Hallo Hallo, anybody reading? Drop me a review and tell me what you think. Do you like Amelia so far?
Fair warning, she's going to come off as bitchy because that's just her personality. Don't worry, though, she won't be a stone hearted bitch forever (;
Thanks MortalWonderland! (:
September 1st. Today will be my first day as a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm kind of nervous. Okay, so I'm extremely nervous, but really excited too. I have my trunk all packed up, and I'm ready to go by 9 o'clock.
Of course this means that Clara is nowhere near ready. I swear, if she makes me late to the station, I'll strangle her.
"Clara, I swear, if you don't hurry, I'll freaking stupefy you. And you don't want to know how that feels!" I bang on the bathroom door and plop back down on the bed, my trunk sitting beside it with Thor hiding under the bed. He'll be fun to get out later.
"Yelling ain't gonna make me go any faster!" she retorts, opening the door and pointing a makeup brush at me and waving it around. Scary.
"The train leaves at 11 sharp and the portal closes then. I have to be there before that!" I lay back and close my eyes. Why is she so stubborn? And annoying, and just stupid sometimes. Man, this kinda sucks. Thankfully the sound of a keycard being entered into the door crashes my little pity party and my parents walk in.
"Clara, get your ass out here!" my mom says lightly, knocking on the door for emphasis. Grumbling and cabinets being slammed sounds through the closed door and my sister emerges with a pissed off expression and her makeup bag in hand.
"I'm here! Damn. I'll finish my makeup in the car," she mutters, grabbing her purse and stalking out of the room.
I roll my eyes and gather my belongings, including Thor, and give the room a once-over for anything missing. Finally, we can leave!
My father thumbs through this wallet to pay for the cab while my mom and I pull out my shrunken-down school trunk from the back. Thankfully the American magical laws are a lot more lenient, and small charms and spells are okay to use. I don't think I could carry this damn trunk otherwise…
We enter the massive station, immediately being bumped into from every direction. Thor's place perched on top of my trunk was not a great place for him- he meowed and cried constantly with all the constant motion and noise. Poor baby. I take off my jacket and lay it over the kitty crate. He quiets down a little, the noise finally muffled.
"Excuse me, how can I get to platform 9 and 10?" I ask a crew worker nearby. He gives us directions, but I can hardly hear because Clara is in my ear trying to ask questions.
"Don't you need platform nine and three-fourths?" she asks. I shake my head and glare at her; the dude is giving us a funny look and I'm sure he heard her…
"Shut the hell up!" I hiss and give the man a smile, promptly leaving them all behind while dragging my bags. Idiots, I swear. They're so clueless now, but you can only imagine how they reacted when a representative was sent out to us to explain that I was a witch. My mother wanted to call the cops, but my father sat there wide-eyed and curious as always. You would think that the scientist would be the skeptic. It was all pretty scary, but it was absolutely awesome at the same time.
Now I'm here, almost six years later at the school of my dreams. When we started learning about the wizarding world and all the different laws, we also learned about other magical schools. Including Hogwarts, which is literally the best magical school on this planet. I think I might have done a happy dance when my exchange papers got accepted.
Anyways, by the time we make it to the correct terminals, its 10:45. Not cool. The train leaves at 11 sharp and the portal closes up. My father looks around, not seeing the obvious. I've done my research, and you have to go through the brick-wall barrier between terminal 9 and 10. I smile and brace myself, tentatively pushing the tip of my trunk through. When it gives and disappears partially, I look back at my family.
"Watch, and learn, Muggles!" before diving through quickly. All around me are witches and wizards in robes, and some in normal clothes as well. I look back but don't see my parents or sister coming through. I put my head close to the entrance while standing to the side so I don't get ran over. "C'mon you guys!"
"Amelia!" my mom frantically whispers back and it sounds as if it's coming from far away.
"Boo!" I yell and stick only my head through, making it look like I have no body. My father smiles and comes forward to touch the wall, watching his hand pass through in amazement before trying it with his foot. My sister laughs a little with wide eyes but steps forward nonetheless. In a rare moment of sisterly kindness, I reach out and take her hand, guiding her through.
"We need to hurry, the barrier is closing in a few minutes," I say when they're all through and looking around at the place. It has a much more whimsical feel to it than the rest of the station. Magic.
