Narcissa's pov: "Draco! Wait up!" Narcissa called after her son, a platinum-blonde boy. Her stopped running, his gray eyes looking back at his mother. "But we're going to miss the train!" "It's only 9:30," Narcissa reassured, "We won't be missing the train" "But then the best seats will be taken!" Narcissa smiled at her son, he was only nine and he was already going to Hogwarts. Most students usually go at the age of eleven. "Fine," Narcissa grinned, "We can go but please, slow down!" Draco hesitated, "B-but" "No one's coming this early," she reassured, "You'll find all the seats you want. Plus, Crabbe and Goyle are coming too!" The thought seemed to lighten Draco as they continued to walk. "Do remember what the platform's called?" she asked Draco as they reached platform 9 3/4 "nine and three-quarters!" Draco replied happily. Now he's acting like his age group, Narcissa thought happily. But then a ginger mother and her 5 ginger children, four boys and 1 girl, all looking older than Draco were coming to the platform between 9 and 10. "What's it called?" the mother asked her children. "nine and three-quarters!" chimed the girl who was the smallest of the whole family, maybe even smaller than Draco himself. Copyright, Narcissa thought miserably watching the mother pointing at the walls between platform 9 and 10 to a small, skinny boy with messy black hair and brilliant green eyes behind his glasses who defiantly wasn't part of her family of gingers. This reminded them of Narcissa someone she had seen a really long time ago, someone that her lost daughter, Isabell used to play with. But Isabell was lost to her now, and Narcissa didn't even know if she was alive anymore. "Alright Draco," she whispered bending down to his level, "we'll run into the wall after these copyrighted gingers go through, alright?" "Alright!," Draco said pointing at the boy with the glasses and the black hair, "I saw him at the robe shop!" "And don't point!" she snapped. Once the ginger family and the boy had disappeared behind the wall, Narcissa gave Draco instructions. "Remember Draco," she advised her her blue eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and concern, "You run into the wall until you smell smoke and hear owls hooting and your cousin Dora complaining about her hair again, oh wait I forgot she graduated last year. Oh well" Narcissa straitened her eyes against the wall, and the muggles too. "Ok, you can go now. BUT BE CAREFUL!" she said- rather screamed, sensibly. "It's just a wall" Draco muttered as he broke into a run, disappearing behind. I hope he's alright, she worried as she ran into the wall too, disappearing behind as well. The smell of smoke from the Hogwarts Express filled her nose as she stepped onto the new platform 9 3/4. The scarlet train loomed over the smoke and the bustling students and parents. "Gran I lost Trevor again!" A boy franticly yelled, checking his pockets. "Tsk, tsk" an old woman muttered. Narcissa remembered her as Augusta Longbottom, the mother of Frank Longbottom, a fellow friend of her's when she was at Hogwarts but was now staying in St. Mungos because of one of her sisters. "Draco!" Narcissa called. She noticed his hair, almost glimmering in smoke. "Mother!," Draco said excitedly, "Crabbe says Harry Potter's on the train!" "That's nice" Narcissa muttered, being reminded of Isabell. Images of her tiny child flooded through her mind, her ex-husband (also known as cousin), Sirius, asking for divorce only just because his friend betrayed him. She imagined Sirius getting the dementor's kiss at Azkaban. She knew where Sirius was now, she read it in the Daily Prophet, but where was Isabell? Was she being abused at this moment? Or was she dead? "She's eleven now," a voice said in her mind, "she's here, defiantly" "Right," said Narcissa to herself, Draco raised an eyebrow. "Mother, what are you talking about?" "If you see anyone named Isabell, tell me," she said, more to herself than Draco. "Um.. ok?" Draco said, confused. Then, he turned to Crabbe and Goyle, two huge boys who looked like they could punch him to death, "Crabbe, Goyle, and I are going to find a compartment. Bye then" Then, he left onto the scarlet train. Oh, I hope he's ok, Narcissa worried, scanning the crowd for any sign of Isabell. Even after ten years, she could recognize her daughter. _____________________ Continued in le credits
An ugly girl was struggling to carry her over-weighted suitcase. Her bushy brown hair bounced as she dropped the suitcase (Narcissa swore she heard an 'ow' from it) and tried picking it up again. After several attempts, the ugly bushy-haired girl successfully managed to bring the suitcase to the large train. Narcissa glanced around the platform once more. No sign of Isabell. This only means one thing, Narcissa thought miserably, Isabell is either dead or in serious trouble. ______________________________________ Isabella's pov: "Shall I go wake Isabell then?" Isabella asked her twin, Jaqueline who was fiddling with her spoon. "Sure" Jackie mumbled, half asleep. "Ok, BUT DON'T YOU DARE EAT THAT CAKE WITHOUT ME!" Isabella pointed at the mini chocolate cake they had snuck out to buy about three minutes ago. "fine" Isabella snuck to Hermione and Isabell's room on her tip-toes. Hoping not make a sound to wake her up, then she burst through the door and yelled "WAKE UP ISABELL YOU ALREADY MISSED 'MIONE'S DEPARTURE!" God, why do our names sound almost the same?, Isabella wondered Nothing. Isabella crept to Isabell's bed, "Izzy?" Still Nothing. Isabella studied the bed once more, no one seemed to be occupying it, but then again she must be mistaken, Isabell was always the smallest in the family and reached all they're, despite her being a few minutes older than Hermione which BOTH of them were about a year older than Isabella and Jaqueline. She pulled the sheets where a small girl should've been but instead, there was nobody. "Jackie!," Isabella called, "Is Isabell downstairs?" "Nope!" Jackie replied. Isabella sighed as she dramatically left her older sisters' room and left for the living room where a half-eaten cake laid on the table. "Jackie!," she scolded, "I told you not to eat that without me!" "Correction: I ate MY half of the cake," Jaqueline said wisely, Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as if she said the smartest thing ever, "your lucky I left half for you" "Right then," Isabella muttered taking out a fork from the wooden drawer, "I'll eat the other half and leave none for Isabell because she's a big, fat meanie and then you'll help me find her" "But she's so tiny!" Jaqueline's voice hid with a bit of complaint, "She's like the size of an ant" "She's not THAT small," Isabella huffed, her voice muffled from the cake, "She's only like three foot six or something" "You know what I mean!" After Isabella finished eating her part of the cake, the two twin girls searched the house for Isabell but there was no sign of her. "You know what this means?" Isabella asked excitedly after they gave up on their search. "We get to get more cake?" Jaqueline answered, her voice as excited as Isabella's "No! It means we're home alone!" Isabella triumphed as if she won the lottery "YAY!" the two girls cheering together. It was the best day of their lives at least, until their parents came home, that is. ______________________ Isabella: @Isabella-Granger (I asked her for her premission to use her pov btw) Jaqueline: @Jackie_Granger
