The Ice Queen [s.b.]

↠i'm thinkin' of you, like all of us do, 1.33

January 29th.

Falling. That's all that Anna feels as she succumbs to sleep. Blackness all around her. She wouldn't even know that she's still falling versus floating except the window of light above her that's getting farther, farther, farther away.

Then she hits the ground with an oomph! Glancing around her, she realizes she's in King's Cross.

A three year-old version of herself pulls at a 16 year-old Jeremy's robes.

"But, Jerry! Don't leave!" she whines. "Miss you too much!"

An unfamiliar boy who looks suspiciously like a Weasley laughs loudly as he walks over.

"Hey-a, Lee-Lee," the boy says warmly and Jeremy grins down at her. The boy crouches so he's at eye-level with Anna. 

"Arty!" Anna squeals, wrapping her arm around his neck.

"Hey, Weasley. Surprised you're not with Molls," Jeremy teases, smoothing his robes since Anna had let go.

Arty Weasley picks Anna up, placing her on his hip. 

"Eh," he shrugs. "She's with her brothers. They scare me."

"Right?! I feel bad for Hogwarts once they arrive. They're completely on the same wavelength. They're going to dominate the entire school," Jeremy agrees.

Anna smiles. "Are we on the same way... wave... What was the word again?"

"Wavelength," Jeremy answers. "Meaning you're thinking the same things. And of course we are, silly. How's your magic?"

"Mother cast 'nother hidey spell and taught me how to do the one that sounds weird and makes things FLY!" Annalee exclaims, oblivious to how illegal it is.

Arty and Jeremy exchange looks. "Wingardium Leviosa?" Jeremy guesses.

"Yes!" Anna says in excitement. "But it's Levi-OH-sa, not Levio-sah."

Jeremy holds his hands up in indignation and Arty chuckles.

The train blows, and Arty sets Annalee down.

"Bye, Lee-Lee," Arty and Jeremy say together.

As they walk away, Annalee hears Jeremy murmur to Arty, "Arthur, we've got to get her out of that house before they do something permanent to her."

"Yeah," Arthur agrees. "People her age shouldn't be learning that advanced of magic. It's just not right. She'll either go as crazy as Grindelwald and be as powerful as the Dark Lord, or she'll be better than Professor Dumbledore himself."

The audio fades out, and Annalee feels herself falling again.

She crashes again, this time in her own room. She's humming to herself as she draws a picture of Jeremy, which is entirely too good for a three year-old.

"Annalee! Get down here!" her mother calls.

"Coming!" she responds, running out of her room and down the stairs.

Before she rounds the bend and into the kitchen, she smooths her hair and dress down.

Anna walks into the kitchen.

"Your brother and that dirt-bag Weasley will be here in a couple of minutes. Be ready. Your father is angry with Jeremy again. Please stay in your room," her mother begs in the most dignified way possible.

Annalee frowns. "Is father going to make Jerry hurt again?"

"Maybe. I just want to keep you safe, Anna," her mother says sounding almost... scared.