My parents peel their eyes from the different witches and wizards here to look at me. Go figure, my mom has tears in her eyes.
"Stop! No. Don't," I say to her in a firm voice. Tears are so not for me. "I'll be back for Christmas, okay? Just a few months," I say with a smile, glancing back at the gleaming red train and the conductors that are giving a last call for luggage.
My mom pulls me into a hug, sniffling into my hair and whispering at me to keep in touch. My dad pulls me in as well and swings me around before putting me down with a kiss to the forehead.
"So not gonna miss you," Clara says smartly with a sarcastic expression. I yank her to me and hug her tight. To be honest, I'll probably miss her the most; we fight a lot, but we also get along so well it's crazy. Very bipolar for us.
"Keep telling yourself that when you get back home without me," I laugh and pull away, grabbing my stuff and turning to the train.
"See you in December, my little Muggles!" I call as I hand my trunk to a conductor, keeping Thor in his carrier with me. I got a lot of odd glances from people, but I don't really care. I step up into the train and go down the corridor, leaning out an empty window to see my parents one last time before we depart. We wave and my mom has tissues in her hand, crying and waving frantically. The train lurches forward and I drop the cat carrier with a thump and it pops open, Thor darting out.
"Shit!" I duck down and try to catch him, but it's no use. He's gone. Ah well, he'll be back, I'm sure of it. I sigh and pick up his stuff and my button-covered backpack. It features Godsmack, A Day To Remember, Fall Out Boy, 5 Seconds of Summer, and All Time Low. All of my favourite bands in one collage of awesomeness.
"I think this fell off of your bag," a slightly familiar voice says as I stand up with my stuff in hand. Harry Potter, once again!
"Hey! Didn't think I'd see ya so soon," I say with a wide smile. He laughs and hands me the Green Day pin.
"I wasn't lying when I said I was coming back to finish up and take N.E.W.T.'s," he says while I place the pin back and sling it over my shoulder. "Where's your cat?" he asks curiously, eyeing the empty cage.
"I dropped it and he got away," I say with a shrug. "I put a charm on him when I got him; he'll find his way back to me."
"Nice," he says and nods his head toward the aisle between the private compartments. "Wanna come sit with me and my friends?"
"Sure!" I follow him back, stopping occasionally so he can say hi to people. Always the celebrity.
I look out the window while Harry chats with yet another person. In the distance I can see London, but it's quickly fading and the greenery becomes more prominent until there is nothing but trees and ponds, all zooming by quickly. It's so beautiful.
"Amy?" Harry says while tentatively resting a warm hand on my forearm propped on the window.
"Hm?" I hum, prying my eyes from the scenery to look at him. He stands there, his dark hair pushed back off of his forehead. "Sorry. It's so pretty."
"Yeah, it is," he says, joining me at the window. "What's it like where you live?"
"Well, it's just normal I think. I live in a newer housing complex, so all the yards are nice and green with some flowers and nursery-sized trees," I shrug. "This is still so much better- quieter, greener, and just peaceful."
"Yeah, I bet. I live in London, so it's pretty busy," he says. We look out the windows at the winding moors, lapsing into comfortable silence. Students are walking back and forth through the corridors, but none say a word to us thankfully. I don't think I'm really in the mood for a conversation, I'm too tired for that. After a few minutes, Harry steps back from the window, looking down the hall.
"Ron! Come here, meet my friend," he says. So much for no socialising.
"Harry," an orange-haired boy says, dragging it out. Harry reciprocates before they do that weird handshake/hug that guys do, clapping each other on the back.
"This is Amelia, she's the new foreign exchange!" Harry says with a great big smile. Ron looks at me with a confused look and nods as if not comprehending.
"Just Amy," I reach my hand out to shake. He takes it awkwardly.
"I'm Ron. You have a funny accent," he says with squinted eyes.
"And you have a funny face." Shit. I couldn't help it, I'm sarcastic when I don't know what to say. However, I keep my face clear of any signs that I even messed up. The boy rocks back on his heels and turns to Harry quizzically.
"I like her, she's quite funny," he says before turning back and giving me a cute half-smile. Harry and I burst out in laughter, me mostly to cover up my panic. I'll have to work on my people skills sometime.
"Nice to meet you, man," I say as Harry leads us down the corridor a few more cars.
