirt!" Analia exclaimed, rounding on Noah. "You've never liked that shirt. You've been waiting to get your pretty little hands on it so that you could... so that you could... KILL IT!"
"Kill it? Are you serious?" Noah said, laughing hysterically.
As soon as Noah finished laughing, she got up from her bed, where she sat reading a letter from her mother, which had arrived by owl a few hours ago, and walked to a closet on the opposite side of the room, next to one of their room mates' bed. She opened the closet, rummaged through the five shirts and pulled out a white t-shirt with the words, THE BEATLES, across the front. Noah threw the shirt towards Analia, who caught it happily and ran to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of blue jeans along the way.
"I don't even know why you and Christie bother with an old muggle band," Noah said, standing next to the bathroom door. "I mean, one: you're separated from the muggle world for nine months every school year and you can't even listen to their music, two: these beatles are before you were even born, and three: the Weird Sisters are so much better!"
The bathroom door opened and Analia came out wearing her favorite band's t-shirt and the blue jeans. She walked over to her night stand and picked up a round brush and started brushing her hair in front of the round mirror above her night stand.
"A typical thing for a pureblood to say about a muggle band." Analia said, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She soon noticed a small stain, an inch below the collar. "Ugh! Christie stained my shirt!" Analia grabbed her wand from inside a drawer on her night stand and said, "Scourgify!" and the stain disappeared.
"So, where's everybody?" Analia said, starting to pack away her things.
By everybody, she meant their room mates, Christie Simon, Samantha Campbell, Katrina Taylor, and Helena Reece. The girls they've shared a room with since their first year at Salemsville Academy for the Magical Arts.
"They're all at breakfast already. We've all packed. Except for you." Noah said, walking to her bed to finish reading her mother's letter.
"And Christie. She still has some clothes in her closet." Analia said, walking over to Christie's closet and looking through the remaing clothing items, which now consisted of four shirts, a plaid skirt, and a pair of pink socks with blue bunnies. A frown appeared on Analia's face as realization dawned on her. "These are all mine." She said, starting to gather all the things and walking back to her two suitcases and putting her clothes into one of them. "I was wondering where they had gone."
"You lent those clothes to Christie a while ago. Seriously, sometimes I think someone modified your memory." Noah said, finally looking up from the letter with a frown as she began to fold it.
"What did mama say?" Analia said, zipping up her first suitcase, looking up at Noah for a second, before starting to pack the rest of her stuff away into her other suitcase.
Analia and Noah had been best friends since they were six years old. Analia's father and Noah's mother used to work together in the Auror's Department before Analia's father was elected President of Magic (P.O.M) when Analia was 9. They're parents even dated when Analia and Noah were eight years old but had broken up after five months for unknown reasons. But since Analia was seven, Analia had taken to calling Noah's mother, mama, since she was the closest thing to a mother in Analia's life, and Noah had taken to calling Analia's father Papa Rob, her real dad had died when she was five. At times, Analia felt she was disrespecting her mother's memory by calling another woman, mama. But her father reassured her many times that she wasn't disrespecting her mother's memory in any way because her mother would be glad that Analia had a mother figure in her life. Analia's mother died when she was a year old and all Analia knew about that day was that it was two days before Analia's second birthday.
"Mom won't be picking me up at the train station. Great. Now I have to spend a two hour drive with some stranger." Noah said, stuffing her mother's letter into her messenger bag.
"Well, you can always come home with me and my stranger." Analia said, smiling at her best friend.
Their strangers were their personal drivers. Being the President of Magic, Analia's father was always way too busy to pick her up from the train station, and because of the chaos the magical world was in, Noah's mother, who was an Auror, was also busy with tracking down all the dark wizards that were beginning to emerge all over again in the United States, which was more than in the last war. It seemed that Lord Voldemort was recruiting even more Death Eaters in the United States.
"No, that's okay. You should go check on Jackson. Just to make sure he's packed." Noah said, referring to Analia's younger brother who was in the second year.
"Yeah, in a sec. I just got to make sure I got all my stuff packed. Hmm, lets see, ACCIO ANALIA'S STUFF!" Analia said and soon enough a few sheets of parchment, a shirt with the words Pink Floyd on the front, and a quill, flew straight into Analia's arms. She put the parchment and quill into her second suitcase. She held the shirt at arm's length and glared at Noah.
"Tye-Dye!" she yelled, "You hate me don't you! Why would you turn my shirt into a rainbow!"
"I couldn't help myself." Noah said, laughing and she rushed out of the room before Analia could something to throw at her.
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Author's Note: Hello. Hope this chapter wasn't too bad. This chapter was just to introduce and older Analia. Sorry it's been awhile since I've updated. I've been busy with a lot of stuff and with my other story, When Hope Has Failed, I'm going to try to update more often. Take Care.