Three months later:
I stand on Platform 9¾ , smiling tightly at my mother. I know that she's unsure about me returning to Hogwarts this semester after the events of last, but I can't wait to have some normalcy after the constant coddling of home-life since my parents were notified about Cedric's death. While I love my parents and believe they want the best for me, I can help but feel slightly suffocated by them in high emotion situations like these.
"Sure you packed everything?" my mother asks me, trying to seem upbeat.
"Yep, cat, wand, toothbrush. I think I'll be fine," I nod. I turn to Dad who looks incessantly at the Hogwarts Express, in awe of it once again. As a muggle, he often finds himself fascinated with things like this – it happens almost every time we're here at the station.
"Yes, Darling, all the essentials," he chuckles. "I still can't get over this place." My mother reaches up and rubs circles in his back as he look around at all the families saying goodbye to their children for another three months.
"Alright, time for me to get going," I shrug. Both parents pull me into an embrace and hold me for a moment, saying goodbye and kissing my cheeks before I drag my trunk onto the train. Marie my tabby cat purrs harshly as I jostle her cage, trying to be as gentle as possible before finding my seat in one of the carriages.
I press my face to the window as we chug past endless hills and rolling mountain plains, gasping at the green of it all. The two girls who have joined me in my compartment are a blonde, petite girl named Luna and one of the twins, Padma Patil who reads silently while Luna shares my awe of the view. I stroke Marie's silver fur as she lies with her head on my thigh, asleep.
While I missed being at Hogwarts, I can't help feeling a sense of unease as we travel back. Since the announcement of Voldemort's apparent "return", I feel constantly on edge and fearful, yet somehow determined to see what he could ever have instore. If Cedric is any indication, I know it can't be any good, but I feel drawn to the darkness of him. Maybe since we have Slytherin in common or now I have personal bereavement caused by him that I feel my fear becoming replaced by anger.
The other thing playing on my mind as we stare at the scenery is the moment I shared with a specific wizard at the end of last term. While I'm embarrassed to have shown him such a vulnerable side of me, I find his instant instinct to comfort and genuine apology to be points interest. I can't seem to get the way he looked so concerned out of my head. What did he mean by that? He's never shown any kindness towards me other than that night, leaving my dumbfounded and confused. Why the sudden change of heart? Two hours later, we pull into Hogsmeade station and I instinctively relax, a sense of home flooding my veins.
-
-
-
Sorry for the shorter chapter! More updates coming soon <3333
YOU ARE READING
Want To Be (d.m.)
Fanfiction"I couldn't tell you what it is, and I couldn't even begin to try and explain it, but there's something that's changed in me since you, that makes me want to be different. That makes me feel different and makes me feel like I want things I never hav...
