The third of January had finally come, finally it was time to head back to school. Yes, I was excited. You see, I was no ordinary student at no ordinary school. I was a witch. Yes, a witch who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But during the holidays I always ended up back in the care home I loathed so much. I had no idea who my birth parents were, I didn't even know if they named me before leaving me at the side of a road in Maine. I knew nothing about my past whatsoever. All I know is that I was found by a stranger on the outskirts of Maine, wrapped in a blanket, no note, no birth certificate, nothing. Somehow I ended up in England though, and on my eleventh birthday I was visited by a lovely wizard by the name of Albus Dumbledore who took me to Hogwarts and the rest is history.
Sighing deeply to myself I stretched and threw my legs of the small steel bed and hoisted myself up onto my feet. Glancing at the clock beside my bed I realised it was only 5:58am. It only took me thirty five minutes to get to kings cross so if I got ready and hit the road this early, I'd have the guts of three hours or more to kill at the station. Just as I was contemplating getting back into bed and lying down for an hour or two I heard the first baby begin to squawk, then the second follow suit, then the third...Grabbing my wash bag I made my way to the bathroom deciding in that one moment, the rush and noise of a busy train station was a lot more appealing than the sound of abandoned infants crying out for love. I hated it here, I hated not being able to help the younger kids, but how could I? I was still an orphan myself, still a lost girl as I so often thought of myself. I had no comforting words to give to those kids as I knew after seventeen years in care myself that it doesn't get any better for the majority of us. Sure, I was lucky, I had found a home in the walls of Hogwarts, I had found good friends I counted as the closest thing to family I had...but that's the thing having a sort of family, was not the same as having a family. Alas, I must push these thoughts from my brain, after fifteen or more failed birthday wishes, it was time I accepted I would never have a family of my own. My family, whoever they may be were not coming back for me, I mean as if they are even the type of people to feel remorse... they did after all leave me at the side of a road!
When I was finally ready, I rushed out of the large grubby house and made my way to Kings Cross. I would have over three hours before my train at 11am. I didn't mind though, I could grab a coffee and sit with my book. I loved Kings Cross, it's how I Imagined an airport to be, people hurrying along to grab a mode of transport either to go to work, school, get home to a loved one or whichever other reason they may have. It was a place to participate in the best kind of people watching. Once I arrived I made my way over to the small coffee shop situated just before the electronic timetables. I felt someone's eyes on me from my first footstep into the station. Clutching my wand under my top ever so subtly I made my way over to the counter, paid the greasy looking teenager at the tills and brought my coffee over to a small table hidden in the corner. I started to feel slightly uneasy as the feeling of being watched grew stronger and stronger. Looking around carefully, I couldn't pinpoint the location of my uneasiness. Perhaps I was imagining it? It was extremely early after all, and who feels right as reign at 8am on a Sunday morning? Shaking it off, I took a sip of my warm drink, letting the liquid flow down my throat, soothing me and keeping me warm. Smiling, I took my book out and opened it at the marked page. I got through two lines before I was overtaken with that feeling of someone staring at me again. This time, I was determined to find the source, I knew I wasn't imaging this. Looking around slowly, intently scanning every aspect of the crowded coffee shop I couldn't see any eyes on me. Was I going crazy? Just as I was about to go back to my book, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the most captivating bright sea blue eyes I had ever seen. Turning round in order to lock eyes with this perfect stranger I squirmed slightly as he continued to watch me, not once lifting his gaze from mine. A gaze so intense it took my breath away. I was mesmerised. I couldn't move, frozen in this one position. All I could see was those eyes, I couldn't tell you what this man looked like, every other feature was a blur, I couldn't focus my eyes on anything but those piercing blue gems. After a minute or so, it could have been hours for all I knew the eyes were gone, and all I could see was a retreating back of a man dressed head to toe in leather. Shaking slightly, I couldn't understand what had just happened. I had no idea who that was, or what he looked like from the front, but one thing's for sure, if I ever saw him again, I would recognise him immediately. And I wouldn't let him walk away that fast again. Dear lord, Bella, what are you thinking? He was just some stranger in a coffee shop. What are you, a stalker now? Taking a large swig of coffee with my quivering hands I shook the thoughts penetrating my mind away and did all I could not to focus on the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.