Werewolves, Vampires, and Witches

Home Sweet Home

Skipper:

The snow falls relentlessly outside the train window as we zip along the tracks. We are about a half an hour away form King's Cross Station, and I'm siting with the girls while we wait for our arrival. At the moment, I'm trying in vain to ignore the infuriating Mr. James Potter. I still can't believe that he did that! What kind of person just disappears and treats it like a joke?

November passed uneventfully, aside from me treating James like air. Chelsea tried to get me to talk to him, but I refused. Other than that, no one really spoke to me much. I've become really introverted for some reason. I just don't feel like talking to anybody these days. Being social is such a chore, and I spend most of my time in the common room studying. The girls don't get it, but I can't be around people right now, which is a problem since I'm going to Lily's house for Christmas.

My parents are in America, visiting my Aunt Karen in New York. She's got pneumonia or something like that. I've never liked Karen much. She's a really repugnant, judgmental person that looks an awful lot like a monkey with red lipstick. I've only met her a couple times, but every time she comes around I'm forced to hide out at the skate park wit the weirdos that hang there. I can't stand my aunt! That's why I can't go to America with my parents, even if Karen is on her death bed.

I decided to just go with Lily over the holidays. Literally everyone is going to her house. Me, Anna, Ember, Ella, Rose, Hugo (although those are her relatives), Bash, Damian, Chad, and Chelsea. Her brothers don't really count since they live there, but Mr. and Mrs. Potter better have a large house. I'm not sure how they plan on keeping everybody in one place. On the plus side, I won't have a problem ignoring James with all the people around. It'll be great.

The train comes to a screeching stop, and I lurch forward in my seat, expecting a seatbelt to catch me. Except, the Hogwarts Express doesn't have seat belts. Falling forward, I expect to land on the floor, but I'm grown back by an unknown force. Ember has her wand raised after casting a spell to push me back into my seat.

Grinning, I say my thanks," That was quick thinking E.E."

The girls hate it when we call them that. It's hilarious to see them angry, although it can be quite scary to be on the other end of one of Ella's hexes. Ember just rolls her eyes and ignores me, but Ella's nostrils flare. She can't stand it! I muffle my laughter with my hand.

"You seem almost back to your old self, Skipper," Lily notes.

I shrug." I enjoy hanging out with you guys. You make me laugh."

"I hope you stay that way. I like the old you way better then you were last week."

The truth was that I did too. I just didn't know what to do with myself having gained all these confusing emotions. I couldn't decipher half of them, but I knew they revolved around James. He just wouldn't get out of my head.

We get off the train and stand in a cluster, all 13 of us, waiting for the Potters to find us. James comes up behind me, and I can feel his breath down my neck. This is how he tells me he wants to talk, but I'm not in the mood. So, I scowl ahead and pretend that I don't notice is hot breath on my skin. He usually accepts that I won't talk, but today he's being pushy.

"Skipper-"

I whip around fast, glaring at his forehead," No. Not here."

I don't look into his green eyes, afraid that they could convince me otherwise. Turning back around, I catch Chelsea's "look". She wiggles her blonde eyebrows at me, but I don't even react, except to roll my eyes. I stomp towards the girls, hoping they'll leave it alone. They do, and we wait.

A woman with fiery red hair approaches us, and I can't help but notice how much she looks like Lily. This must be Mrs. Ginny Potter. Her husband comes up behind her, looking like an older version of James. Albus is a cross of the two with Ginny's facial structure and Harry's green eyes and wild hair. I've never seen the famous Harry Potter in person, despite being friends with two of his kids (I don't quite like Albus. He's a little to much of a goody-goody in my opinion.) Anyways, I stare in awe at the celebrity. My eyes travel to the lighting bolt scar on his forehead, almost completely obscured by his thick black hair. I'm sure he's used to this by now, but I still feel rude. So, I turn around to look at something else, but coming face to face with James.

Why is he always lurking? I scowl at his chest and spin back around, having no other choice. I'm sure his parents are getting the wrong idea by him standing so close to me.

After introduction, we all shuffle out of the train station pile into a car. I remember hearing something about the Potters living somewhere in Grimmauld Place. I assume that's where we're going as we speed away, now 15 of us all together.
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We make it back to the house in one piece, thank God. I was worried that the car might tip over with all the extra weight. It didn't though, and we are currently standing outside in Grimmauld Place. Lily has insisted that they live in number 12, but no such number exists. There is a ten and an eleven, but the numbers immediately skip over twelve and go straight to 13. I'm beginning to think this is all rubbish when the building begins to move aside, revealing the once hidden Number 12 Grimmauld Place.