Yves is new to Hogwarts. No one is ever new to Hogwarts. Sirius Black knows this probably better than anyone having had nearly all the eligible girls at Hogwarts. But there is something about this girl that is a little bit different, there is a dark...
Hi Everyone! Welcome to the Emotional Rough Ride that is The Immeasurable Marauder. I wrote this a while ago and thought I would edit it and upload it. There are 3 books in total in the Yves Fleury Chronicle. So here we go...
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~SheShakes
I sat on my huge trunk at Platform 9 ¾ waiting for the train to Hogwarts. Like nearly everyone on the platform, I was magical. Unlike nearly everyone on the platform, my family was not there with me to wish me well for the coming year. This was my first year at Hogwarts but, unlike all the other new students, I was not in first year. I was a special case from a special family. What that actually meant was that I had to transfer from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic where I had spent my first four years training to be a Witch, to Hogwarts where not only was I the new girl, I was a new girl in a school where there is never a new girl. Sure, every year each Wizarding School has their intake of first years but it never happens that a student has to transfer schools. Like I said, a special case.
As for the special family, well, that was another story entirely. As I watched the happy families on the platform I couldn't help but think about my family and the events of this past summer. My family as it was would never be there to wish me well. My mother would never hug me with tears in her eyes and tell me she would miss me. My father would never be proud that I was top of my class and tell me to keep it up in the coming year. My brothers, worst of all, wouldn't be there to protect me if I needed them or give me a hard time simply because I was their little sister. If I ever saw them again... No! I thought to myself, I'd never see them again. I could only pray that I would never see them again.
I was exhausted and the school year hadn't even begun. I put my head in my hands and stared at my shoes hoping that by looking away I wouldn't have to think about my family any more. Suddenly I heard a something scrape against the concrete floor and cussing.
"Oh my god!" he said, regaining his balance and running a hand through the black hair that framed his handsome face, "Can you move this stuff out of the way, people are trying to walk here." His scowl only emphasized his attractiveness but he didn't meet my eyes, simply regained his composure, straightened and continued bounding down the platform to a boy and his parents. I watched him as he gave the boy an enthusiastic hug, patting his back heartily before breaking away laughing. This, I thought dejectedly, was something I would have to endure these first few weeks. I'd be the shiny new toy but I would also be the odd one out. Friendships at Wizarding schools were usually established early on in First Year. Being housed together, with people who shared similar traits as you meant that invariably you grew closer to your house mates than you did your own family. You know that saying blood is thicker than water? Not in the Wizarding World. Well, not always...
Finally the porter came to load my trunk and bags and I made my way onto the train. I found an empty compartment towards the back of the train, took out my robes and draped them over myself, and rested my head against the window. I was asleep in seconds.
A while later, I regained some consciousness and I became aware of my surroundings. I tried not to open my eyes because I wasn't ready to tell the lie I had so well rehearsed about why I had transferred to Hogwarts. So instead I sat there listening trying not to shift my position and keep my breathing even.
"No James," the voice said with some humor, "she is still not interested in you."
"But maybe she changed her mind over the summer." Said another voice sounding hopeful.
"Yeah mate, that's clearly what happened." Said another, deeper voice sarcastically, "I mean, it's obvious from the way she just told you to bugger off after you asked her out that she is desperately in love with you." It was the same voice of the guy on the platform.
"You think?" said the hopeful voice.
"Of course bloody not." Said the deep voice and three voices started laughing.
"Hey, let's keep it down" said the first voice, "she is trying to sleep."
"I wonder who she is..." said a fourth voice.
"Well, we wouldn't have had to wait if we had gotten onto the train earlier, would we Wormtail?" Said the previously hopeful voice.
"I couldn't help that my trunk broke Prongs." Said Wormtail.
"We told you at the end of last year that that old thing wouldn't last another train ride." Said the first voice. There was the sound of scuffling feet, severe exhaling and a thump on the floor.
"Mercy! Mercy!" said Wormtail's distressed voice while the others laughed.
"When will you learn Wormtail," said the deep voice "you can never beat us in a wrestling match.
"Some time later I could feel the train begin to slow down. I could hear the boys digging in their bags.
"Should we wake her?" asked the hopeful voice. There was silence for a moment and I tensed myself for what was about to come.
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"Um... excuse me," the first voice said with a gentle nudge on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see a handsome but gentle face looking at me intently. "Hi." he said smiling at me with kind eyes.
"Hi." I said back with a croak, my throat suddenly exceedingly dry.
"We're nearly at Hogwarts." He said, continuing to smile at me kindly.
"I thought you may want to put on your robes." I thanked him and lifted my head to look at the occupants of the compartment. I was suddenly very aware that I hadn't bothered to put on any makeup and I probably had lines all over my face from the contorted position I had been sleeping in. All of the boys were smiling at me. Three of them were taller than average, muscular and very handsome, while the other was short, round and out of place. By the way his eyes failed to maintain eye contact, I could tell he thought himself less than they did.
"I'm Remus Lupin," said the boy with the kind face. He was less showy than the other two tall boys but still attractive albeit a little pale and disheveled. "This is James Potter," he said gesturing to the lighter haired, of the other two. He was conventionally handsome despite his glasses, which somehow made him a little less perfect and a lot more interesting.
"Peter Pettigrew" Remus continued and Peter gave a small insecure wave, "And Sirius Black" he said finally indicating the tallest and darkest of the bunch. Sirius was smiling at me lopsidedly, his dark eyes on fire. He walked confidently forward and grasped my hand.
"Pleased to meet you." He said and shook my hand firmly.
"And you." I said releasing his hand and turning my back to him trying to busy myself by pulling out my robes. Of course it was Sirius Black. Even someone from Beauxbaton's knew who Sirius Black was.
"Um," I heard Sirius say from behind me, "who are you?"
The train suddenly stopped and there was a surge of noise coming from the corridor outside the compartment. James slid the door open, grabbed his bag and vanished into a sea of black robes. Remus and Peter grabbed their bags and followed suit but Sirius stood watching me, still smiling his crooked smile. I slipped my robes over my shoulders, straightened up, grabbed my bag from the floor, set my face and walked out into a sea of people. All the while Sirius continued to watch me, his gaze never faltering.
