Veracity

Oliver's Train Ride and a Rather Odd Fellow

Oliver's Point of View

I got onto the train. Today I was heading to Hogwarts for the first time. I was going to reach my dream. I was going to be a star quidich player for Gryffindor it has been my dream since I was a young child and my parents had taken me to a Chuddly Cannons game. Sure they were an awful team, but I didn't mind it. I wanted to play for any team that would have me, I was plenty good enough. My biggest fear was that I'd turn out to be a total bust.

I walked into one of the few empty compartments and saw there was one man in there. He was a muggle so he wasn't supposed to be here. He held a present and I felt sorry for the kid that was getting it. Once you'd had magic, muggle just wasn't good enough anymore. He had a picture of a young girl in all black, her eyes were a dark almost black colour along with her hair, it would have been a curly mess if it had been let down but it was tied up and the girl's small face showed too much knowledge for her age. I ignored the man, knowing that he was most likely unaware of what his daughter was. He sighed looking out the window and I ignored him for the most part.

"I ride this train every year to see my little girl. After her mother died she wouldn't come home anymore. She went with her mother when we divorced and stayed at the school, learning and being far to grown up. You're about her age you know," he told me, sounding like an old professor even if he was only about 30, though that is pretty old. He looked at the present.

"Well, she would be a bit young to be a student if she's been there for years. Are you sure she's about my age?" I asked him, he nodded and I remembered that sometimes muggles forgot things as they got older. Maybe this girl had been a first year but had grown up a few years. That made sense, no one but teachers lived at Hogwarts all year, right? I smiled at him and he sighed.

"She wasn't a student until this year. Her mother used to teach but, she died five years ago with my little Truth and the girl never got over it. I brought her home and she couldn't cope. She was wandering around the house looking for ghosts or house elves. She was looking at her empty plate as if she was asking it to fill up and sometimes it did. She never did what she was supposed to, I gave her a dress and she made it into a skirt and blouse. I handed her a broom and she tried to fly. In the end I sent her back. I see her maybe twice a year." He told me, he continued with how beautiful his little girl was and how she only deserved the best. I tried to listen but in the end just zoned out while this muggle talked about his daughter. It was strange how this man could talk about her for hours. I saw we were getting close to Hogwarts and put on my robes over top of my clothing. There was a small girl waiting on the platform, she looked like you could fit her through the eye of a needle and her hair was an untamed mass of curls. She looked like if she had a coulourful skirt and a white blouse she could be a gypsy from a movie.

"Father," she called out, pitching her voice to be heard but not to be loud and rude, the man looked down and saw the girl before smiling and opening the window to hand her the present. She smiled and blew him a kiss shouting she loved him before running off and disappearing. I couldn't fallow where she'd gone so I just waited for everyone to be off before we were led by a giant of a man to enchanted boats. I got in one and ended up beside a boy who was as mad about quidich as I was. We talked the whole way there, only pausing once to gape at the castle. I was looking for the girl I'd seen blowing a kiss and running off but she wasn't in any of the boats. I sighed thinking she could be a ghost that just never grew up.

We were led into the foyer and saw so many paintings and moving stairs. I wished I could fly in here but there were rules. There was a stern faced woman who greeted us. I'd heard of her from past students. She was the meanest teacher other than Snape. We were led into the great hall as the feast was starting. We all stood around waiting for our names to be called. There was no organization of how people were called, the first name was one that surprised me.

"Veracity Elm."

I saw the girl who looked like she was small enough to fit through the eye of a needed walked forward, her robes showed they were hand made by someone with talent and her hair was a wild mess that showed her nature. She walked around with a rough broom that looked like she had made it herself. It was a shock to see her after how fast she'd gotten away, she must have ridden her broom back. Her little head was almost swallowed by the large hat that was put on her head. It covered to her nose then waited for a moment. I could hear it muttering something about the poor child before making up its mind.

"Ravenclaw!"

The table started hooting and hollering for the small girl, she smiled and walked over to an empty seat. One of the prefects wrapped an arm around her and she smiled up at him the way so many girls did to their brothers.
Sorry, I didn't think that it was that long. Um, I know this belongs at the begining of the story but I don't own anything but my personal character. Please read and review.