Finding the Magic (a Clexa hogwarts au)

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Clarke inhaled the smoky scent of the trains at King's Cross Station. The day had finally arrived. Not only was it the day Clarke would finally be able to go to Hogwarts, she secretly hoped it would be the day she would see Lexa again.

Clarke pushed her cart forward. On it sat her trunk, owl, and a carry-on bag. The trunk was massive, with lions, badgers, eagles, and snakes carved on it. The ornate details, Abby had told her, were all hand carved  by Clarke's father. The trunk had once been his, and had sat in the attic of their house until it was Clarke's time to use it.

The night before, Abby had dragged the massive object out of the attic to present to Clarke. With it, she gave a serious warning.

"Clarke," Abby began, and Clarke knew it was about to turn into a lecture. "You wanted to know why I've kept your true blood hidden from you all of these years. Well... It was to keep you safe. The wizarding world is dangerous. There are good wizards, and there are bad ones. The bad ones aren't just petty thieves or gangsters. They're murderers, evil down to their core. Your father he..." She trailed off. "You aren't ready for that part of the puzzle, yet."

"Dad wasn't evil, was he?" Clarke asked, suddenly growing angry.

"Oh no, not at all. He was the pride of Gryffindor! First in his class, prefect, head boy. Not an evil cell in his body," Abby reassured her. "I would tell you, Clarke, but that is for another time. Just please promise me that you won't get mixed up in the wrong crowd..."

"I won't mom," Clarke said, ending the conversation by dragging the trunk to her room and stuffing it with all of her clothes and supplies.

Now, Clarke was finally grasping the momentous importance of this upcoming year of schooling. She knew that her mom was worried. From what Clarke could guess, her father might have been killed by these "evil wizards." Perhaps she didn't want Clarke to get mixed up with them? Or maybe she didn't want them to come after her? Either way, Clarke knew she had to be careful.

Clarke snapped herself out of her own thoughts as they approached the barrier that Abby had told her leads to the train platform. Abby pulled her daughter into a tight hug. She couldn't follow, since she was a muggle and couldn't get through the magical barrier.

"Now, Clarke, you need to run straight through the barrier and you'll reach the-" Clarke cut her off.

"I know, Mom, you've told me six times already," Clarke's eyes softened as she realized her mom was just worried about her.

Surrounded by dozens of businessmen and families, muggles, Clarke turned from her mom and gazed at the barrier. A determined look etched itself onto her face as she strode forward purposefully. Flinching slightly right before she hit the barrier, Clarke was soon on the other side. A massive red train engine sat before her.

The sounds of hundreds of students and families filled her ears. Clarke's chest expanded with excitement and anticipation until she felt as if it would burst. Cats twisted themselves around their owners' legs. Clarke swore she even saw a lone toad hopping past her foot. Students were climbing into the train through various doors, or were standing on the platform talking, most likely discussing their summers. She twisted her watch around her wrist nervously. The watch had once been her father's, but her mother had given it to her the night before to remember him during this year at school.

Suddenly a short boy with long black hair styled in a bowl cut shoved past Clarke, shouting someone's name. He turned around slightly to shout an apology to Clarke as she let out an indignant huff. The boy continued running until he reached another boy, clearly a friend of his. He threw his arms around him, acting as though he hadn't seen him in forever.