𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? (𝘑. 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳)

0.1 | Where's My Love

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0.1 (Late again, are we?)

Polaris White, a girl with long black hair arose with her messy locks in her face. The sun shone brightly into her room from a large window that was directly next to her bed. A smile so bright it almost outshined the sun looking down at the girl.

"I'm finally going back to Hogwarts," she whispered to herself full of glee and hope for her future, something that didn't happen during her time away from the school.

Her brown curly hair was quickly tamed by her wand. She put on some classy yet comfortable slacks and a white flowy blouse that buttoned up to her throat. She slipped on a pair of Mary Janes and white ankle socks to complete the look before giving herself one more glance in the mirror. She saw a girl with cracks for a moment, turning her head and she was quick to leave her room.

The young, soon-to-be fifth-year walked down the stairs as politely as she could manage. She refused to start an argument with her mother, Elara White, so she sat down quietly and ate breakfast as she usually did.

"Do you have everything packed like I asked you to Polaris?" Elara asked firmly, taking a sip of what appeared to be a sparkling, bright, and vibrant orange juice.

Of course, her mother was always one for dramatics and had it in a champion flute decorated with oranges and salt around the rim of the glass. In a way, she was similar to any other pureblood of sacred heritage.

"Yes, Mother, I should be heading on my way to the platform. White is never late," Polaris said, excusing herself as she did so.

Her mother simply nodded and went back to eating her breakfast with her father, Cyrus White. He was quiet and shy and never spoke more than a few words. Polaris always assumed it was because of what he witnessed training with the Dark Lord all his life. Polaris always wished to never speak to the Dark Lord as he was known to punish those he deemed weak or unworthy. She shivered at the thoughts racing through her mind as she walked down the stairs, her house elf Blossom carrying her bags for her.

She made her way to the station with her parents at her side, and everyone stopped to stare at the family. Cyrus and Elara hardly ever made appearances, and this was sure to make the front page of the Daily Prophet. That's what Polaris hated about her name. All the unnecessary popularity was overwhelming.

As the girl made her way to a compartment, someone pulled her in and locked the door. "Late again, are we?" The familiar yet mysterious voice questioned her. The girl looked up to see a familiar blonde-haired, icy blue-eyed boy, Evan Rosier, one of her few close friends. As soon as she registered who it was, she engulfed him in a tight hug and smiled

Evan was someone she was able to find comfort in. He was strong yet caring and had been looking out for her since before Hogwarts. Their families are extremely close due to their long heritage. He was the only one she felt understood her pain and her suffering. They had a bond that ran deeper than anyone knew.

"Ev! I missed you so much, " she said, pulling away in awe of his presence and just how much she truly missed him. Staying away from someone you cared about was difficult. Polaris and Evan had spent this summer separated due to travel schedules.

"Same to you Polaris how were your travels? Didn't see any mud- muggle-borns, did you?" he said, stumbling over the word muggle, trying to make a change for the girl

Evan grew up a pureblood just like Polaris, one of which was considered sacred blood he had been used to using the slur whenever he pleased. Things changed when they got to Hogwarts and realized how wrong and twisted his childhood was, and so with Polaris's help, he made the effort, even for a small thing as a name change. That was what Polaris loved about him. His willingness to change was something she greatly admired about him.