They were the best of friend's...
"I honestly hope that one day you'll feel so strongly for someone that you'll allow yourself to love them."
He was lost, broken, and craving love..
"Anne If loving someone was easy, it wouldn't be an adventure."
She...
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Platform 9 3/4 was packed to the brim this year but that didn't stop old Fleamont and Euphemia Potter from seeing their twins off on their first year at Hogwarts.
The pushed and shoved through the crowd until they found an opening to stand at.
"Now children," Euphemia Potter stated casting her kind gaze upon her two children.
"You behave yourselves, none of this pranking nonsense while you are here, this is a place of education, not shenanigans," she finished specifically looking at a certain James Fleamont Potter who shrugged sheepishly.
"Now Euphemia," Fleamont Potter said cleaning his glasses before settling them back on his face, "heed I remind you the shenanigans we got into at Hogwarts, they are kids let them enjoy their time."
Euphemia clicked her tongue before smiling, "Alright but try to keep the letters home to a minimum you two."
Anne Potter bounced on her heels, "Don't worry mummy! You won't have a single letter about me, James however..."
A gasp came from James, "You little devil! She almost always starts it!"
"You will letter us Immediately to inform us of your sorting in Slytherin house and who you've made friends with, remember boy, blood and status mean everything!" They heard a shrill voice state obnoxiously.
"Yes mother," another younger voice replies sarcastically, "but what if I'm not sorted into Slytherin."
"Well, If that happens it will be discussed at a.... later date," the shrill voice says.
The potters turn to see a family of four. A man of average height with dark slicked back hair wearing a suit, quietly standing there not making a sound or eye contact with anybody. A tall woman with her long black hair pinned up in a obnoxiously high hairdo with blood red silk robes and a giant fur coat despite the September heat. Then lastly the two young boys of the group, spitting images of each other but obviously of different ages. They both had long black hair and were pale. The older of the two had a look of distaste as he stared at his family and looked to be itching to get out of their presence.
Euphemia Potter pursed her lips and looked away muttering some thing along the lines of 'blood status gits' and 'poor children'.
Fleamont gave Euphemia a warning look before turning back to their children, "we have to get going you two, best board now before all the good seats get taken."
The two children nodded before kissing their parents goodbye and boarding the scarlet train.
We made our way through the hallway passing compartment after compartment until we finally came across one that only held two people in it.
We awkwardly stood in the doorway before James coughed and caught both occupants attention.
One was tall, skinny, with sandy brown hair, and multiple scars. The other was short, chubby, blonde, and had an appearance comparable to a rat.
