that's really cool _________________ Now I'm heals over head
I'm hanging upside down
Thinkin' how I left my friends for dead, Birmingham bound.
Yo, it's Cat, what's up?
I'm busy with my final presentation so sorry, but at least this:
Junior looked at Scorpio and couldn’t help but feel admiration for the way he stood up against the prefects who clearly looked for any opportunity to just beat him.
“You were right you know”, Christina told the Gryffindor prefect,”you can’t punish him for something he didn’t actually say.”
She put on her most innocent face and went to stand beside Scorpio,”I wonder what uncle Harry would say if he knew the way the prefects of the school he went to behaved in the vicinity of his nephew and niece.”
“Nice try little one” the girl prefect from Gryffindor hissed.
“Actually I don’t care anymore that you’re related to Mr. Potter, but it seems like my partner here” she looked at her prefect colleague, “is quite hesitant to teach the Malfoy cub a lesson.”
“Aw, come on,” the Slytherin prefects looked quite disappointed.
“We’re really not going to trash the Malfoy kid?”
“No, were not going to.” The boy prefect from Gryffindor said determinant,” plus one of the Potter kids is coming this way.”
Junior tried to look through the perfects to see which of his cousins the prefect meant but they stood to close together for him to get a decent view.
He heard a clear voice behind the prefects asking:” Did any of you guys see my cousins? Their names are Junior and Christina Dursley.”
The girl prefect from Gryffindor rolled with her eyes and stepped aside to let the kid through.
“Albus, so great to see you. I couldn’t find the compartment you and the others were in.”
Christina gave her cousin a hug and whispered in his ear:”Great timing, we ran into a little trouble here.”
“Okay, I got you.” Albus whispered back. He patted Junior on the shoulder, nodded at Scorpio and took a seat.
“Rose said to go looking for you two in case you got lost on the train. Guess I’ll just sit with the bunch of you on our way to Hogwarts.”
The prefects clearly didn’t know what to do about the situation that unfolded before them.
After what seemed an uncomfortable moment for them, they looked at each other and silently went their way.
“What was that all about?” Albus let out a sigh of relief.
“I have no clue what that all was about and I’ve almost wet my pants” he continued.
“You could’ve fooled me” Junior answered. “You acted really cool. They were about to penalize Scorpio here for something he supposedly would say before you came along.”
“Oh, what would he have said then?” Albus asked Junior but all the while looking at Scorpio.
Scorpio looked right back at him and said:”They thought I would’ve called your cousins here Mudbloods.”
“Would’ve you?” Albus suddenly sounded worried.
“No I wouldn’t have, but there is no way of proofing that now is there?” Scorpio replied.
“Well I believe him” Christina took a seat beside Scorpio.
Junior seated himself beside Albus and asked:”What is a Mudblood anyway and what were you going to call us before the prefects came barging in.”
“Mudblood is kind of a swearword some wizards use for wizards born of normal parentage.”Scorpio answered.
“My father was one of those wizards regrettably enough. And for your second question, I was about to call you Muggle-borns, another M-word. And no, that is not considered a bad word. It has the same meaning though.”
“My mom warned me to not get into any trouble at Hogwarts and we’re not even there yet and I’ve already had a run-in with prefects.” Albus sighed. “James is supposedly the one who always gets himself into trouble,” he explained.
“Well, thanks for sticking up for me,” Scorpio went ransacking in his trunk and pulled a sack of coins out of it,” I think I hear the witch with the cart full of sweets coming this way”.
“Oh,” Albus looked startled, “I left my pouch behind with the others. I was supposed to pay for you two also since you both only have Muggle money on you.”
“Don’t worry, I have enough on me.” Scorpio shake his sack in front of Albus but when he saw the look on Albus’s face he went on” You could also pay me later if it bothers you to take money from me.”
Albus looked relieved, “Okay then I’ll pay you when we get to Hogwarts. Not that I have anything against your money. My grandparents just don’t like me taking money from others.”
“I understand, proud people aren’t they, your grandparents?”Scorpio began counting coins in case the witch would be at their compartment door.
“I remember when we were poor, my father didn’t like anything that looked even remotely like a handout either.”
