The Foreigner {Fred Weasley x OC}

4.

This morning has already had a rough start. Nightwell kicked open my door at nine in the morning saying I had to get packed and ready to catch the train at Kings Cross Station. I had to put on the same outfit I wore yesterday and shove everything else - unfolded - into my new trunk for the school year.

I trip down the stairs with my heavy trunk in hand, "Wait up, Nightwell!" I call out after the dark-haired man who never seems to care about waiting for me to catch up. I reach the floor and I have to push past a large family of gingers, apologizing all the way through until I reach the door where Nightwell is standing with a small smirk playing on his lips. For some reason, he enjoys torturing me, "Are you ready to go?" He says.

"You're not even going to-" I don't get to finish my sentence before he grabs my shoulder and we are sucked out of The Leaky Cauldron.

My feet touch the solid ground - and once my vision comes back into focus - it seems we have landed in an alleyway, "Are we in the right place?" I question.

"Yes," Nightwell answers bluntly and marches out of the alleyway. As soon as we enter the light of day again I can see that we are just in front of a large building.

"Kings Cross." The man explains and sets off for the door.

We walk in and move from terminal to terminal, not stopping at any of them until Nightwell suddenly halts his marching and frowns, "Run at that wall." He instructs.

"You want me to do what?" I choke out, looking at the wall he has pointed at. The wall between terminals nine and ten.

"Fine. I'll go first." Nightwell simply strolls over to the wall and with a blink of an eye, he's vanished. I look around me, "Nightwell!" I hiss as if he has just turned invisible for some type of joke. I shake my head, realizing that Nightwell has the sense of humour of a dead rat and that he has most definitely vanished through the wall. I've trusted him this far and I haven't ended up dead so... I run at the wall at a high speed with my trolley in front of me. I almost close my eyes just before I run into the wall, but I'm glad I kept them open because I run straight through the wall and onto a train platform.

"You doubted me." Nightwell's cold voice speaks as soon as I pass through. I whip my head over to look at him, "No I didn't!"

"I'll let you off the hook this time, Green." Once again he walks off without another word and leaves me in his dust.

"I do trust you! Nightwell!" I run after him, pushing my trolley along the way. We turn the corner and in front of us sits a large, red steam engine. Written in white lettering on the front of the train is 'Hogwarts Express'.

There is an exciting lurch in my stomach as we draw closer as if seeing this train really makes everything seem so much more real. I can't seem to wipe the grin off my face, but Nightwell quickly deals with that, "Stop smiling like an idiot."

My grin drops and I scowl at him, "I'm simply happy. Am I not allowed to be happy?"

"Not in my presence." I can tell that he is trying to hold back a laugh as he says this.

I smile back at him, "Too bad for you then." I skip down the platform. Just for once, I want him to follow in my footsteps. I reach one of the doors of the train and with the help of a couple of strangers I manage to get my trunk inside and on a shelf of an empty compartment.

I jump off the train and see that my messy, dark-haired guardian is waiting for me there. I walk up to him. After some thought, I decide that hugging him would probably seem inappropriate, so I chose to extend my hand for him to shake instead. He looks down at my hand as if I had just spit in it, but he shakes it anyway, "Thank you for everything..." I pause for a moment, "Clarence." I pull my hand out of his grip and run back to the train door before he can start to scold me.