I stand on the platform 9 and ¾ and stare at the red train in awe.
I've heard stories about it, but I never imagined it to be that magical. And trust me, I know magic! I've lived among it my whole life, and I've had some great teachers. I can almost bet Hogwarts teachers don't know half of what my family does.
Next to me, there is a slight gasp of amazement. That is my cousin (not by blood, but I still like to think of him as such) Scorpius, he's five and most of the time a huge pain in the ass (DO NOT TELL MY MOM I SAID THAT!). Just kidding! He's a cool kid. And his parents, Uncle Draco and Aunt Hermione, are some of the coolest people I know. I think they know the answer to any question you could think of! And boy, do they know magic! I've seen Auntie Hermione do stuff, most wizards only dream about. I think that is why they both work as spell breakers for the Italian ministry. They have two children, Scorpius as I mentioned, and a three-year-old cutie pie Lyra. She has the wickedest hair I've ever seen. It's pure blond but a fizzy curly!
They are all here today, sending me off. My Italian family, I like to call them.
Let's see. I mentioned Draco, Hermione, Scorpius and Lyra already. Then there is Uncle Theo and Auntie Sofia, she is a muggle. Uncle Theo met her in the Saturday market, eight years ago, and I was told it was love at first sight. Ugh! Auntie Sofia is the best pizza cook, but she usually refuses to cook because she thinks it's so 'cliché', since she is the only true Italian in our family. They have a daughter, Simona, she is four.
I'm eleven years old and believe me, I can't wait to spend more time with people my own age! All my cousins are a lot younger than me. I love them to bits but…you know what I mean…
Then there is my family. My mom is the best mom ever! She plays quidditch like a pro! And you should see her Bat Bogey Hex! Even auntie Hermione can't match that! Once, she got mad at uncle Theo because he had forgotten to take our dog, Sirius, in for the night, and he had chased the gnomes around and the garden was a mess! I think uncle Theo never recovered from that… But if you now think my mom is cool you should see my papa! Mom told me he's not my real father…you know, by blood, the same way my cousins aren't really my cousins…my real father is a war hero called Harry Potter. Mom and Hermione told me stories about him, and I've read about him from books.
But I don't really care! My papa is my papa never mind the blood! And he is my favorite person of all! He tells the best stories and shows me the best tricks. And he teaches me to fly and to play quidditch! He told me that all the Hogwarts houses are good, and he'll be proud of me if I just try my best. He never really gets angry, but when he stares at you in a certain way and doesn't laugh, trust me, you know you're in trouble. And then he tells mom and mom does get angry for both of them! But it's rare! I'm a good kid!
Oh, and I almost forgot, I have a sister too, she's the same age as Scorpius and her name is Marie. When she was smaller I envied her because papa was her real papa and she had the same skin color as he. But then papa told me I'm every bit as much his son as Marie is his daughter, so I got over it quite quickly.
Yes, my family is noisy and yes, they tend to argue about stupid subjects, like which one is better Gryffindor or Slytherin, or can you put pineapple in the pizza... But I love them to bits! And I wouldn't change them for anything! Except for Hogwarts…yes, definitely a ticket to Hogwarts! Luckily, I'm already almost on the train so I don't have to think about that!
Oh, and did I tell you my name? It's James...James Bond! Haa! I always wanted to say that!
Well, really, it's not Bond...It's a way cooler: it's James Harry Zabini.
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Draco watched the hassle and buzzle of the station, remembering the first time he was here quite vividly.
"Dada?" His daughter was in his lap, trying to get his attention.
"Dada when me?"
"When is it your turn?" He laughed, "Not in quite a while yet, dear."
Gone were the days when he was uneasy with children…when he was uneasy with people in general. And the days when he couldn't even dare to dream about a family he had now. The days when he thought he'd lost everything, when everything was just ahead of him…
He glanced at Hermione holding hands with their son. Before Scorpius, he had thought he couldn't get any happier…and then he came along, and there were a whole set of new colors in his life again. He had been scared he wouldn't know how to be a father, since he never had a good model for that. But Hermione told him to look at Blaise, who never had a father at all, and still managed to be a great father for James…who wasn't even his. He had realized a valuable lesson, pity that Blaise, too, had heard her…After that, no one ever dared to claim James wasn't really Blaise's son.
"Can you imagine, it hasn't changed a bit." Hermione came to stand next to him.
Hermione…His wife…after all these years he still couldn't believe she was really his! That he actually had her and she was not running away. That despite his emotional lockdown and difficulty of talking about feelings, she had still patiently worked her way through to him. Somehow, he had found himself looking at Blaise with James, and actually wanting that for himself too. She had believed that he could be a great father. And as if it hadn't been enough, she had told him she wanted to name their children after constellations, like the Black family tradition was. And more over she had added she wanted their children to be Malfoys. So, he took the hint and asked her to marry him.
He looked from his wife to Theo and Sofia, who seemed to be in awe about all the magic around her and then to Ginny and Blaise, kissing their son goodbye.
His advice for getting the life you wanted? Screw up everything. Wonder aimlessly, be blinded by what you've been thaught and don't ask questions. Decide you don't really want that, and then nearly die in the forest. That's a good start… You can boost the odds by calling the girl, who dragged you out of that forest, all sorts of names while she tries to save your life…
Or you could just admit to yourself, it was her you wanted all along. Saves you a heck-of-a-lot of trouble!
I'm just looking to live to learn how to live
Slowly starting to see it's me
I will need to forgive
Cos it seems like I'm stuck here between
what I know and what I cannot know now
With too many choices of which way to go,
insight's a no show
I don't need a miracle,
I'm much more predictable,
I just need you to show me this life
And if you ain't too critical,
we could be something beautiful,
I just need you to show me this life
Take me home tonight
~Poets Of The Fall, Show me this life~
A/N: This is it! The end! Hope you found it satisfactory! I want to thank everyone who have stayed with this story! Thank you for reading! Kisses!