He laughed at the surprised look on Albus’s face.”You do know that I was poor right?”
“Yeah, I remember now. Mom and dad always talked about what happened to your dad after they all left Hogwarts.”
Albus turned to his two cousins who had followed the conversation quietly the whole time.
“Scorpio originally comes from one of the most richest and influential families in the wizard world. When his grandfather disinherited his father, his father started his own business making brooms and is now one of the richest wizards ever.”
“Yeah, like the Stinger 2020, the brooms my father’s produced are cheap and fully customizable.”
Scorpio continued unmistakably proud.”That’s why they’re so popular nowadays. I think that all the brooms at Hogwarts, the one we’ll learn on flying anyway, will be Stingers.”
Christina looked suspiciously at both Albus and Scorpio, “We’ll be flying on brooms? I thought that stuff only happened in fairy tales and the lot.”
“We’re among wizards and witches now Chris,” Junior answered before the others could react,
” Everything’s possible. What I wanna know is, why did your granddad disinherit your dad?”
Albus looked at Scorpio who only replied:” I don’t want to talk about that kind of stuff right now. I don’t know you that well. Maybe another time.”
Scorpio bought all kinds of sweets, a couple of which Junior and Christina didn’t even knew they existed.
They had funny names also, like Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties and Cauldron Cakes.
While they feasted on all these goodies, Scorpio asked the most curious thing.
“Did you notice the witch, the one who sold us these sweets. I have a picture from my dad’s times at Hogwarts, the witch in those pictures looks exactly the same as the one we just met. I wonder if they happen to be the same person?”
Albus laughed;”That would make her old doesn’t it? Maybe there is a spell or potion that keeps her young. She does match the description my parents give about the witch on the train to Hogwarts.”
“Is such a thing possible?”Christina asked, “You could make a lot of money out there in the real world.”
Junior who was playing with a chocolate frog all the while thinking about what Granny would say when she saw him playing with his food, looked up and said; “This our world now Christina and it’s also real.”
“You know what I mean”, Christina looked annoyed at her twin, “ I wonder what we can expect at Hogwarts, so far it’s been really weird for me.”
Scorpio didn’t pay attention to the quibbling twins looked up and said:” Maybe it’s one of those potions your Uncles are selling at their store. From what I heard they have quite the merchandise.”
He woke up completely disoriented and weary. It seemed like they were finally moving.
His head still hurt and it took a lot of willpower and concentration to have a something as close as a normal thought.
He barely remembered how he had escaped the dark place his captors had kept him in all this time.
It frustrated him, having all these incoherent memories, that didn’t seem to be his.
His name was Tom, of that he was sure and he had no idea why his captivators kept referring to him as Lord.
He steadied himself and tried to concentrate, which he managed partially.
He had been on the run for what seemed hours and he felt that it finally took a toll on his body, especially his legs.
The only two things that constantly seem to come into his mind were Hogwarts and home, the name sounded so familiar and he had no idea where home could be for him.
The two words were so intertwined in his mind that it led him to believe they were one and the same.
He looked around in the wagon he had crept in the night before.
After his eyes had adjusted to the darkness inside the wagon, he began looking into the various trunks and bags that were neatly assorted in rows and columns.
Most of them had robes of all kinds and after going through a couple of trunks, he found one that fitted him perfectly.
There was a tag label inside the lid of the trunk which stated that the trunk belonged to an 11-year old student of the Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft.
So, maybe he was a wizard and looking at the way the robes fitted him, he could also be 11.
He found a couple of cookies and snacks in another trunk and decided it was enough for the moment being.
He sat on the floor and began eating.
“Hogwarts”, he thought, “I’m going to Hogwarts, I’m going home”.
He had the nightmare again. As long he could remembered he had this same one, again and again.
He was in a battle with this boy, who couldn’t be much older than him.
He could picture the boy with clarity. How couldn’t he?
With each passing nightmare the boy’s face was edged in his memory.
Green eyes hidden behind glasses, looking under strains of untidy black hair.
He wondered who this boy was and would he ever meet him?
He looked through the cracks in the wall of the wagon.
It was to dark by now to have a good view really, but still he kept on looking.
By now he was wondering what he would find at Hogwarts.
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