I just thought I'd make a new fan fic. I dont care if the series is over... it'll live on!! lol okay sooo here it goes.. oh and btw, i thought i'd make draco at least a LITTLE nicer.. teehee. if thats okay with u..:
I threw myself on a nearby bench and stared at the huge mass of travelers that hurried towards every direction. This train station was rather packed in the fall. I could pick out a few familiar faces from my school, but they were so busy, saying good-bye to their family's, I didn't even bother speaking to them. I grabbed my backpack and pulled out a book I had found at a nearby library an hour before. The cover was a light shade of perrywinkle and had a picture of a colorful star on it. I glimpsed at the title and the author. It was called, "A Million Wishes", by Hermione Granger. Why did i recognize that name? I stared at the book for a little bit before I realized my father was standing beside me. I shoved the book back into my backpack, threw it over my shoulder and stood up to face my dad. He looked around at the rushing people and then down at me. He grinned a little. "Here's your breakfast." He handed me a bag that smelled like a freashly baked cinnimon bun.
I looked up at him and groaned. "Dad.. you know I don't like this kind of stuff."
He smirked, "Well, that's all I could think of. Sorry Lia. But, hey. There'll be food on the train. You know that. I mean, it's horrible compared to your mother's food, but you'll live." I sighed.
I looked up at my father's face and my neck cracked. He towered over me and I was mostly used to the piercing pain in my neck. My dad swiped his had up to touch my face. He laughed when I frowned.-- I didn't really enjoy public affection. My dad loved to show off his daughter to the world. He always said that I look just like him, with my pale blonde hair, and my dark blue eyes.-- I turned away from my father and grabbed my green and gold trunk. My dad said, "Oh come on. You can"t stay mad at me forever."
I sat back on the bench, holding everything I had in one hand and my other hand was clenched into a fist. I was so aggrivated with my dad, I almost didn't realize that a large group of red-headed kids in my school and a few normal wizards walked by. I stared at the group, then looked at a tall red-headed man that glared at my father. I didn't dare look at my father's face. He hated that man. That's what I knew for sure. But I didn't quite know who he was. Then there was a woman who clentched hands with one of the red-headed kids. I assumed it was his wife. Also there were a couple following their kids towards platform 9 3/4. My dad hated that family with a passion and I didn't dare to ask why. I just continued wondering silently in my mind for years, and for some strange reason, I had a feeling I was going to figure out this year.
That is when I stood up and followed the family. My dad resisted for a moment, but then followed.
I threw myself on a nearby bench and stared at the huge mass of travelers that hurried towards every direction. This train station was rather packed in the fall. I could pick out a few familiar faces from my school, but they were so busy, saying good-bye to their family's, I didn't even bother speaking to them. I grabbed my backpack and pulled out a book I had found at a nearby library an hour before. The cover was a light shade of perrywinkle and had a picture of a colorful star on it. I glimpsed at the title and the author. It was called, "A Million Wishes", by Hermione Granger. Why did i recognize that name? I stared at the book for a little bit before I realized my father was standing beside me. I shoved the book back into my backpack, threw it over my shoulder and stood up to face my dad. He looked around at the rushing people and then down at me. He grinned a little. "Here's your breakfast." He handed me a bag that smelled like a freashly baked cinnimon bun.
I looked up at him and groaned. "Dad.. you know I don't like this kind of stuff."
He smirked, "Well, that's all I could think of. Sorry Lia. But, hey. There'll be food on the train. You know that. I mean, it's horrible compared to your mother's food, but you'll live." I sighed.
I looked up at my father's face and my neck cracked. He towered over me and I was mostly used to the piercing pain in my neck. My dad swiped his had up to touch my face. He laughed when I frowned.-- I didn't really enjoy public affection. My dad loved to show off his daughter to the world. He always said that I look just like him, with my pale blonde hair, and my dark blue eyes.-- I turned away from my father and grabbed my green and gold trunk. My dad said, "Oh come on. You can"t stay mad at me forever."
I sat back on the bench, holding everything I had in one hand and my other hand was clenched into a fist. I was so aggrivated with my dad, I almost didn't realize that a large group of red-headed kids in my school and a few normal wizards walked by. I stared at the group, then looked at a tall red-headed man that glared at my father. I didn't dare look at my father's face. He hated that man. That's what I knew for sure. But I didn't quite know who he was. Then there was a woman who clentched hands with one of the red-headed kids. I assumed it was his wife. Also there were a couple following their kids towards platform 9 3/4. My dad hated that family with a passion and I didn't dare to ask why. I just continued wondering silently in my mind for years, and for some strange reason, I had a feeling I was going to figure out this year.
That is when I stood up and followed the family. My dad resisted for a moment, but then followed.