Dark and Light--A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Chapter 2-Going to Hogwarts

"Hoot. Hoot."

Evie looked up at the sound of an owl hooting to see her strange, black-feathered blue-eyed owl flying towards her at full speed, something glittering gold attached to its right leg. She held up her right wrist, and the black owl landed on it steadily.

Evie gently untied the red string from the owl's leg and saw that it was a golden ticket for a ride to Hogwarts on Platform 9 and 3/4. "Nine and three-fourths," she said aloud skeptically. Then she shrugged. "Well, whatever. I know what that means, but whoever came up with this ticket idea sure is dull. Where'd you get this, Pluto?"

Pluto, her owl, hooted, and she sighed when she remembered that Pluto couldn't talk. "Never mind. Doesn't matter. Let's go, Pluto. Where's Neptunia?"

As if on cue, a silky figure slinked out of the darkness and over to them. "I'm here."

Normal people would have freaked out and said, "No way! How is a cat talking?! I must be dreaming!"

Goes to show that Evie's not normal. Or it's the fact that she's the one who accidentally cast the accidental spell that allowed Neptunia to talk.

Flashback

Four-year-old Evie walked down the alleyways of Diagon Alley, strutting with an annoyed look. Even at this time, she was still a complete trouble-maker who didn't care about others at all.

She walked around when her 20/20 vision spotted movement in the darkness ahead. She blinked once before heading over cautiously, scooping the silky black cat from the dark, holding it in the air an arms length away from her. "Your name is Neptune now," she told it matter-of-factly.

Suddenly, a notch in her belt came loose and her third wand (she only had three at the time) dropped to the ground with a clatter and a small spark of blue sparks.

Evie sighed, leaning down to pick it up and dropping the cat when--

"You know, just out of preference, I think I'd rather be called Neptunia."

"Neptunia has a nice ring. You're one smart cat. You're coming with me after all, Neptunia," Evie ordered, sticking the wand in her belt. "Let's go."

"You are one fussy princess."

End flashback.

...and that was pretty much how the story went down.

"How do you guys want to get to the station?" Evie asked her pets as Pluto hopped onto her shoulder and she lowered her arm.

Neptunia licked its silky fur calmly. "Enter like a witch. Ride a broomstick. Better yet a Firebolt."

Evie considered this. "That actually sounds really cool. You're genius, Neptunia. Come on, guys, time to steal a Firebolt. Eh, I guess we should say, in quotes, 'borrow.'"

***

After forming an image in her mind that she was invisible to Muggle eyes, she zoomed through the sky above the busy crowd of Muggles on her newly stolen--ah, sorry, permanently borrowed--Firebolt broomstick, Pluto on her shoulder and Neptunia tickling its chin with its tail next to Evie.

"Place is full of Muggles," Evie grumbled to Neptunia.

"Pretty much," Neptunia purred in agreement. "It's a Muggle train station, after all. Oh, look, here we are, Platform 9 and 3/4. Meow."

Neptunia gave a convincing meow (talking or not, she was still a cat), remembering the rule that she wasn't allowed to speak to any other Muggle or wizard except for Evie as Evie directed the Firebolt downwards towards the ground. Facing the third wall in Platform 9 and second-to-last wall from Platform 10, there was a large family of redhaired wizards and witches standing before it. The lady who was obviously the mom was directing her children into the wall, where they immediately vanished through the wall. But from the crowds weaving in and out, it was hard to tell. Right then, a boy ran up to the lady--a familiar looking boy--and asked her a question, puzzled. The lady laughed.