There was one particlular day in September that St Pancras was busier on than others. It seemed to fill up, before eleven AM sharp, with children in strange uniform, alongside their parents. They would march through the crowds, going perpetually unnoticed by other people before being forgotten by those who had seen them as they were swallowed by the magical barrier between platforms nine and ten, emerging on the steam filled platform nine and three-quarters. That, amongst thick clouds and hurried footsteps, was where Andromeda found herself. She fixed her uniform so that it looked like her sisters, feeling eyes burning into her every so often. They, he and Bellatrix, seemed to be the only students already in uniform. It had been the same last year when Bellatrix had been waiting to get on the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Though she didn't seem to notice the gawping stares. She was too preoccupied being lectured on good behavior by Druella.
The Hogwarts express was a mighty train, that hummed on the tracks . Its harsh red was frightening more than comforting, almost warning the girl away. "You get to go on the train", grinned Narcissa, twirling her golden curls in her finger, "That's exciting".
"I suppose". Andromeda jumped as a group of boys shouted to one of their lost looking friends. She could feel her heart bounding against her ribs, and she found herself cowering towards her Uncle as a few elder students rushed by, cackling with each other. This was followed by a fizz of light in the air from some sort of magic trick that had been set on another student.
"Whatever is the matter?", Alphard , seeing the sheer panic in her eyes, drew thre girl towards a wall a little.
Mrs Lestrange, a large-nosed woman, came hovering towards Druella after spotting the Black from afar. The woman, after cursing Salazaar, did the best she could to pretend to be pleased to see the horrid woman. Though nobody was ever really glad to see her. They usually only conversed at the odd social event, and never quite willingly from Druella's part. The pair had always been pulled together by Walburga who wanted to get away from having to speak to Lestrange herself, and, by Merlin, could the woman speak.
"Nothing", Andromeda eyed the other children and families around them who seemed far more relaxed, "....I-I am worried...that's all". Alphard frowned at the girl, coming to crouch down a little to her level so that she could find comfort in his face.
"-And why are you worried?".
She held in her thoughts for as long as she could, before seeming rather like she were going to burst."...What if I don't like Hogwarts?", she blurted, looking over his shoulder for a moment as a group of girls cackled at one boy tripping over his own laces, "...What if I make no friends?...What If I am not sorted into Slytherin?". The last thought made her blood run cold. Every Black ever had been sorted into Slytherin. She would have hated to be the only one who had not been. It would have been the greatest dishonour- and Bellatrix would have never let her forget it. That was worse than being dishonoured.
"Sweet Andromeda", he placed his hand on her cheek carefully, "...What if the sun never rises again?- What if the sea dries up and all the fish die?- What if the moon collides with the earth?". All those events seemed cataclysmic in comparison to her worries. Alphard settled his brows. "You worry about such unlikely things. You will love Hogwarts...and anyone would be a fool not to be your friend...and you will certainly be sorted into Slytherin- not for your unkindness or any hint of coldness, but for your determination and cleverness. You are much like me in that way".
She took a deep breath, slowly nodding. "-And you will write?".
"As I said", he smiled at her, "I'll be one owl away".
Unbeknownst to anxious Andromeda, on the other side of the station Bill Prewett, a kind and sometimes excentrically natured man said goodbye to his children, joined by a nervous Deri Tonks, who always was uncomfortable being at Platform nine and three-quarters. People often guessed that he was a Muggle, and he did not do much to make it any less obvious. In fact, he made it horrifically obvious. Painfully, even. He may as well have had it stuck to his forehead. 'Look here for I am a muggle'.
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The Spellfull Sixties
Fanfiction'There is no good and evil. There is only power. And those too weak to see it' The Spellfull sixties ; a groovy time full of love, friendship, magic...and a Pureblood war? With the rise of Squib rights of course comes the rise of the opposition in t...
