I woke up with a start. Mt father was banging on my door.
"Get up!!! We need to get you to the plat form!!!" I cant even tell you how happy I am to be going back to hogwarts. My father was a scary drunk. At night I would often shut my door and shove my dresser in front of the entry way. That kept him from getting into my bedroom.
I jumped up from my bed after ten minutes. My trunk was already packed. I brought very little things home with me. So my trunk was the size of a suit case. I yanked up the handle, tipping the trunk and rolling it out of my room."Father, I'm ready to go." I calmly say watching him grunt as he read the morning paper. He stood up, smoothing out his suit."Get in the car." My father grumbled downing the rest of the coffee. I simply did as he said. The car is something the muggles use. Its a way of transportation for them. I got into the front waiting for my father. I anxiously watched the time pass five minutes before he came out. He muttered something under his breath before starting up the car. I simply kept quiet wlpraying he wouldnt yell at me.
Arriving at the station I saw lots of muggles. My father waisted no time getting us inside. I had to speed walk to keep up with him. I was pretty much jogging beside him. My trunk wheeling behind me as I dragged it. We went through the wall that seperated us from the muggles. After a little walking my father stopped causing me to accidently bump into him. I opened my mouth to apologize but my father sent me as hard cold glare silencing me. I coward back a back. I turned my head seeing the potters and the granger-weasley family. I envied them. They had loving parents. They always seemed happy. The kids were lucky enought to be able to hugg there parents good bye. My eyes met james potter who happend to be in 7th year. He was tall and had messy brown hair. His eyes were a forest green. We stared at each other. Before i knew it the whole family was looking at me. I hadnt even relized until now. I blushed a crimson red before turning away from them. I didnt know where to look now. My attention was cought by two bleach blonde people. Draco and Peter Malfoy. They were both staring intently at me. My face was still heated from my slight encounter with the potter and the granger weasly family. Peter was alittle taller than his father. His dark blue sea eyes bore into mine holding me captive. I knew what people say about him. I chose to simply ignore those rumors. They couldnt be true right? My head snapped to the side when my father grasped my wrist. I attemtped to pull away but he held on to tight. My wrist started to burn."Ow. Dad please let go." I started begging. His cold brown eyes stared at me silently scolding me. My wrist was on fire.
"Dont look at the malfoys. They are trouble. You hear me." He scolded. J frantically nodded my head hoping for him to realease my wrist. The train blarred signaling it was time to board. I felt his hand go away but the burning still continued. My eyes watered as tears threatened to spill. I grabbed up my bag walking swiftly to the train. I got on finding a cart. I shut the door tucking away my bag. Looking down at my wrist I saw a cluster of blisters on my wrist from where my father grabbed me. Tears spilled over landing in drops on my jeans. I didnt know what to do because it hurt badly. A knock sounded at my door. I turned my head seeing James Sirus Potter. I immediatly wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand.
"Hello lilly. Im james. I dont know if we officially met or not. Are you ok?" James asked taking a seat across from me.
"Uh... yeah. hi im lilly. I got alittle hurt thats all." I introduced myself. James eyes my wrist noticing the blisters."I can fix that for you." James said casting spell. The burning sensation disappeared along with the blisters. I breathed out in relief.
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Veela
Fantasya story about Peter Malfoy (son of Draco malfoy) who is a veela. His mate is lilly mathers. she has been through rough things and so has he. will they be able to heal together.