The Napping Beauty

Chapter 1

"Now honey, did you make sure to pack everything?" Her mother questioned, having asked the same question every other minute, for the past 10 minutes.

Anastasia pushed her trolley overflowing with her belongings, closer to the giant train.

"For the fifth time, yes Mother."

"Your wand?"

"Check."

"Your broom?"

"Double check."

"Your school robes? Pajamas? Extra socks?"

"Check, check, and triple check. Don't worry about a thing, I'm a big girl." Anastasia could see her mother's eyes start glistening and threw a pleading look at her father.

Her father chuckled, knowing that if her mother started crying, his daughter would as well.

"Honey, it's not like we're giving her hand away in marriage. She's just going to back to school, like she has been doing the past four years." He rubbed a hand on his wife's back, trying to calm her down, before the waterworks burst out in the middle of the station.

"And you can always write to me," Anastasia piped up, causing her mother to replace her mother's frown with a small smile. The train's whistle bellowed against the walls of the station, alerting the rest of students to aboard.

"Well, I guess you have everything then. Go, before I start crying again." Her mother told her, despite her eyes continuing to build up with tears.

"Actually, there is one thing I did forget," she said before putting her arms around both her parents, pulling them into a group hug.

The train whistled from behind them, alerting the students of its imminent departure.

"Okay, now I really have to go." she broke off of the moment, hearing the train whistle again.

"Bye honey. Good luck in Quidditch and be safe," her dad kissed the top of her head, followed by her mother.

And before her mother could ask again if she brought everything she needed, she pushed her trolley aboard the train and waved a final goodbye to her parents as the train moved forward. When she couldn't see them anymore, she made her way down the hall, looking for an empty carriage to put up her things. Luckily, the last carriage she checked was empty and spacious enough to fit all her belongings.

As she emptied her cart, she could hear a knock on the door, followed by the sound of it sliding open.

"Annie!" The voice scolded. She knew who the voice belonged to without having to turn around. "Why do you never sit with us? We saved a spot for you."

After putting away her final item on her trolley, she turned around to see her friend Hermione Granger giving her a glare that reminded her of the look her mother gave her when she was caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner.

Although they were in different years and different houses, they became quick friends after bumping into each other in the library on numerous occasions.

"'Mione! I missed you too!" She hugged her friend quickly, ignoring the glare. Luckily, the glare dissipated, and was replaced with a smile.

"Don't think you can avoid my question again." Hermione responded, trying to sound angry again, although failing.

"And like I tell you each year, I'm going to sleep the whole way to school. And I can't do that if you and Ron are flirting," Hermione threw her another glare, "...I mean bickering, nonstop."