Power and Persecution [1] || Harry Potter x OC x Draco Malfoy

4. A Friend

DISCLAIMER

I do not own Harry Potter ... but if I did I would be able to afford Tesco meal deals

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Just as Dumbledore had left her, Bel sat alone in one of the train compartments for what seemed like hours until other people began to filter in.

The girl had put her belongings into the holder above the cushioned seats and had Gus in his cage placed opposite her.

One after another, sometimes individuals, sometimes groups, would walk up to the sliding glass door of her compartment and peer in.

When seeing it was occupied, they quickly moved on without a second glance.

Bel would be lying if she said she wasn't slightly disappointed that she had remained on her own for as long as she did.

Surely someone would have to enter and greet her at some point.

It was true that she preferred being alone.

But being alone in an entirely new world heading off to a school full of strangers after being given a very shocking talk from said school's headmaster was very different to being alone in the orphanages where she was raised.

The thing that would make it all easier on her mind would be someone to talk it through with.

Someone who knew what she was going through.

Someone who was as foreign to all of this as she was.

It would also be a lie if she said that she was helping her case.

Bel was currently sat with her legs up on the seat, her knees pulled into her chest as her head leaned back against the side of the wall as she gazed out of the window at the bricked wall of the station.

Not a very welcoming stance.

As time went on, she became more and more accepting that she would be spending her first journey to Hogwarts on her own.

Well, almost on her own.

"I guess it's just you and me then Gus", Bel spoke to her owl who tilted his head in response as the train set off.

"I have a feeling I'm going to be saying that a lot over the next few years", she added.

Suddenly, she heard that same faint voice whisper her name.

Mabel.

There was no convincing herself it was Dumbledore speaking this time.

She was alone in the carriage.

And it certainly wasn't Gus.

"Who said that?" Bel spoke almost in a whisper. She couldn't believe she was talking to thin air.

But then again, this world was magic.

Everything she thought was crazy was suddenly normal.

Everything she thought was impossible was indeed possible.

Your friend.

The voice spoke again.

It was a man's voice.

Not one she had heard before.

His tone wasn't inviting or sweet.

It had a certain menace to it.

"Where are you coming from?" Bel asked, using a whispered voice again.

Isn't it obvious?

It was almost impossible to describe the feeling, but Bel felt a sort of strong pull towards her inner jumper pocket.