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

Pulling up into the Hogsmeade Station, I noticed that it was like any other, honestly. Besides the obvious magical properties that I could feel floating through the air. Now that there was no human influence, and everyone that we walked by had some nuance of magic radiating from them. The station itself was entirely made of some kind of stone, and was built nearly ten feet higher than the average apartment complex.

As soon as we had stepped off of the train, we were met by man… Well, I guess he was some kind of a man. The first thing I noticed was his height. He was huge. Like.. Gargantuan in size. He had to be at least eleven foot tall, and was wider than a brick wall. He was bearded, and somewhat unkempt in his appearance, but.. He had kind, warm eyes that shone with great love and emotion for the younger children around us.

The first years, like myself, were startled, initially, by his hulking form, but once his booming bright, loud voice cheerily shouted, "'ello kids! I'm Hagrid, an' I'm g'na be your leader," in a nearly unintelligibly heavy accented tone, we warmed up to him, and I found myself grinning at him. He had to have been born deep in the country to have that strong of an accent, and it was endearing, to say the least.

Once the train had stopped, we had collected all of our shit, and shuffled off down into the deeper, darker part of a forest that surrounded the lower section of the station

A very intimidating, worrisome forest.

Especially considering it was nearly pitch black, and it was only eight in the evening.

What the Hell kind of place way this?

Thanks to my enhanced hearing, I couldn't help but notice all of the frighteningly loud, sharp sounds vibrating through the forestry, and I clenched Draco and Blaise's hands tighter in my own, feeling the clamminess settle in on the back of my neck from the fear that settled in my stomach. Blaise tsked, and nuzzled my cheek with the tip of his nose, and soothed, calmly, "Its alright, mio amore, we wont let anything happen to you. There is nothing in there that wishes to harm you.. You will be fine. We are safe, my love."

I only wished I could believe him. I wasn't used to such terrifying conditions, and I couldn't honestly say I was as all comfortable with it.

"We're getting a carriage ride around the Black Lake," Draco said, relaxed, "It's about an hour long journey, and it gets a little cold, so here," he handed me a thick woolly olive sweater. I quirked an eyebrow at him, mirth shining in my eyes, and grasped it from him, pulling it over my shoulders, and feeling the sleeves fall past my fingertips. Blaise chuckled, and helped me pull up the sleeves, evidently making me look even more like a child.

Draco threw his arm over my shoulder, and nudged my head with his own, endearingly, and I rolled my eyes, playfully, fisting his shirt in my hands, hoping that I wouldn't crease it too much.

Both of my mates were absolute lady killers in their uniforms; matching my own, except no skirt or tights, because come on, that wouldn't make any sense. They did, however, wear a similar kind of shirt, except their were long sleeved, and were cuffed with smooth opal cufflinks, and grey sweater combination, fitting their shoulders perfectly, cambering the fabric to each of their curves.

They were gorgeous, each of them. Blaise was taller, by nearly two inches, standing at a strong 6'6" and as broad as every imaginable fuck. Both of their slacks fitted to their bodies, and smart, shiny, Italian shoes on their feet.

They were so handsome. And they were all mine.

Once we were brought towards a wide expanse of water, as deep and as dark as Satan's shadow, I was separated from my mates, causing ample amounts of distress in both parties. Blaise had placed a firm hand on my shoulder, and said, "She stays with us," bravely facing he obviously-kind giant. The confused giant replied, calmly, "She has to go wit' the first years.. She ain't part of a House.. It's tradition."

Draco growled, under his breath, and responded, equally as firmly, "No. She stays. You go, you bumbling excuse for a half-giant."

My expression hardened, and I turned to Draco, shock written in my eyes, who was paying me next to no attention. His only focus was on the 'half-giant' opposite us, and I couldn't help but wince at the tone in which he used. I didn't like when he was this Draco. He said and did things that weren't in his character and I guess they frightened me in a way. He could be so cruel and cold when he wanted to be. And it was this Draco that made my heart clench in alarm, and not in the untainted love I usually felt.

Either way, they went back and forth, Draco slinging insults that had progressively gotten more and more biting and hurtful, and I felt more and more uncomfortable with every word being shared between them. I suppose Draco wormed his way through whatever loophole he needed to, and kicked up enough of a fuss to bug Hagrid enough to just let us do what we wanted, and the three of us were led towards the circular carriages, rather than being led into boats that would take me across the deep, frightening, freezing Black Lake.

I felt my wand vibrate in my bag as I approached the carriages, and began increasing in intensity as it did so. It got to the point where my bag was actively shaking on my back, so I reached inside of it, and pulled it out, caressing it slowly, hoping to calm whatever upset it was experiencing.

Once I looked up, though, I found myself face to face with a large, winged horse, with a skeletal body, and reptilian-like features. Its eyes were white, yet without a pupil, it gave off a chilling, ominous aura, however it did nothing but stare back at me, blankly, as if it were waiting for me to make the first move. My frame had frozen as soon as I laid eyes on the creature in front of me, and I whispered, fearfully, "What. Is. That?"

