What Ever Helps You Sleep At Night- d.m

Chapter 3 - The Hogwarts Express

A/n
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I was abruptly awakened by the bright light of the sun and the screech of the curtains against the curtain pole. I squinted my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the light. I groaned and my mother stood over me, as I opened my eyes - talk about a nightmare. 

"Up, your father and I would like to speak to you before you leave." She said, her tone demanding and she looked closer at me, "Maybe do your eyebrows before you go to." 

ignoring her comment I rolled away from her and sat up, "Wasn't last night enough?" I sighed, stretching out my arms - after Draco and I came back I went straight to my room and he went back to his house, without another word. We didn't get caught and I personally don't think it will be spoken about again. 

"Just do as I say." And with that, she left. 

I dragged myself out of bed, my feet touching the cold, oak floor. I hopped from one foot to another, "socks. socks." I whined, as I entered my wardrobe and grabbed a pair of fluffy socks from the drawer. 

I stretched my neck out, hearing it crack and stumbled towards the bathroom. I began getting ready, taking my sweet time. The more time I took, the less time id have to listen to my father talk about my disgraceful actions. Maybe he will even add in a "We should disown you."

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I took an extra 45 minutes to get ready and skipped down the stairs, knowing I have to leave in 20 minutes. I had thrown on a pair of bellbottom, denim jeans and a white, knitted jumper. I left my hair down because I didn't want to deal with my curls this morning - id probably throws it into a messy bun later. I walked down the hallway, toward the dining room. the door sat open and I saw my parents sitting, already having breakfast. Robert sat at the head of the table, as usual, his ego is bigger than his bank account. My mother sat at his left, reading Rita Skeeta's new book, I rolled my eyes thinking about the absolute shite she has in those pages, what a waste of paper. My father sipped his coffee as he read the Daily Prophet, Sirius Black's face plastered on the form. 

"Morning." I kept my tone neutral as I sat on my father's right, breaking the silence. 

"Morning." My mother spoke sweetly, I wanted to roll my eyes but I didn't. My father folded up his newspaper, setting it down and my mother closed up her book, setting it down. Maybe they're sending me to conversion therapy, 'How to be a blood supremacist 101.' 

"You must behave yourself once you get to Hogwarts, Draco told us he'd keep an eye on you once you're sorted into Slytherin.." My father droned on about grades and pranks. I blocked him out as I ate a slice of toast. 

"Understood?" My mother spoke up, I nodded and swallowed my toast. 

"Yup." I rolled my eyes, gazing out the window at the rose bushes my mother so dearly loved. 

They talked about more things, like the new teacher and Sirius Black. It was time to leave so I finished up my breakfast, and finished up my quite hostile, goodbyes, to my parents as the elves got my luggage into the car. Robert had work, so he got me a driver to leave me to the train station. I wasn't complaining, especially since it was an hour's drive. I climbed into the car and sat lily, my owl, beside me. I pulled out my walkman - OlgeOlga gave me it for my birthday, he was half muggle. it was pretty cool, it played all the music I liked whenever I wanted. I put my favourite tape in and closed my eyes.

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i arrived at Platform 9 ¾, sooner then expected. My driver helped me place my luggage onto a trolley and walked me to the entrance. The station was bustling with muggles. My mother explained how to get to the platform, all I needed to do was run through the wall between platforms 9 and 10. So that was exactly what I did. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart pumping in my chest and ran head-first into the wall.