enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 2: Flying To Hogwarts

Felicity's POV

September 1st, 10:15 a.m.

"Felicity! Neville! Wake up! The train leaves in forty-five minutes!" Gran shouted. "Again, Gran? Seriously?" I groaned loudly. Every year, I swear. Only 45 minutes to get ready. Really? How unrealistic.

Okay, I can't exactly say she's been doing this every year, since this is only my second year going to Hogwarts, but she did do this last year, and she'd probably have done this if Neville and I had ever gone to Muggle school.

The whole scene, however, made me feel a little nostalgic. Exactly a year ago, I had no idea I would be in Gryffindor. I had no idea I'd become best friends with Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. I had no idea how much I would love Hogwarts. I had no idea I would help Harry defeat Voldemort, which was one bloody hell of a surprise to all of us.

I sighed and flopped out of bed. Literally. I flopped. Like a fish. 'Okay, Felicity,' I thought, 'Not the best way to start off the school year.'

I trudged to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and changed into a simple burgundy t-shirt and some ripped jeans before glancing at the clock on my wall.

10:54 a.m.

My eyes widened and I ran downstairs. "The train leaves in six minutes! Let's go!" I hollered. Neville raced down with his shirt on inside out and his shoelaces untied, followed by Gran, at a much slower pace.

I grabbed my trunk and Marvin's cage and stepped into the fireplace. A tight fit, but not unbearable. I reached for a handful of Floo Powder before throwing it down and shouting, "Kings Cross Station!"

~*~

I arrived there quickly, followed an instant later by Nev and Gran. We hurried to Platform 9 ¾, and I just barely saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley run through the barrier before they disappeared. Harry and Ron were there, too, and they just seemed to notice me as Neville and Gran ran through the pillar.

"Hey," I greeted, "Let's hope Hermione got there before us to find a compartment." Ron and Harry nodded, agreeing. Harry took a deep breath, looking back at me and Ron for reassurance. We gave him identical, encouraging nods. He took another deep breath, and I began growing impatient. "Come on, Harry, you're not a first year!" I scolded, "Go!"

He nodded and ran towards the barrier, Ron and I following.

Until we crashed. Into the hard, rock pillar.

Or at least, they crashed, into the unforgiving wall of bricks. I, on the other hand, stopped my trolley before it could further add to the chaos commencing on Platform 9 ¾. Marvin hooted loudly as I did, glaring as much as an owl could possibly glare at someone.

"Oi!" an angry voice called out, "What do you three think you're doing?" A chunky man who had previously been assisting an elderly woman with her luggage stalked over to us.

I raised my hands in mock surrender. "It wasn't me, good sir, those two idiots just lost control of their trolley's. I apologize for the inconvenience," I said, my words polite enough but laced with sarcasm. He scrutinized me before nodding, accepting my apology, and waddled off, muttering about teenagers. I stuck my tongue out at the back of his bald head.

I turned back to Harry and Ron, who were rubbing their sore limbs and re-organizing their luggage. "What the bloody hell happened?" I asked, glaring at the two of them. "How should we know?" Ron said incredulously, massaging a place on his shin where a bruise would surely form.