Sorry it's quite short but it's more like a filler chapter, like a starting? Hope there's no confusions over what is happening. Hope you enjoy!
My Hogwarts letter came today. I'm accepted for my sixth year there.
"Dear Amelia Rose Holloway, we are pleased to welcome you to your sixth year at Hogwarts. Please ensure that you are organised and ready on time at Platform ¾ on the first day of September. Remember to make sure your uniform is immaculate and…"
Blah Blah Blah. It's the same letter they send every year to the point where I have it memorised. They write about what uniform I need, remind me what house I'm in and what books I'll need to buy. Talk about repetitive. But I guess the great Professor Dumbledore has something else better to do than wait around writing notice slips for all Hogwarts students. I guess they should just being technology efficient and send emails instead of Owls, save their energy. But then I guess, where's the magic in that?
"Amelia, honey. Are you done packing?" That was my mother. Slim, brunette with the most annoying voice I've ever heard of. Well, she cares too much okay? I told her time and time again that I can look after myself but I guess she just needs someone to pester over. Since Father died, all she ever did was cook, clean, cook, clean some more and just slave away. I guess she had to do something to get rid of her grief. Not that it did much, just made her more upset. And now she's obsessed with taking away my freedom. Now that I think about it, I'm being selfish but I can't help it. I'm sixteen years old for crying out loud, I want to do things by myself. I want the freedom more than anything else in the world.
"Yeah, Mother. I'm done." I reply, giving her a soft smile.
"Oh, darling. I'm going to miss you." She pulled me towards her and hugged me. It was sorta awkward.
"Yeah, me too. I'll see you around Christmas then." I faked a smile although I don't know why I did. Sure, I was going to miss her but I'm happy to get the freedom.
My parents were once students at Hogwarts, well that was until my Mother had me at sixteen and she left to hide the burden she had. That's pretty silly I guess, calling myself a burden when my Mother thinks I'm the best thing that happened to her. That's complete and utter rubbish. I am a burden, and she knows this. My Father died when I was born, being an only child with a huge inheritance, he gave everything to me and my mother. I guess, I'm rich. But it's meant to be a secret. People at Hogwarts see me as this non caring, red haired teenager who manages to live off earning money one way or another, I'm dreading the day everyone finds out my true identity and people look down on my Mother. I still do care about her.
The trees were quite restless in this mesmerising storm; the brown, bony branches danced to the tunes of the wind whilst the crunchy, newly brown leaves fell quietly to the ground. The world around was eerie quiet except for the daunting booming of the thunder and the continuous drops of the heavy rain. Drop. Drop. Drop. Everyone and everything hid away, animals hiding under nooks of the streets, people ran into their warm, comfortable houses. Home sweet home.
Somewhere in the distant, there were those who were taming the mad weather by travelling in a certain train. No one ordinary can see this, unless of course you were special. The chosen ones. Those who weren't simply managed to avoid the magical world without even knowing they were doing it of course. The sound of the Hogwarts express zoomed through the forest; the sound of the engine was ordinary but the feeling and touch of it was far from it, it was magical. It is magical.
"You'd think there'd be someone here to serve us. I'm bloody starving!" Groaned Ron Weasley, rubbing his stomach as Hermione Granger, sitting beside him, rolled her eyes.
"Look, Ron. If you're that hungry, go and find yourself some food. Some people have better stuff to do than hear you complain over food." Said Hermione as she peered over her book, The secrets of secrets, and rolled her eyes at Ron again.
"What like you and your measly books? The secrets of secrets? More like the secrets to being barmy, y'know."
Hermione slammed her book shut and wacked Ron on his head who was completely oblivious to what was going to happen.
"Ow! You little grasshopper! What'd you do that for?" He complained, rubbing the side of his head furiously.
"That was for calling me barmy and what the hell do you mean by grasshopper?"
"You are barmy." Ron muttered whilst Hermione gave him a manipulating stare. "I mean, I didn't mean it."
"If you insist." Hermione smiled, happy to gain an apology from Ron.
Mimicking her under his breath, he continued. "Mum hates us saying a dirty word, she said if we ever need to say something offensive, we should misplace the word with the first non-dirty thing we can think of."
"So, how exactly did you think of grasshopper?"
"That's easy, Harry's got one on his clothes." Ron pointed opposite the carriage where Harry Potter was sleeping quite peacefully on the seat. His infamous scar was camouflaged under his growing hair and his mother's eyes were in completely serene under his eyelids.
"What?" Hermione jumped from her seats whilst Ron laughed.
"You're such a girl, I was only joking."
She sat back down and crossed her arms, quite crossed. "For you information…I am a girl!"
"Will you guys just shut up?" Harry half shouted as the sound of Ron and Hermione bickering once again, woke him up.
"Sorr-ee. But to be fair, It was Hermione's fault." Ron insisted.
Hermione scoffed. "My fault? You were the one that –"
"Will you two just pack it in already?" Questioned Harry getting annoyed.
Any comments? Opinions? I haven't written in ages so I feel like I can't write properly. Egh.
Spoiler: "Who the heck are you?" "How do you think I am?" "Avada Kedavra."