" I'm not ready for this," Harry laughs, the four friends standing on the platform. " Just don't get us almost killed... again," Arabella jokes, looking from the train to Harry. " We'll be fine!" Hermione chimes in. " Go on," Molly rushes, " before you lose your room!"
The Weasleys, and friends, say a variation of goodbyes to the Weasley parents. Arabella is the last to turn toward the train as she takes in a final look at the platform. " Arabella, come on. Let's go," Harry nudges, pulling at her shoulder. " I'm coming," Arabella responds in an off toned voice. She feels a weird wave wash over her as she turns to face the train but brushes it off, it's probably nothing. As she approaches the door to the cart her train cab is in, she looks to the right. Her eyes meet a pair of cold green eyes, a pair familiar but not friendly. She's attended school with the young boy as long as they'd been there. They've had classes together, passed each other in the hall and made fun of each other just like most students there had. They had a past that not many people knew of, a friendship ruined by something they had no control over. A friendship that had spanned over the first 11 years of their life. That was until the sorting ceremony of their first year at Hogwarts...
" 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚘𝚢..." 𝙼𝚌𝙶𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕, 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢... 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔. "𝚂𝚕𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗!"
"𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛..." 𝙼𝚌𝙶𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙰 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜... 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝. 𝙰 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. " 𝙶𝚛𝚢𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛!"
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FanfictionCharmolypi; (𝘯.) " 𝘑𝘰𝘺-𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸"; A mixed feeling of happiness while being sad; regret and repentance of past wrongs that simultaneously fill us with hope and the light of forgiveness " Do you think she's happy with him?" Ron lo...
