I was dared to love you

Chapter 2

We arrived at the train station in a slick black car that my brother owned. His new phase was cars, but pretty soon it would be abandoned. That's the way it always was with my brother.
He couldn't drive, but my father knew some things about driving. That's why he was in front of the wheel, with my mother in the back with me.

"Get your stuff,Skylar." He said in his gruff, angry way of talking when we arrived at the station.
I complied wordlessly, just like I was taught to do.
My trunks along with my two pets attracted a lot of attention from the muggles, but there was nothing I could do to stop that, was there? If I whipped out my wand and performed a concealing charm on them people would see them suddenly disappear. And I didn't need a harsh word from my father that cut through me like a hot knife through butter.
I attempted to calm them down, taking my pretty little barn owl out of her cage and letting her perch on the handle of the trolly, and picking the cat that meowed desperately from inside her carrier, out onto the top of the trunk. I knew they wouldn't run away. I fed them, they loved me.
However, if my father could find anything to fault me on, this was one of those moments.

"Put those filthy creatures back into their cages."

My voice quivering, I replied.

"But father...you always say the chatter annoys you and now they're not making any chatter-"

His dark eyes glared at me and I knew that if we weren't in front of so many people I'd be getting a beating. I didn't push him, but I revelled in my small victory over him, but obediently put both animals back in their cages.

When we arrived on the platform it was heaving with students and parents, trunks and animals. All the excitement made me happy. I knew I was going to a better place, one where I was loved and cared for. It was just a shame my brother had to join me there. But he wasn't nearly as confrontational as he was at home. Deep down, he was a wimp. I was a slytherin after all, and even though he was too, I paid attention in classes. I was smart, and he was quite a few sandwiches short of a picnic. It was easy to trick him into leaving me alone. Just two terms ago I made him believe I was really a vampire, and the idiot was too scared to notice that I certainly didn't have an issue with sunlight and garlic bread. I had to stifle a chuckle at my memories, and instead began to walk towards the train with a newly found spring to my step.
My blonde hair billowed out as I ran towards the train, my trunks floating calmly behind me and onto the train's luggage compartment. Inside her carrier, my owl (who I ironically named flight) screeched in a way that I could only describe as excitement. My cat (with slightly more interesting name of Ambrosia) was quietly pawing the floor of her carrier, and purring, rubbing against the carrier's mesh fabric and trying to get pets.
I hated to deny my animal companions of the love they very well deserved, but I couldn't risk letting them out until we were on the train.

"OI! Look James, it's your girlfriend!"

Fuck.
Why did I forget the that the bane of my existence also went to the same school as me?
'The marauders' had arrived on the platform.