Chapter 1 : Fate? Destiny? Bad Luck?
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This story isn't here for your entertainment. It's here to inform you of the horrific events that took place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on May 16, 2022. Be warned that this story is not for the faint hearted, those with high blood pressure, or expecting mothers 5 months into pregnancy.
This is my story.
It's the story about how I died.
It was a short painless little death, well...it was physically painless. The only thing I remember before everything went black is a scrawny, ghost-like figure with deep emerald green eyes. His hair was askew like always, his face was pale, and his eyes were blood shot as he ran towards me.
But, it was too late.
When he reached me I was already collapsing to the floor. I don't know if he took my body to the hospital wing or if it's still lying on the floor of the astronomy tower. Whatever he did I honestly don't care.
Because I'll never forget the last words that Albus Severus Potter said to me.
Steam filled the air that was currently circulating Platform 9 3/4.
I inhaled it deeply. This would be my last year smelling the intoxicating steam of Platform 9 3/4. I could hardly believe that after 6 years of sitting in compartment 6B alone, nothing had changed. Not even with the whole "Coming of age" thing.
They make it seem like turning 17 is the highlight of your entire life. Sure, when you're 17 you can use magic whenever you want, but it's more exercise when you do things the muggle way.
Like mum always said, "Magic is just a sad excuse to be lazy,"
I squeezed my trunk handle and pushed it slowly towards the Scarlet Hogwarts Express. It was the same routine every year for me at Platform 9 3/4. I hauled my trunk, which was about the same size as me, onto the the nearest train car. Which would take at least 10 to 15 minutes considering the weight and height of the trunk, then once I'd finally gotten it on board, I'd find compartment 6B, tell the scared little first year sitting in it to pop a squat elsewhere, and read a heart wrenching romance novel for the remainder of the trip.
That's how it's been for 6 years and I didn't think this year would be any different.
Until he came along.
"Do you need any help?" he asked raising a jet black eyebrow at me. I jerked my head up quickly startled by his sudden appearance. Just like that my trunk had slipped out of my grasp and collapsed to the ground. Its contents spewed out over the platform, as a fell to the hard ground with it. He tried his best to hide a small smirk that had been forming on his lips, but I could tell he was trying desperately not to laugh. He stretched his long, skinny arm and held his hand out to me.
And this is where I made the biggest mistake of my life.
You see, you may think taking someone's hand that had been offered to you is just the polite thing to do, right? In my case, taking Albus Potter's hand unfortunately lead to my untimely death. Call it what you will, fate, destiny, or pure bad luck, I grasped his hand firmly and let him pull me to my feet.
"Are you okay?" he asked, in a half amused, half concerned tone. "Yeah, I'm not usually this clumsy," I mumbled.
What an obvious lie.
Albus chuckled a bit. "I didn't mean to scare you, I just thought you could use some help," he said. I nodded and smiled faintly.
Truthfully, I wasn't really listening to a word he was saying. I was too busy wondering why in the name of Merlin was Albus Potter talking to me, of all people. Albus Potter, Ravenclaw seeker, Quidditch captain, and son of Harry Potter. You know, the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the Savior of the-
"Hello?" his voice snapped me out of my daze. "Huh?" I asked stupidly. "I asked if you wanted me to lift your trunk onto the train," said slowly as if he were talking to a 5 year old.
I am not a 5 year old.
I am 17 thank you very much.
"I'm fine," I said sternly. I turned my back to him, bent down, and began picking up the contents of my trunk that were scattered on the dark, grey concrete.
Just when I thought I was done with Albus Potter, I spotted a hand next to me, grabbing a purple cardigan sweater, and tucking it neatly into my trunk.
"I said I was fine," I said as I shot him a dirty look.
"You said it, but you didn't mean it," he replied with a smirk.
"Yes, I did,"
"No, you didn't,"
"Yes, I did,"
"No, you didn't,"
"Go away," I said simply.
"Because you're annoying me!"
He ignored this statement and continued to pick up my things. Once everything was back in my trunk he picked it up and hauled it onto the train. "There you go," said Albus, smiling brightly at me.
"Thanks," I mumbled. He nodded, grabbed his trunk that had been sitting by a nearby barrier, and walked off towards a Scorpius Malfoy who I spotted ruffling messy, dirty blonde hair.
As I turned away from him in order to board the train, I heard his voice in the distance. "Hey!" he called in my direction. I quickly turned on my heel.
"You're Victoria Baker, right? In my year, Ravenclaw?" he asked. I nodded. He smiled, then began walking off in the opposite direction with Malfoy again.
A/N: Hi readers! (If I have any...) This is my first fanfic and I'm really, REALLY nervous! I know this chapter was short, but I promise the chapters to come will be longer.
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