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Quick AN: For the first few chapters the character's picture will be in the media.  This picture is Teddy Lupin.
This chapter is pretty long,  as we introduce Teddy and Clover, two very close friends to Anastasia.
Remember that the story will be told in Ana's pov unless told otherwise.
Now enough rambling.  Enjoy! 

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I stand between platform 9 and 10, waiting for Clover. As the muggles walk by the platform, they cannot help but gaze into my trolley, my black and silver trunk with my first and last name initials stand out; the Hogwarts crest hiding under the owl cage. Onyx waits impatiently to be freed. She is a Pearl spotted owl, dying to fly away from the station.She like me, hates being locked away from the world. I look at the clock for the third time, it's almost eleven and Clover has not arrived. I can smell the rain coming up, the clouds blocking all the sunlight.

“Dad, I got it, it's okay. I’m going to miss the train” the familiar voice makes me look up, i smile as i see Clover with her black hair in a ponytail, while her parents, wave at me.

“Can’t you magic people turn back time or something?” Mr. Lee says, in deep thought.

“well...Yes, but not really...It’s hard to explain in five minutes. See you for Christmas, Mr. Lee” I say, smiling. I quickly hug Mrs.Lee, and we rush through the wall.

A heavy cloud of steam streaming from the Hogwarts express hits us as we rush up to put our trunks inside the train.

“What took you so long?” I ask, once inside the carriage. Since we were the last to enter, we now have to walk up and down the train looking for a place to sit. At this rate, we might end up sitting with some first years.

“Mum made me double, no,  triple check my trunk. Turns out I was forgetting my robes.” I look inside one of cabins and quickly realize i know that little human anywhere.
“Here, let’s go in here” I say. My nephew, Scorpius , sits alone in the cabin, his eyes gazing at the window, not looking at anything in particular.  “The closest thing i get to that is Draco reminding me to feed my nephew whenever he visits the manor. Right Scorpi?” The blonde kid rolls his eyes at me, turning his back to me. Clover and I sit across Scorpio, placing my legs on top of Clover’s lap.

“ You do have elves to pack, no? I wish I had someone to pack for me. Hell, even for chores.”

“I’m slowly wanting to trade my house elf for a mum.” Aunt Narcissa said my parents died during the Battle of Hogwarts, but i’ve never been able to know who they were. Judging from the history of the Malfoy family, I doubt they were good people.

“Well. Technically my mum is everybody’s mum. You should really spend a muggle summer with me.”

“Ha. If they find out about you know what, they would probably kick me out. Which wouldn’t be a problem. The Malfoy manor is not the greatest place to live” I quickly eye Scorpius, who seemed interested in our conversation. He’s not a big fan of muggles, and finding out my best friend is a muggle might not be a nice topic for our next family reunion.

“Muggle summer. She’s a mud...?” the blonde kid asks. I pull out my wand, pointing at his face.

“Silencio” I say calmly. Scorpius's voice banishes, his eyes screaming at me to stop. I look at Clover trying to apologize for his almost rude comment. She laughs, rolling her eyes.

“Ana, it's okay. It's not the first time, I've heard it from a slytherin family. I just forgot he didn't know.”

“Well, Draco doesn’t really mind anymore, but Lucius might as well kill you himself if he knew.” The rain begins to pour, making the outside world seem like a dark underwater tunnel. I keep my nephew under a spell for the whole ride, every now and then asking him questions, and laughing at his facial expressions.Now I see why Slytherins like to pick on the first years. I guess i can see why some of my classmates think i was sorted into the wrong house, but being a Ravenclaw is the best thing that has happened to me. Finally, someone in the Malfoy family is not in Slytherin. But then again, I don’t know anything about my parents.

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