The Ambitious (Peter Pevensie)

𐇵 Chapter One 𐇵

Warning* Attempted s*icide

𐇵 Downside of Unrequited 𐇵

"It's okay to be nervous, you know." A Mum laughs softly, straightening out her daughter's red jumper. "I was nervous my first day, so was your Dad."

"Dad wasn't nervous," the eleven year old disagreed. "And neither am I."

"If you say so, Sweetie." Her mother smiled brightly at her, so brightly it still shocked her to her core that her Mum was in Slytherin. They were supposed to be evil after all. The Mum turned towards her oldest child, James, who was busy talking with his Dad. "James, dear, come give your Mother a hug. I'll miss you while you're away."

"Mum," James had whined. "There are people watching."

"James," Dad scolded firmly, yet his eyes still held their comfort. "Give your Mother a hug. Now, Dia, come here."

The girl almost immediately gravitated towards her Dad, jumping into his awaiting arms. She had always been closest with her Dad, she wanted to be just like him when she grew up. As brave and as kind. "I'll miss you Daddy," she whispered to him, blinking away tears.

"I'll miss you too, my Little Potioneer."

He set his daughter down, allowing her to make her way to the giant steam train, waving back at him before allowing James to drag the brunette deep into the train. Releasing a nervous breath of air, she sat in an empty compartment.

"Can I sit here?" Looking up, her eyes lock with grey, a nervous grin playing on his lips. Regulus Black, he introduced himself as. Just one boy in a million, yet that one became her best friend and she will forever be grateful for that empty compartment.

And just like that, her nerves fluttered away.

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A brunette stood in front of a mirror, playing with her slightly waved hair as she tried calming her nerves. This wasn't her first rodeo, Hell, it was her fourth but it never got easier. Try as she might, Hogwarts just wasn't her home. Not like it was for others. The castle just left her a homesick feeling.

"Dia?" A knock sounded on the bathroom door. "You okay in there?"

The fourteen year old nodded to herself, tucking a few loose strands behind her ears before voicing her thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine."

She unlocked and exited the bathroom, reality crushing back onto the brunette as she came face to face with a concerned blonde, blue eyes staring deep into her brown compacting guilt farther into her throat.

"Lydia–"

"Evelyn," Lydia greeted softly, pulling her Gryffindor quidditch jacket closer, wrapping her arms around her torso. "Bathrooms all yours."

"I don't need it," she says quietly, eyes trailing over the brunette before sighing. "I just wanted to check up on you. We were worried."

Lydia cracks a grin, nudging her best friend. "At least I got Evelyn Elcher to look up from her latest novel. Chill, Lyn, I'm okay. Just a tad bit homesick."

"I'll always be here for you, Dia." Evelyn tells her. "Just say the word."

"I know, and that's why I'm saying right now, my word is good." Lydia smiles, reaching her hand to open the train compartment she was resigning in. "You're a good person, Lyn, that's why I keep you around."