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Juniper stood in the middle of the busy train station, her eyes scanning the surrounding area for any clue as to what the hell she was supposed to be doing. Her gaze kept drifting to the many people around her, watching and observing them, something she found was becoming a habit.
Spotting the familiar family of redheads, she smiled and headed towards the platform, which she finally realized had been the one she was looking for all along, platform 9 3/4.
Pushing her cart in front of her, Juniper joined the Weasley's and friends as they ran through the wall. They hadn't noticed her join them until she spoke up.
"Has anyone ever crashed into the wall?" Juniper asked, stopping behind Harry and Ron. They jumped, startled by her sudden appearance, and exchanged a glance that she could tell meant we have.
She laughed and followed them towards the train. Ron stopped, causing her to almost bump into him.
"Hold on." He turned around and faced Juniper. "What happened to you at the Quidditch World Cup? We couldn't find you."
"We thought you might've died." George said, gaining Junipers attention. She smiled up at him and continued walking next to him.
"Well, obviously I didn't. I just got lost, must've gone the wrong way." She lied and glanced at Harry. She could sense he kept the fact he saw her there to himself, perhaps he thought it was a hallucination?
"Well where'd you go?" Fred asked, appearing on the other side of her. Walking between the twins, she suddenly felt short, despite being a rather average height.
She stopped walking and turned to face Fred and George, placing a hand on each of their shoulders and smiling. "I've got something to do, I'll see you guys later."
Juniper walked off, pushing her cart along with her. Only as she was walking away did Harry notice the cage on top of her cart was empty.
"Something about her is... odd." Ginny spoke up. The youngest Weasley hadn't had many direct conversations with Juniper, but from some of the things she overheard, she got a weird—but not necessarily bad—vibe from the raven-haired Fawne girl.
Molly and Arthur Weasley exchanged a worried look, as if they knew something the children didn't, before ushering them off toward the train.
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione slouched in their seats, discussing what had happened at the Quidditch event.
"It's hurting again isn't it, your scar." Hermione said, observing the lightning bolt shaped scar on Harry's forehead.
"I'm fine." Harry brushed it off, not wanting to think about what it might mean.
"You know Sirius will want to hear about this." Hermione sighed. "What you saw at the World Cup, and the dream."
