Reserved for Sasha Johnston
It wasn't an ordinary day at King's Cross station, not an ordinary day at all. It was the day that young witches and wizards were to board the Hogwarts Express on platform 9 and 3/4 to head off for school. However, one Emily Graves wasn't thrilled at all. Her summer had went to hell, her family was in danger, and there was a fierce burning on her left hip that she had to ignore. She was now a Death Eater Spy, and ahe didn't know how to handle it. Her family hung in the balance if she screwed up, and Emily wasn't sure she could handle that.
Still, her best friend, Angelina Johnson, pulles her into a compartment with a few.other seventh year Gryffindors, two of which were identical. Fred and George Weasley. Emily had come to know them in her time at Hogwarts, often being in detention with them. She offered a smile, trying her hardest to not show her inner struggle, and she looked to Angelina. "Emily, come on, tell them."
"What?"Emily asked, and Angelina gave a look.
"About you already being pickes by Moody for auror training."Angelina urged and Emily nodded. How could she have forgotten? Oh wait. Not long after she got turned into a Death Eater. "They don't believe me."
Emily chuckled. "Well, here's the letter mum and dad got."she said, handing the letter to Katie Bell who seemed to be the most skeptical.
"Wow, Em."she said.
"I don't know about it."Emily admitted, "He kind of scares me."
"Whatever."Angelina waves her hand about, and Emily looked over at the Weasley twins. They had a box in their lap and Emily smiled.
"What's in the box, boys?"she asked, trying to change the subject.
Summer had been hell for Harry. No contact, vivid nightmares, and secrecy. The young Potter sidn't know if he could take it anymore. He had been cut off from the people he loved and cared about, and then he got to find oit about the Prophet printing bad things about he and Dumbledore. Was he angry? Yes. Who in their right mind wouldn't be?
With a sigh, Harry made his way along the platform 9 and 3/4 but stopped before boarding the train. There was Voldemort in a man there. Taunting him wildly. Now he could add hallucinations to his string of things that were making him out to be mad.
The train wasn't comforting either, with all the people pushing passed and whatnot, he was very glad when he got to sit down. "Harry, are you alright?"a familiar voice asked, and he looked up to see Neville Longbottom.
"Just fine. Got a headache is all."he answered before looking towards the window.
[Sorry its cruddy. My mind went blank when I started going.]