"James wake up, we're almost there..." Lilly is shaking her brothers shoulder, not violently, but enough to make him stir, "you have just about 5 minutes to change into your robes." James' eyes flash open and he looks around the compartment. "I didn't sleep the whole trip" he catches the deep brown, almost black eyes, "did I.?" Lilly turns to talk to her friend Skye, who was still looking at James, but gets interupted by Lilly hitting her on her head with her quidditch magazine. "Lilly.!" she let out a small gasp. Lilly began to laugh, but then sharply turns to James. "You have 4 minutes now." Albus jumped up and summoned his robes, he walked out of the compartment and slowly closing the door behind him, catching a glimps of Skye and Lilly laughing. Skye Watters has been the Potters' neighbors since Lilly was 3 months old. She grew up with them, and pretty much spend all day every day for the past 14 years with the Potters. Her family had moved to England from Italy, she was not Italian, but always said she was. As James was walking to the the loo, he walked by an opened compartment, but paid no mind to it. "James, come here." James could tell it was his brother Albus calling for him. James turned around on the balls of his feet, and stuck his head in the compartment, "Yes, what is it, I have like 2 minutes to get changed." he looked at his brother frustrated.
James could still remember the summer before Albus' first year, he would cry and shake in fear about being put into Slytherin. "You'll be put in Slytherin, and the whole family is going to disown you.!" James loved to tourment his brother about Hogwarts, and always would exagerate what Hogwarts was all about. He told him that during classes, instead of using inanimate objects for practice, they would use first years. Albus was once so excited to go to Hogwarts, and his brother always tried to make him fear it. Of course Harry would tell Albus differently, and told him not to fear Hogwarts and Slytherin.
"I want you to meet my girl," Albus flashed him a wide grin, "this," he pointed to the girl sitting next to him, "is Rein, Rein Sill." Rein flashed him a quick smile and resumed staring, more like drooling at Albus. James tried not to look at the people sitting in the compartment, he knew that Malfoy and his goons were sitting along side Albus. "Pleasure, well I got to run." James sprinted to the loo while taking his shirt off, to speedy up the process. Albus looked at Rose, who was eyeing Reese Zabini. Albus chuckled, and then turned his attention to Scorpius, "What kind of mischief are we going to be doing today.?" Albus gave him a smirk, "Well lets just say that the first years are not going to be welcomed warmly." Scorpius gave his famous cunning smile. He stood up and started grabbing his things.
The train arrived at Hogwarts, and all the students could be heard, it started off loud, but then Hagrid's voice could be heard through out the train. "First years, over here, all First years." Hagrid ofcourse was still a proffesor at Hogwarts. Lilly and Skye were walking arm in arm, when Scorpius stopped them, "Potter. Watters." He aknoledged them. "Malfoy." Skye nodded at him. He quickly pushed in between them and locked arms with them, "Do you want to hear something, that no other Hogwarts student knows.?" Lilly looked at him and smiled, Skye seemed amused but just looked at him. "Well, there's going to be another Tri-Wizard Tournament here, an-" Lilly cut him off, "You're not 17 yet, so why are you all excited about it.?" He smirked at her, "Well you do know that my family is high in Hogwarts and the Ministry, he got them to lower the restrictions to 16." He gave them a triunfant smile, and walked away. Skye looked at Lilly, and her got big and her smile grew larger, "You know what that means, don't you.?" Lilly gave her a blank stare. Skye just shook her head, but her smile didn't move, "There's going to be a ball..!"
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In Snakes I Bathe (next generation, Harry Potter.2)
Fiksi PenggemarThe next generation of Harry Potter. How everybody's life's intertwine. Love, misfortune, chaos, friendships and the expected yet unexpected. p.s. does not read like a script, reads like a narrative.