"Go ahead," Harry says, gesturing to the car. "Be right in!" I turn and walk in.
"Harry, have you seen my Ancie-" she stops as she looks up. "Well, you're certainly not Harry."
"Nope!" I say with a smirk. So this is Hermione Granger, the perfect student. From everything I've read, I don't think I like her very much. Too much of a know-it-all.
Instead of introducing myself, I just sit down opposite of her and set down my cat carrier and backpack, securing the former above the seats in the luggage rack. I'm probably being rude, but like I've already stated, I'm not in the mood to socialise. Instead, I pull my phone out, along with a pair of headphones.
"Er, cell phones and electronics are not permitted on the train or at school," Hermione says awkwardly. I look straight at her with a blank face and shrug nonchalantly before putting in my headphones and cranking the music up.
I think I probably fell asleep, because the train makes a sharp bend and it jerks me awake. I dart up from where I lay across the seat with wide eyes and look around quickly. Shit. Nobody's in the car, but their stuff is still here.
I stand up and stretch, not taking out my earphones. When I check the time, it's only four in the afternoon; talk about a long ass nap! At least I don't feel so jet lagged anymore.
I move towards the car door and open it, peeking out into the hall, seeing nobody there. I guess things have mellowed out since we left the station. I sigh and go left down the wood panelled hall and let my eyes pass through the windows, searching for a familiar face. A few cars down, I spot Harry and that Hermione girl leaning in together and talking in hushed whispers, but I could hear them.
"She's so...so rude!" the girl stutters out angrily. She better not be talking about me. "With that fake red hair and snotty attitude." Oh really?
"She's not that bad, Mione!" Harry says and props his chin in his hand which is resting on his knee. I smile at that. Damn straight, I'm not snotty! I was just tired. "I promise. Just give the girl a chance! She's not from around here, she could use a friend."
"Right, right. Whatever you say Harry," she snaps. "She's a transparent slag!"
I may not know much about British slang, but I know what she meant by that, and let me tell ya, it wasn't very nice. I put on an extremely fake smile and put away my earphones, tapping on the glass. They look up, started and I give Harry a small wave. He smiles and stands to open the door.
"I've been looking all over for you!" I say. He smiles and apologises, while Hermione looks on with disgust written on her face. If a slag is what she thinks I am, then it's a slag I'll give her.
I beam up at Harry and shyly look down, and I know I've pissed her off by the way she stands so abruptly and says a stern goodbye.
"Oh, Hermione, right?" I ask. She stops and turns an annoyed glare on me. I lean out of the cart and keep my voice low when I speak.
"Next time, you might want to put a silencing charm on the compartment," I say and smirk at her surprise. She storms off with her head down, and I don't know whether to feel bad for being such a bitch, or extremely good.
Now that Hermione's gone, I relax and sit down across from Harry, staring him in the eyes.
"Where's your red-headed friend?" I ask. "He seemed a lot nicer," I say. Harry raises his eyebrows and shrugs.
"No clue. Have you found your cat yet?" he asks and sits back, his leg stretching out in the process.
"Ah, no, not really," I say nervously. It has been a few hours, huh? He's probably gotten himself in trouble by now.
"We'll be at Hogwarts soon, you should think of looking for him I think. I nod and close my eyes, wand already in hand and ready to go.
"We can do magic on the train, right?" I ask before casting. He says yes just a split second after. I don't care if I can't anyways, I don't fall under the Ministry of Magic's umbrella of 'protection.'
As the lovely Michael Clifford would say, I do what I want, I'm punk rock.
Sadly, the very tired looking Harry doesn't offer to help me, probably because I'm the one with the tracking spell, but whatever. Oh, well.
"Adventure Time!" I mutter, before saying bye to Harry and standing in the hallway once again. I face one way, then the other to check the 'signal'. The tip of my wand glows brighter when I face the right, so I go down that way, peeking into each compartment as I go. I get to the end and have to step over into the whole next train car, which is kind of scary, might I add.
In between the cars is a little platform, about three feet wide with rails on each side, but the rest is open and it's windy as hell, not to mention a lot more unsteady than inside. Like a real train. I quickly move along, but what I wanna know is how the hell Thor got all the way over into the next car. He's a major pussy. Literally and figuratively; he's a wimp.
