Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter belongs to the wonderful J.K.Rowling.
A/N: So this is my first.. am nervous now ;D I do not know if this one will go anywhere because.. well I just find it hard to write sometimes ;/ and plus I have stupid exams coming up. Any way, thank you if you read it :]
The scarlet train sat quietly on Platform 9 and ¾. A few conductors wandered the platform. Opening doors and pulling out little steps. It was all peace and quiet until people started to storm out of a wall almost all at once. There were small children with their parents and some not so small teenagers. The younger ones stuck to their parents like glue all wearing the same expression of excitement and horror. Soon they would all be getting on the train and going off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
There were tears and goodbyes from the smaller children, and laughter emanating from groups of older looking students already knowing what they were in for this year.
A small boy with messy, jet black hair came out of the wall eagerly, closely followed by an older man with the same messy black hair, pulling a big trunk behind him, and a woman with golden brown hair and very distinct hazel-brown eyes.
“Mum! Dad! Come on, hurry up!” the boy said stopping and turning around to his parents, waving for them to hurry. They laughed at their son’s eagerness.
“We’re coming, we’re coming.” The woman said with a smile, although her eyes revealed a bit of sadness. She would not get to see her son every day like the way she was used to for the past eleven years.
“James, the train won’t leave for another half hour.”
“You know I never thought I’d see the day where you would be eager to go off and learn.” The man said ruffling his son’s hair.
“Charles, his hair is already messy enough.” Mary Potter said with a laugh.
“Dad, it’s not the learning I’m eager for.” James said, swatting away his father’s hand. “It’s the people I’ll meet, and the pranks I’ll be able to pull.” He said with a grin. His dad laughed and Hi-5 him. His mother, on the other hand, gave him a stern look.
“James Charles Potter.” She said putting her hands on her hips.
“I mean, I look forward to the professors I will meet and the top grades I will get..?” he amended himself in an almost questioning tone.
“That’s much better.” His mother said smiling at him and they all laughed.
This was a happy goodbye, while on the far back; a very worried mother was trying not to panic.
“Remus, are you sure you want to do this? The Headmaster said that it was your decision if you wanted to go and learn at Hogwarts, but that you didn’t have to. If you would feel more comfortable at home then-” but she was cut off by her husband; a man with brown hair, which was in some places already turning gray.
“Now Sara, Remus has made up his mind. He is a wizard; therefore, he should go and be able to grow up as one. This requires him to go off to Hogwarts.” The man said putting a hand on the woman’s shoulder.
“Yes, that’s all very well John, but what if something happens? What if someone finds out or he gets hurt or... or hurts someone else?” Sara Lupin said looking into her husband’s light blue eyes with concern. He was about to open his mouth to say something when Remus, a boy with light brown hair and his father’s blue eyes, piped up.
“Mum. I want to go to Hogwarts, I want to learn, I want to make friends and most of all, I just want to be normal. So mum please, please, don’t take this away from me.” Remus was looking his mother hard in the eyes, trying to make the determination come through and not let the fear that was suppressed inside him show. His mother looked at him, her face softening.
“You are normal Remus, so don’t you dare think otherwise.” His father had bent down to meet his height. His face looked grave but soft and caring. He knew his son felt like an outsider from everyone because of the fact that he was a werewolf. Having been bitten at just four years old, growing up far off out of the city and having people betray him when he may have needed them the most, just made him feel like he was on the outside; never fully knowing what was going on, on the inside.
His father felt guilty that this had happened to his son. If it were not for him insulting the vicious Fenrir Grayback, Remus would not be cursed with monthly transformations. Until the day when Albus Dumbledore showed up on the front steps, John felt angry that Remus could not attend school and feel normal. But of course Dumbledore felt that there was no reason for Remus not to attend, and encouraged him to become a student. Of course he took the risks into consideration and made sure that Remus and everyone else at Hogwarts would be safe.
“Okay Remus,” His wives words pulled him out off his thinking. She had bent down and was looking into Remus’ eyes with her hands holding his shoulders. “You will go to Hogwarts. You will attend your classes and be a kid for once. But as soon as anything, and I mean anything, gets hard or frustrating or you just get tired of not being able to tell the truth to people, you will march right into the Headmasters office and tell him you want to go back home. And me and your father will welcome you back with open arms, you hear me?” tears were starting to form in her greens eyes.
“I hear you mum.” Remus said smiling at her. He gave her a hug and whispered a “Thank you” in her ear.
Not far behind Remus and his family, was a boy and his mother and unlike the Lupins, however, they had nothing to worry about.
“Peter are you sure you got everything?” a brown haired woman said pulling out a napkin from her purse and wiping something off of her son’s cheek.
“Yes mum, I have everything. And could you please stop? I don’t really want for people to have the impression of me as being ‘mummy’s boy’”. He said trying to squirm away from his mother. Peter was short and had mousy-brown hair and watery blue eyes.
“Now, now Peter. First impressions aren’t always correct.” Said a balding man. He was walking up to Peter and his mother.
“Dad! You made it!” said Peter giving his father a hug.
“I wouldn’t miss out on saying bye to my son now would I?” he said with a smile, giving his wife a kiss on the cheek.
“Are you sure the Ministry won’t mind Richard?”
“No Elizabeth, they were fine with it. We had some professional dragon trainers come in from Bulgaria with a couple of their Dragons, so they have their hands full trying not to get eaten.” Richard said with a laugh.
“So Peter, you ready to go on this adventure?” he said looking down at his son.
“Dad, I’ve been ready since I was nine and my magic finally came. I just want to get there already.”
“And you will do great Pete.” His father said smiling down at him.
All three of the Pettigrew’s looked around when shouting was heard from somewhere behind Peter.
“Who’re they?” Peter asked looking at the disapproving expression in his parents' face.
“That, Peter, is Walburga Black and her sons.” Peter’s dad said with a hard tone.
“You sound like you know them?”
“Oh everyone knows them. Walburga and Orion Black are the most well know pure-bloods in the Wizarding community. They are all for the “purification” of the Wizarding World. Those two boys will no doubt be exactly like their parents.” Richard answered with scorn in his tone.
“Like you said dad, first impressions aren’t always correct.” Peter said smiling.
A/N: Yeah that wasn't a very long one.. Thank you again for reading :] and thank you if you review :] criticism is appreciated :]
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