Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommended both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.
This story takes place after the war.
Evie POV
We had landed in the middle of an open ended breezy alleyway, that smelt suspiciously like urine and other unmentionables, and I felt like I needed to get out of the area, immediately. My skin was crawling; it was a horrible feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. Jase nudged my arm, and led the way towards Kings Cross Station, and the weather was better than I had expected, honestly, as I had been told that usual British weather was a bag of shit. The sun was out, which was a surprise, but the air held that typical chill that made me regret not wearing a sweater over my shirt, simply because the cool rattled my bones. Thankfully, we only would have had to shuffle through a few streets, before getting to the warmth, and I was glad for it.
Upon our entry to the overcrowded train station, Dylan bumped me, carefully, moving me out of the way of a few diligent-looking businessmen and stated, sternly, "Come on, we've got to find Platform 9 & 3/4, which takes us from the Muggle part of the train station, through to the Wizarding world. Once we get there, its up to us to find Lucius and Narcissa, who'll deal with you from there."
Blinking up at him, I sighed, deeply, "So I ain't gonna see you guys till Christmas, then?" and I felt my eyes prickle with tears. The thought of not seeing either of them again made me feel like I was going to implode in on myself with pure unadulterated sadness.
He pursed his lips, sadly, and threw his unoccupied arm over my shoulder, pressing a discrete kiss to my hairline, and answered, quietly, "No, Widget, you wont, but we can send letters. I promise! We're going back to our family's home in Athens, so we'll right to you from there, sweetheart. Don't get too sad about it, Widget, we'll always love you, and nothing will change that."
My heart warmed at the sentiment, and I kissed his cheek, along with Jase, who, as he usually did, stood stoically, off to the side, with an identical grin on his face. He bumped his forehead with my own, and I couldn't help but let the traitorous tears fall. Mumbling to myself, I groaned, "I didn't wanna cry," then, lightly, of course, shoved his face away from my own, "Stupid."
While we walked, I pulled my camera out of my backpack, switching it on, and capturing a few snaps of my closest amigos, and the people passing us by. The oblivious people around me - muggles, I corrected, quietly, in my mind - who had no idea what kind of splendor surrounded them at every given moment. I could see it now. And I wasn't even near any specific kind of magic here. It was beautiful. It felt like happiness, and sunshine, and rainbows, and all that other poetic horseshit. It was beautiful, it truly was.
I felt the wand that was, covertly, tucked into a secret zipper in the back of my backpack, vibrate and shiver, like it were an actual sentient being, rather than a simple piece of wood.
Hell, simply calling it a piece of wood felt blasphemous, and it made me sick. It was so much more than that. It was like an extension of myself and now that I had been shown the true extent of the power nestled deep inside of my being, I could never part with it. Over the last month, I had done everything with it. I slept with it beneath my pillow. I twirled it between my fingers, mechanically, as I ate. Hell, when I went out skating, which was my most private, intimate, personal time that I spent just reflecting on everything, I had it in my pocket. Just in case.
It wasn't even like I had anything major to worry about; I was safer here, out of the Wizarding world, than I was inside of it.
Nobody knew who I was. They couldn't have. I would have to tell them of my true heritage for anyone to realise my vampire-Veela blood lineage, and that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Apparently the Veela and vampire blood within my body was counteracting one another every moment of every day, meaning that unless the amount of adrenaline within my being elevated over a certain point, my true nature would never be shown, and I silently hoped that that would never occur. There was nothing I would hate more than to lose control of myself, and do something I would regret later.
It was strange though. I always felt my other parts there, inside. Like they were constantly awake, watching over me and protecting me in ways that my mates couldn't, especially considering we havent actually consummate the bond between us.
Simply thinking of the act made me blush brighter than a bitch, and I hated it. Prior to this, I had never been squeamish over the topic of sex, I just was never attracted to a guy enough to go all of the way. I've never even thought of having a boyfriend, until these two popped into my life. Over the years I had come to the abject conclusion that I was a lesbian, and that thought never really bugged me. But then, after having my first kiss being with a pretty girl named Angie in the 7th grade, I found that it wasn't for me, either. There had been literally zero attraction between me and any member of either gender, and it was infuriating. I had been 14 when, I came across the phrase 'asexual', and labelled myself as such for the last 3 years, and I was fine with that.
