HP - the next gen

Transfer - 2

          We arrived in diagon alley via a port key my aunt had got especially for this trip, and as usual once we arrived the was constant hushed whispers between the crowd. Some stared while others glanced over their shoulder as the muttered to each other. I had learned to ignore them; I couldn't change the way they looked at me and I probably never would. We left through the three broomsticks to the muggle world grabbing a stopping at a coffee shop to grab iced Latte and pan au chocolate. Making our way through the mass of people to get to the train station. Smoke staying between us at all time and hissing at dogs and people that came to close for her comfort. We got to the station with an with a few minutes to spare. I never asked my aunt any questions about Hogwarts I had pretty much researched all I could about the school and it history that I didn't see the need to but I had one question "any advice for me?". She lightly brushed my fringe away from my eye, placing her hand on my shoulder "only this my sweet niece" she smiled letting out a deep breath "you need to find your people, those who will protect you and help you become the person you want to be and not the person people expect you to be". She pulled me into an engulfing hug, this would be the longest we would spend apart from each other and I could sense her trepidation as she hugged me. Once we reach the entrance to the platform she left, stopping and turning every couple of steps to wave to me.

Out of view smoke and Imade our way through the entrance on to the platform. It was chaotic gammedpack of pupils and parents alike, some in fights with siblings, others on theirway to Hogwarts for the first-time saying goodbye to their parents, mums sheddinga tear for their children as they head onto the train. Giving my trunk to theguys at the luggage cart smoke jumped into my arms to avoid the stampede ofpupils as we headed on to the train. The first couple of carriages were alreadyfilled with older students but as I made my way further down the train into thecarriage with the private compartments, one being completely empty, perfect. Closingthe door to let smoke off her leash, jumping onto the small table between theseats she watch the world go by. Placing my backpack down I slumped behind herlooking onto the platform as more students made their way onto the train, when thewhistle blew all that was left were the parents with a tear in their eyes asthe waved goodbye to their children as the train slowly departed. Seeing this Iwondered if my parents missed me this much, do they shed tears for not beingable to see me grow and become a better witch, or would I simply be a strangerto them now.