𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐞 | 𝐇.𝐏.

𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟏 - 𝟏

"Alexandra, darling. Come."

Mother's stern voice carried from the drawing room. I brushed a speck of dirt off my white lace collar, and lightly walked through the door, back held straight and chin held high.

"I'm here mother," I replied graciously.

"Good, good. Take my hand, and Draco, take your fathers."

I looked over to my twin brother. He was already in his pristine robes. I smiled, imagining the Muggle's faces when they saw an eleven year old boy in essentially a black dress. 

"Ready?" Father's cold voice rang out. "One. Two. Three."

I was sucked into darkness, my lugs contracting, my brain folding into itself. Then, I was released, and breathed in the atrocious scent of reeking rubbish.

"Oh, mother, why do we always have to Apparate into the back ally?" I complained, already knowing the answer. I simply wanted to whine about it.

"It won't do any good to complain when you already know we can't have any Muggles seeing us," Father scoffed.

"Sorry, father," I muttered.

The four of us walked briskly out from behind the stone wall, and I was careful to not scuff my perfectly polished black shoes on the concrete.

We made our way into Kings Cross Station, and I wrinkled my nose at all the dirty blood surrounding us. Nevermind Mudbloods, these were plain Muggles. Not a drop of magic in their veins. I almost gagged when a Muggle man in a drab grey suit brushed past me.

I walked past platform 1... 2... 5... 7... still gripping tightly to Mother's hand. I didn't want to have to let go once we reached the train.

We stopped at the wall between platforms 9 and 10, and I inhaled a deep, shaky breath. 

"Get next to Draco, Alexandra. Your mother and I will push your carts in behind you," Father said, to both me and my brother.

"Yes, father," we said in unison, and began walking towards the structure. I reached for Draco's hand as we disappeared through the stone, and he squeezed it back. The comfort of his hand was not the same as mother's cold embrace, but admittedly better.

We emerged onto a thronged platform, filled with students of all ages, and hoards of parents wailing to say one last goodbye to their children. Mother and father didn't deal with all those dramatic pleasantries. 

I felt a pang deep in my gut that I hastily shoved away. They still loved us, of course.

"Draco," father said quietly, his arms outstretched. They hugged quickly, and then father kissed me on the cheek. I turned to my mother. 

"Have a splendid time, darling," she whispered in my ear as she clutched me tightly to herself. She smelled of expensive perfume and delicate alcohol. 

"I will, mother," I responded quietly. I then untangled myself from her and straightened up. No use fretting over school. I would have Draco, and that's all that mattered.

I numbly followed Draco onto the train, as one last warning whistle blew. We stood together, waving out to window to our parents, until the tracks turned and their faces were replaced with thick pine trees sprouting up far past the clouds. 

"Shall we go find a compartment?" Draco asked, staring right into me. 

"Yes. Perfect," I agreed emotionlessly, and followed him down the crammed hall. We bumped into multiple other others on the way, and I hoped dearly that they weren't anything less than pureblood.