The next car is a bit more dim, but it looks cooler by far. Darker wood, green curtains halfway open, and the corridor was empty. Sure, it was a little creepy, but I could definitely find myself an empty cart and nap the rest of the way.
Instead, I kept going, looking around for dumbass. I eventually peek through one of the windows and see him, curled up in some dude's lap.
Okay. Not just some dude, but a really cute blonde boy. A really really cute blonde boy who looks about my age! He's super pale and has weird, yet oddly attractive, white blonde hair that splays across his forehead. And he's obviously a cat person considering how he's loving on Thor. I can't even do that, what the fuck?
I straighten myself out- they're Slytherin's, they're not gonna take me seriously if I'm some mousy little red-head. Do I just dive in? I should. Okay. Go!
I quickly slide open the compartment door, my wand at my side. There is the blonde boy holding Thor, plus a girl with ugly frizzy brown hair and a pig nose and another dark haired boy. Thor's head snapped up with the rest of theirs, but while he looked curiously at me, the people either glared or sneered.
Especially the girl; her fancy robes make her look like one of those Richie Rich pure-blood preps, but I can't tell what she's going for with the hair. She grimaces as she looked me up and down, snorting at my ripped jeans and Incubus shirt. Snooty bitch.
I glare back before moving my eyes onto the cute white-blonde haired boy, and am met with cold grey eyes. They're pretty but he seems like a douche. Damn.
"Yeah, hi. Nice to meet you too," I say sarcastically and lean against the door jamb. "Can I have my cat back? How the hell'd you find him anyways?"
"Well I'd like to think that he found me," says the blonde with a smirk. A sexy smirk. "Draco Malfoy." Ohh, a Malfoy. Ex-Deatheaters. No wonder he looks so cold- he's probably all messed up in the head by now; at least they tried to get away while they could- looks like only Draco did, though.
"Well, I'd like to take him back now, thanks," I say. "C'mon fat boy!" I say to Thor, clapping my hands. He hops down happily from Draco's lap, leaving white fur all over his black robes. Good boy.
"Oi!" The dark-haired boy yelled before I could leave. "Show some respect!"
"'Scuse me?" I turn slowly, my head cocked slightly in annoyance. "Sweetie, didn't your mother ever teach you about respect?" I say sharply. Asshole isn't going to try to intimidate me before my first day starts. "It's earned, not given."
My moods can be either night or day; If you're nice, then I'm nice. If you're rude, then I'm rude. Simple as that, really.
He gapes at me with an open mouth and I just laugh and turn away. Big bad Slytherins can't hold their own anymore, can they? That's a damn shame.
By the time the train stops, I've gotten Thor into his carrier, and changed into warm robes with a black skirt, white button-up, and converse. I've even gotten to talk to Ron a little more, which was nice; he's hilarious, and nice too. I could tell Hermione did not like that, though. Oh well.
The air is cold and it's a little windy, so I, like everyone else had my cloak buttoned up high, and I had to carry Thor at my side under it. He'd freak out with all the wind and noise. Getting away from where everyone is crowded along the side of the train is a pain in the ass, but we make it, only to have Harry stop our small group.
"'Arry!" someone bellows and I have to literally crane my neck backwards to see him. It's not like with a person who's a foot taller and you have to look up a little. I have my head leaned back, my neck is probably at a 90 degree angle with my back.
The man, who looks like a giant, or half giant, is standing there, smiling down at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but not seeing me at all. I think that's good because he's twice as tall as a normal person, and wider than Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I put together. He looks intimidating with a huge moleskin overcoat and long black hair tangled into his beard. Creepy.
But, when he starts talking, I can tell he's harmless.
"Harry, how are ya?" he says and pulls Harry into a hug. I can hardly see him when he does. Harry replied with a laugh and turns towards our group, me standing in the back. His eyes lock with mine and I shake my head. He smirks and turns to the giant man.
"Hagrid, this is my new friend, Amelia!" Harry says in his cute little British accent. "She's the foreign exchange from America."
"Amelia! That's a right purdy name, ain't it?" he says with a deep chuckle and holds his hand out to shake. Good God, he wants me to shake his hand?...
Either way, I still step forward and reach out, but unsure what to grab, I settle for a single finger because that's all I can get. He gently grasps my hand and shakes it, not once using too much pressure or hurting me at all. His toothy grin- teeth missing and all- beams down on me and I can't help but smile back; he's a sweetheart!
