A/N Hi again, hope you enjoyed the last chapter and will enjoy this one. Just for the record, Edwin Campbell is an OC.
I'm gonna try and update regularly, but that probably won't happen so bear with.
chapter 2
Edwin POV
We arrived in a damp back alley on, wether wise, an average English evening. It took my a while to get my bearings, but when I did, I was pretty sure we were not far from the Leaky Cauldron.
"where are we?" Asked Nico, I forgot he had never been to London before - unlike me. I grew up in the UK, my dad was a wizard and we lived in a manor house in Lancashire until Death Eaters burned it down when he wouldn't join their cause, despite being a Slytherin who specialised in the dark arts (due to our ancestor: Hades). My father died a few years after that and I went to Camp Half-Blood in the States - it's nice to be back in the mother country.
"we're a short walk from the pub, now, just for the record, anyone who isn't a witch or wizard is a muggle, don't start calling them mortals, we need to blend in, hence the robes. If in doubt let me do the talking, I grew up in this world, at least until you've done the reading mum set you so you know what's what a bit more" I tried not to over offend the guy about his lack of knowledge about this world.
"deal, my accent might make me stick out anyway over here, I presume this Hogwarts doesn't often get exchange students"
I lead Nico through the London streets, trying to avoid the many drunks as possible running into us - London was a precarious place on a Friday night with everyone trying to bring in the weekend with a mega hangover. After all this time, I could still remember my way like I knew my way around Camp.
Finally we reached the pub, from the outside it looked like a wreck that was like hundreds of years old. I suppose it's also a wreck inside, but not half as bad as it looks.
"we're staying here?" Asked Nico, horrified at the sight of the derelict inn with the sign that was barely readable over the weathering of the decades and rust.
"yeah", I replied with a slight laugh and pushed the door open to reveal the inn. It seemed that Friday night in the wizarding world was no different to anywhere else and the inn was full of drunk witches and wizards, not where two twelve year olds want to be when they don't really want to sleep because to them it's still 4pm to them because of the time difference.
As quickly as possible we punched through the crowd toward the bar to get checked into our rooms that Hecate had got for us. I dealt with Tom - the bartender - and got our room (separate beds) and we headed up.
We were on the top floor - we could get away from all the noise up there - it was nothing special, just a wood door with a painted number 30 on it and behind it two single four poster beds on each side of the room, a window over Diagon Alley in the wall and a door leading to a bathroom.
"Nice", said Nico, walking toward the bed that housed the black and silver trunk that had N. DiAngelo printed on it as I made for the bad with the similar trunk with E.J. Campbell -Edwin Jamie Campbell. "What's that a view of?" Nico indicated to the window
"Diagon Alley, wizard shopping street, we'd have got our school stuff but mum already bought it for us to save time, its a great place though, if we weren't five hours ahead here and it really was still 4pm not 9 I'd show you, but you'll have to appreciate from a distance instead pal".
With that I opened my trunk and pulled out the reading mum gave us about our cover ups for the year and Nico did likewise, looking longingly out of the window all the while. I, on the other hand, flopped down onto my bed and began to read:
Edwin Jamie Campbell, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry cover up story.
Use the first six years of your life before camp, living with your father in a manor house with his job at the ministry and your comfortable life. When he died, you went to live with your mothers cousin, Nico's parents: Hades and Maria DiAngelo.
you lived in New York from where Nico's father sat on the ruling council of wizards in America and was in charge of the prisons. Until now you have been educated at the Olympus Private Institute of Magic but the DiAngelo's believe you would fare better at Hogwarts where you will be starting in second year.
good luck, from Lady Hecate
not overly hard to remember, I suppose, I thought putting it aside to find Nico heavily engrossed in a book on the history of magic, I left him to it.
My alarm clock woke us up at nine o'clock the following morning, two hours before the train would leave for Hogwarts. neither of us were too pleased at being roused at - what felt like - 4 am, particularly after not getting to sleep until 2 am as we weren't used to the time difference. I had mostly been telling Nico about the wizarding world and getting him up to speed on so e basic spells so it wasn't obvious he was a complete beginner. Anyway, time to go to school.
we went down to the bar and ordered a full English to fuel us until the trolly came round on the train, where we had been provided with enough money to buy more that enough. I have to say, I was really excited about going to Hogwarts, I'd heard so freaking much about it, and I was finally going. Breakfast happily residing in our stomachs, we grabbed our stuff from our rooms and headed down, our rooms had already been paid for by Hecate so we just left.
"we're gonna nip into Diagon Alley to find a side alley for you to shadow travel us out of, we need to go to kings cross, platform 9 3/4 if you can", I said taping the appropriate bricks to get us through I to the street beyond.
thankfully so early on a Saturday morning there wasn't many people around to see Nico's look of amazement as he stepped out into the street for the first time. Yeah, it's normal to have that reaction the first time, but people would ask questions when a second year who's about to go and so should've been to Diagonal Alley several times before at least has that reaction. As I said, we were lucky there wasn't that many people.
once we were safely out of sight, Nico shadow traveled us to the platform, it was now quarter to eleven (we took ages getting up and dressed and eating and other various shit it takes you ages to to when you're tired - you should try it some time if you think we took ages!) by the large clock on the platform. There weren't too many people here yet, and those who were were seeing their kids on the train and away
That was part of arriving slightly early, no giant crowds seeing two twelve year olds materialise out of shadows despite not learning the wizarding equivalent until you're seventeen and not meant to do magic outside school until then either.
when I said all the people who were there were looking at the train and seeing their children onto it and saying their goodbyes, I meant most of them were. Unfortunately the one family who weren't were looking directly at us, there were three of them with white blonde hair and a son our age, the father's long hair tied back in a pony tail and the mother looking like she had smelt come thing bad, all of them with pale skin: the Malfoys.
A/N dun dun dun *gasp* the first kind of cliff hanger. Hope that doesn't kill you with anticipation of wanting to find out more (don't die on me guys).
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