CHESHIRE | ❝A witch born for greatness or a monster born for destruction.❞
⤷ In which Elaena Dawson was born into lies and deceit, an inevitable doom some would say. Born into a horrid world with horrible people, yet she was pure as could be. The wi...
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PART ONE
⤷ TWO; hogwarts express ⤶
OH THE JOY TO HAVE MET HER FATHER IN HIS HAPPINESS. FOR IF YOU SAW HIS RAGE YOU WOULD SOIL YOURSELF IN FEAR.
September 1st 1938,
WITH HUNDREDS OF MUGGLES surrounding them pushing and shoving to their own platforms, not caring for the comfort of others. With her mothers snare people parted like flies that are about to killed, scared and frantic. Though Elaena's was too distracted by the sound of her heart spiking harshly.
Separation anxiety hitting her as well as the nervous breakdown that was bound to happen any moment. Watching as her siblings went through the barrier one by one, followed by her mother then it was her turn.
With clammy hands clutching her trolley as she made no move to enter the platform. Noticing her doubtful and overall sick expression, her father nudges her gently with a reassuring smile.
"You're right papa, Homeschool would be best for me." Elaena chuckles as if she told a great joke before turning to walk away from the platform, stopping when her father caught her arm.
"Love as much as I wish you could stay with me forever, you must attend." Laughing at her mixed expression, one that showed pain and irritation. "Don't want to be a hermit do we."
"Together?" Nodding with a huff, allowing her father to grab the trolly before pulling her into a run. Closing her eyes tightly as they passed through, the weird sensation washing over her body. A new but not uncomfortable feeling.
A small tap made her open her eyes and did the site in front of her take her breath away. The large train was surrounded by families much like the muggles rushing to board the train, students running to greet friends. Joy in the atmosphere turning her scared self into a rather curious person.
"Amazing."
SHOCKED EXPRESSIONS of the many families on the platform as they witness THE Joseph Dawson walking down the strip towards the bagging area with a petite brunette tucked under his arm. A beaming grin on his face as he spoke to the girl that he hugged to his side, not once had the man passed through the barrier, perhaps for his first born sons.
This was different man, the once scowling cold man, now a warm and loving aura surrounding him as he helped his daughter with her belongings. Once her luggage was situated, her father couldn't help but frown slightly at her.
"No my flower, this is where I must leave you." With a quivering chin as her once joyful expression turned sad.
"What if no one likes me? What will I do then?" Her soft whisper not only reached the ears of her father but the rest of her family, her siblings staring at the caged girl with pity while her mother with a cold expression.
