Voltaic Falling

01

Beatrice Rose Black knew she was running late. Again. She had woke up to the frantic ushering of her godfather, Remus Lupin, who was this year's Defense Against Dark Arts professor. She would not spoil poor Moony's year by telling him it was a cursed position, she often loved the usual rambles of his lesson plan in the house. 

"Hold on to my hand, Tris", he said. Her clammy hands held his and soon they landed on Kings Cross. 

As we walked through the station, Remus joked about me being like her mother- "wise beyond your years but quite the troublemaker with the mouth of yours". 

Beatrice did remember her mother and her father, but her memories only highlighted the good things. After living with Moony, he had held respect for his sister and constantly reminded her that she was dearly loved by both of her parents. She then had to learn in Hogwarts about his father, and his rather liking towards the dark arts. Professor Snape had let slip once that Regulus Black was his only friend in Slytherin. 

She quickly went through the magic barrier through platform nine and three quarters. She readjusted my trunk and the cage of her owl, Artemis. Her eyes swept through the station, looking for her friends. As her eyes landed on Hermione, the fourth year girl which Tris cared for as a little sister, she launched into her arms. 

Tris stroked her hair gently and kissed her forehead. "Mione, I missed you during the summer", she let go and dragged the older girl to one of the many train cabins "I need to tell you so much. Look, let's go in here, Harry and Ron will arrive soon. Late, per usual". 

She laughed it off and soon engaged in a conversation about OWLS and NEWTS. As Harry and Ron shuffled inside the cabin. Harry hugged her and Ron gave her an awkward one-armed hug. Harry was very dear to her, she had helped him find his way through Hogwarts, and he was like a brother to her. She was indeed a very kind soul. Harry often said that the world does not deserve a Tris Black, but he would surely die if it wasn't for her. In her third year, she had helped unravel the mystery of the Philosophers Stone, and in her fourth year, she had to control the rogue bludger who had wanted to kill him. Harry wrote to her during the summer asking for tips and advice, and of course, she would be happy to help. Harry did not know about them being god-siblings, as Harry's mother was Tris's godmother, and vice-versa. Though they did not have this piece of knowledge, they treated each other as siblings. She would do anything to protect Harry and his friends.

As the train took off, she politely excused herself in order to search for her friends. Being a fifth-year prefect from Gryffindor, she needed to be in the designated carriage. As she found herself opening the doors, two firm hands latched onto her eyes. "Guess who," the voice said. 

Of course, she immediately recognizes her friend. "Cedric, I know it's you, your hands' reek of broom polish and peppermint", she commented turning around to face him. 

He had grown, his once skinny arms were toned and of course, he was now a head taller than her. The black-haired witch dived into his arms and was hugged firmly giving her a warm and ecstatic feeling in her stomach. He kissed her forehead and took her hand in his, leading her to the prefect section of the train. As they both waited for the head boy, Cedric and she engaged in a conversation. Tris appreciated Cedric as a friend. They had always been together. Even at their first meeting on the train, they continued to stick around each other. Glances would be thrown at their interlocked hands and their hugs, but they both were too oblivious to notice. Cedric Amos Diggory cared deeply for the black-haired girl, he always had. Since the first moment, he had known that everything was worth Beatrice Black. 

"Have you seen the newspaper lately?, I don't understand how he has escaped Azkaban, that foul murderer should be anywhere right now?" Cedric said, chucking the newspaper roll at her. She knew who Sirius Black was, apart from.