"Just Amy, please," I say shyly, setting down the cat cage on the ground with a clank.
"'Course, 'course. What ya got in the crate?" He asks, referring to the blue cat cage peeking out from the edge of my cloak. I reach down and pull the crate out, earning a cry of protest from Thor as the cold hits him. I carefully open the cage and drag Thor out, letting him curl into me for warmth.
"This is Thor, my baby!" I say and rock him like the baby he is. "Do you wanna hold him?"
Hagrids hands come out and I set Thor in them, knowing he won't be hurt. The white and black cat cries, but not from Hagrid, for which I'm glad; It's just cold and he's cranky. He must work with animals a lot, because Shithead just shuts up and cuddles.
"He likes you!" I say with a smile and cross my hands under my arms for warmth. It's absolutely freezing!
"Looks so, eh?" he says gruffly, petting Thor behind the ears. "You kids get goin'! The carriages are leavin'," he says with a nod towards the road. All I can see is the train, the carriages, and the little town of Hogsmeade behind us. Where's the castle?
I put Thor away and we say goodbye, Hagrid saying it was nice to meet me. He's so sweet! Like a big biker who's really just a teddy bear!
"Alright, let's go," Ron mutters, keeping his head down against the wind. "Hey Amy?"
"Yeahhh?" I ask.
"Do you know what Thestrals are?" he asks. I look at him, confused. Why would that matter?
"Yeah, why? Only people who've seen someone die can see them, right?" I confirm. Harry nods and Hermione glares. Ugh.
"Just curious. Have you…?"
"Seen someone die? No," I say with raised eyebrows. What the hell is he tripping on?
Harry lets out a breathy laugh, the white cloud of warm air quickly evaporating. "The carriages are pulled by Thestrals; we didn't want you freaking out if you didn't know what they were," he says.
"Oh, well, don't worry I won't be able to see 'em."
"Just making sure. They're a bit odd-looking," Harry adds on, falling into step with me while the other two walk ahead.
"Thanks." Wow. That was lame; now's not the best time to be socially awkward. Keep it cool, ice cool, Starbucks-frappuccino-on-a-hot-day cool.
"Are you nervous to be sorted with all the first years?" he asks and nudges my shoulder. Damn boy needs to limit his contact; heart palpitations are not healthy.
"Uh, kind of, but not really. I don't really care, I guess," I shrug. It honestly doesn't matter to me, because no matter what I'm gonna be all weird and nerdy. I just don't think I fit into the cloaks and bubbling cauldrons and pointy hat category of witches. I'm more of the laid-back, don't-give-a shit-witch. That probably has to do with my Muggle upbringing, though; not like I care!
"What if you get sorted into Slytherin?" he asks, challenging me. Damn. Well, I did pretty well earlier, but I'd have to put Thor in a bubble so nobody tries to kill him or something,
"Actually, I'd be fine with that, too. I like green," I say with a smug smile. "Plus, I found my cat in the Slytherin car earlier; he was getting all lovey dovey with some white-blond haired prick. Well, he looked like a prick."
"Malfoy," he muttered, his pretty green eyes looking at the ground now. Bad relations, I've heard. "Watch out for him, he's no good."
"Thanks mom, but I can take care of myself, thank-you-very-much!" I say sarcastically, even though in all honestly that kinda pissed me off. Who is he to tell me who not to become friends with? I mean, I know the Malfoy's were associated with the Deatheater's, but still, it's not Harry's place at all.
"No problem," he murmured and hopped up into the Thestral (that I can't see) drawn carriage, not even offering a hand. How kind.
Thankfully my fellow ginger (even though mine is fake) reaches down and offers a hand for me to latch onto and pull myself up with. I give him a smile and sit on the other side of him; Hermione is sitting closely to his other side. How cute; maybe they are together? Confirmation comes when the girl looks me straight in the eyes before grabbing Ron by the neck and bringing his lips to hers in a short, fervent kiss.
I roll my eyes and resist the urge to applaud for her. She might as well make it worth my while and piss on him too; properly mark the territory and whatnot. I've decided that she's too much of a jealous, stuck up person and I don't like her. I'm not much into giving rude people the benefit of the doubt.
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