Once on the train, she was met by an array of beautiful owls and cats. She knew she would see no familiar faces once she was on the train, so she was just going to have to settle for a friendly face. It was like starting at a whole new school.
Dumbledore had confirmed that none of her friends were of magic descent, but he had agreed to her wish that she tell her best friend Lizzie where she was going. Oh, Lizzie, I just know you would love this place almost as much as I do. She thought wistfully. She didn't regret her decision to come, but she knew she was going to miss everyone back home.
When the Headmaster had told her Hogwarts was far away, she thought he meant Florida or Maine. Not London, England. Not that I'm complaining, it's beautiful here, and the people are very friendly. And they sound cool. But she had learned not to try and fake an accent to fit in. For one, she sucked at it. Two, it seemed to piss some people off.
Every cabin she looked in had older looking people who she knew wouldn't appreciate an eleven year old sitting with them. Towards the back of the train she finally found people who looked to be her age. In one cabin there were two boys conversing happily, how she wished she had a friend here. The dark haired boy with messy hair looked on as his redheaded friend waved his wand at a rat. She could sit with them, but then again she hated rats… She continued searching for somewhere to sit.
In the far back, she finally found a cabin with a free seat. In it sat a boy with very blonde hair, along with two large, grumpy looking boys. She poked her head in the door.
"Would you mind if I sat in here with you? All the other cabins are full..." she asked doubtfully, none of the boys looked all that welcoming but she wasn't going to be picky where she sat. But to her surprise, the blonde boy gave her a small smile and nodded. As she sat down he looked over at her, but the other two paid her no notice and stared out the window. He continued looking at her, and it would have been rather creepy if he wasn't so cute. And his odd silvery gray eyes weren't so dreamy...
"So, what's your name?"
His words snapped her out of her own staring. And she struggled to remember her name.
"Brittany, Brittany Kolfenbach. What's yours?"
"My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy.", He said with a smirk. Is he mocking me? "And these two are Vincent and Gregory. What's up with your accent?" he asked curiously.
"I'm from America." she explained.
"Really?" He asked, surprised. "Nobody from Hogwarts usually comes from America…" He trailed off, waiting for some kind of explanation.
Right as Brittany was about to answer, all four heads turned to the door leading to the hallway, there was a lot of noise, and screaming. What could have happened already? The train had only left the platform 10 minutes ago…. All of a sudden, a masked man kicked the door open and she flinched into her seat because his wand was pointing straight at her face. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The screams from other cabins continued.
"What the bloody hell are you doing in here?" Draco yelled at the man. She looked over to him, eyes wide with fear, maybe Draco knew the crazy guy pointing his wand at her, but she couldn't tell because the mask hid the man's expression from her.
The man didn't even turn to look at Draco nor did he move his wand away from her face.
"SOMNO MORTIS" The man yelled. Brittany's world went black.
"Why isn't she waking up?" A blonde woman in her early thirties asked, wiping at the tears that ran down her cheeks.
"Mrs. Kolfenbach, we are doing everything we can, but this type of magic is so dark and advanced, we're lucky she's not dead." The Healer responded, keeping her voice low so that she did not disturb the sleeping child on the woman's lap.
"Maybe we should take her to a normal hospital. She hasn't moved for two days, she's obviously not getting better." A man, holding hands with the blonde woman, stated icily.
"Maybe Jim's right, maybe we should take her to one of our doctors." The woman agreed.
"Michelle, Jim, please calm down. Taking her out of here would be devastating to her health. Anyway, your muggle doctors wouldn't have a clue what to do with her. She has no brain damage or physical trauma of any kind. What would they think?" The Healer responded and exited the room.
The healers knew that the best thing for Brittany and the other unconscious muggleborns, at this point, was to stay here. Most of the parents were threatening to take them to muggle doctors, but without the magical potions the children were receiving every hour, they would be dead by morning.