Apparently I wasn't, because I havent met two people who turn me on as much as those two fuckers did, and it was driving me crazy.
Literally.
They were both polar opposites of one another; Draco's blonde, pale and perfect, whereas Blaise is tan, lean and delicious.
Jesus, could they be more perfect? What did I do to deserve such perfect men? Like.. Who did I make happy for them to bless me with this? I just don't get it, but I ain't gonna question it because, truthfully, I was kind of scared that if I said anything, they'd leave. And it was kind of embarrassing. That's why I didn't let any of them know about my discomfort, because I could only imagine the humiliation I would feel if they found out.
Shaking off the flush that blossomed over my face at the thought of them, I shuffled a little closer to my liaisons, who were rapidly approaching a very hard-looking, very firm, very real brick wall. Grabbing onto Dylan's overcoat, I asked, hurriedly, "Wait.. Are you insane?"
He was still walking towards the fucking wall, and I thought my heart was going to jump straight out of my throat and fall onto the cement beneath me. He stopped, tucking his arm around my waist, and forcing me forward.
"We. Don't. Have. Time." he accentuated each word with a forcible shove closer and closer to the brick, and said, "Watch Jase.. He'll go through first."
Turning towards his twin, who simply shrugged, smirked, then sprinted towards the pilaster.
And walked straight through it.
It shimmered, a little, as his body walked through, but beyond that, there was no specific change to the surface of the wall.
And that astounded me.
"You understand now?" an impatient Dylan asked, his left foot shaking in annoyance, and I nodded. He stated, "You first," then nudged me towards the offending column. Inhaling, briefly, I collected all of my nerve - or lack thereof - and stepped through the pillar. And what I saw on the other side was something that I could never forget.
Thousands of people; children, teens, witches and wizards alike, bustling, shuffling, tunnelling, torpedoing through the station caused the remnants of the exuding magic to willow and swirl through the air, and I inhaled, deeply, idly wondering why the air here smelt minutely different than that in the mortal world.
"Come on, the train leaves in literally six minutes," Jase said from behind me, placing a comforting hand on my lower back and, along with Dylan, who followed behind me seconds after I stepped through the portal, led me towards the large, red and black train that was parked in the station.
"I see Lucius," Dyl said, with a smirk, at my disgruntled glare, "Sorry short-ass."
Rolling my eyes, I found myself grinning, nonetheless, at the sentiment, and silently promised that I would get him back for it later.
As of now, however, I had mates to worry about.
Remembering all of Cissy's lessons, I recollected the way in which a true pure-blood is supposed to act within company, and it took every fibre of my control to stop me from shooting through the crowd and kissing the life out of my men.
But who would blame me? Who could?
As the crowd parted, paving our way towards my mates, and I noticed how everyone naturally veered out of their way. They stood like the proud, regal monarchs that they were, drawing in attention almost as much as they frightened them away. Little kids skittered around the Malfoy's, almost as if they were afraid of being hit for their discrepancies. What surprised me, though, were the absolutely livid, hateful glares that they were receiving from the majority of the witches and wizards who drifted past them. Their stares held nothing but scorn and promised a painful, torturous death, and I wanted nothing but to protect the virtue of my mates.
How dare they think anything less of what is mine? Who did they think they were?
I was surprised at the intensity of my hatred for those magical beings, and I had to shake my head of the homicidal thoughts that flittered through my mind.
Nothing good would come of me changing here, and attacking the people around me. They'd probably jab me with a taser and lock me up for the rest of my natural life.
And that's a no-go, honestly.
So I brushed it off, and carried on walking towards my mates, and my extended family, my head held high and my eyes fixed on my target.
Two especially delectable looking Dark Creatures, who were staring at nobody but me. They weren't giving their attentions to anything, or anyone but me, and it made my skin flush with embarrassment. Their parents were talking between them, but they didn't care. They couldn't care. And I loved it.
Draco cracked a diminutive smile, and crooked a single fingers in my direction, and that had me running straight into his arms. He tucked his arms around my waist, pulling me up, so I was off of the floor, and he span me around, slightly, then whispered into my hair, "I've got you now."