Draco looked around, curiously, yet when he turned back to me, his eyes were filled with nothing but gentle curiosity, and I pressed, "That.. Thing that's attached to the carriages. What is it?"

He stared at the space in front of the carriage, his eyes unfocused and frustrated, and ordered, "Describe it."

Before I could open my mouth to answer, I heard a dainty, distant voice lilt from behind us, "She's seeing the Thestrals, Malfoy."

I turned around, my eyes falling on a dainty, pale, petite girl, around my age, with white blonde hair, and very, very light blue, distracted eyes, covered with a pair of bizarre looking glasses. She smiled, dreamily, and asked, "Are you new?"

Nodding, briefly, to which she simply grinned, and replied, "Watch out for the Nargles.. They get a little testy around this time of the year because we're kind of loud. They live in the trees around here, so be careful," and walked away, with a small pep in her step.

Draco groaned, and said, certainly, "She is mental, I swear it."

I was still watching her while he spoke, and I simply pursed my lips in response. She was a strange one, indeed, but. I think I liked it.

Turning back to the dark beast attached to our carriage, I stood in front of it, feeling my skin prickle in a momentary lapse of fear, before raising my hand into the air above its mane, and it bumped its cool, slick head against my palm. Grimacing at the sensation, I ran my fingers through its thick, long black mane, and noticed how thin its skin actually was. The slick, leathery texture of it made my stomach curl, but I found the friendliness that resonated from its magical core enticed me. It secreted a light blue, almost pure white light from its pores, and I trailed the details in its skin.

It huffed, a little, in happiness, probably because someone was actually playing with it, and paying it some kind of attention, and its wings flapped open, startling me, slightly, and I jumped out of my skin. I ran my fingers past its bony shoulder blades, and traced the details of its body, with the care that I gave my pets at home.

"You.. Are.. Beautiful," I sighed, happily, and he, I guessed, heaved out a heavy huff of air, and I bumped our noses together, affectionately. He liked me, apparently.

Blaise placed a light hand on my shoulder, and said, firmly, "We do not see what you see, mio amore. Thestrals only appear to those who have witnessed and accepted death.. Have you seen someone die, Evie?"

Shaking my head, minutely, I answered, "No.. I haven't. I don't think so, anyway.. Well.. Juju's mother died in front of me, but that's about it."

"Juju?"

I shrugged, "My eldest dog. I told you about her, briefly, but I didn't tell you her name, I guess."

He smirked, briefly, and reached out for my hand for me to hold, and I did, clasping my fingers inside of his much warmer one, and sighed at the sensations that shared between us. Draco grabbed my other hand, and shoved it into his much warmer pocket. Looking up at him, I smiled, lovingly, and said, truthfully, "You two are life-savers.."

They both grinned, and pressed light kisses to my temple and the crown of my head, respectively, and helped me step up into the annoyingly high carriage.

"Up we go, love," Draco said, with a smile in his voice, and he tapped my butt, playfully, receiving a faux-outraged exclamation from me, and I settled into the plush seat. Draco sat opposite me, and settled a snoozing Jude onto the table in front of us, whereas Blaise slid in besides me, and they each held one of my hands, lovingly. Theo and Pansy cuddled in afterwards, holding hands and living in their own little world, full of fanciful love stories, and whatnot. It was adorable, to say the least.

Remembering my earlier annoyance with Draco, I scowled at him, for a very long moment, before he blinked, and asked, worriedly, "Have I done something, love?"

Shrugging, I asked, pursing my lips, annoyed, "I don't know, did you?"

He looked at Blaise, frantically, and stammered, nervously, "I-I don't understand what's going on.. What did I do?"

Growling, lowly in my chest, I answered, angrily, "You talked to Hagrid like he was a sack of steaming shit!"

He sighed, in relief, I think, and said, "Sweet Salazar, I thought you were going to say that you were still mad about earlier."

I rolled my eyes, I asked, completely ignoring his relief, "Why did you talk to him so badly, Draco?"

He shrugged, like he actually didn't know what the problem was, and said, "I didn't lie.. And he was pissing me off," and at my scathing glare, he amended, "Alright.. I guess I was being a bit harsh, love, but.. I don't really know how to watch my tongue. I've never had to, love."

Staring at him, like he had grown a second head, and he gave me an adorable half-smile, before drawing small circles in my hands, before apologising, "I'm sorry.. I'm an only child, and I rarely ever get told no, so when he was trying to take you away, even for half an hour, I didn't like it, so I reacted without thinking, so I will apologise for that."

Not really convinced, but not in the mood for any more arguments, I sighed, and retorted, "Fine.. It's fine. I just didn't like it, that's all."

He nodded, taking it on board, and jerked, silently, along with the rest of us, as the carriage began moving, and our journey to Hogwarts truly began, on the back of a bat-like horse mix, inside of a circular, pearly-white carriage, with my vampire and Veela mate, in front of my telepathic Minaguar.

Jesus, what happened to my life?

When did it get this nuts?

But.. I had to say that it was finally fucking interesting, to say the least.

Fortieth chapter, woo!