Dark Sided Love

Chapter 7 - A Special Normal Boy

Lola "Denim"'s Point of View:

At first it was awkward, seeing my mother, Delilah Evans. I don't know why, but it seemed like I hadn't seen her in a very long time, or ever. But, as the week progressed, I felt I had know her my whole life, which would make sense, I am her daughter.

This morning on the way to the train station, the car was filled with laughter and happiness as my anxiety stinged the air. I was quite nervous, but I don't think I could have been anymore prepared. I had my robes sealed tightly away in a large trunk with my name written in fancy scrawl, my new owl was perched in its cage occasionaly letting out a low hoot, assuring me he was still there, and all of my books, parchment, ink, quills, and anything else you could possibly imagine needing also settled into the bottom of my trunk.

The nerves only grew as I pushed my trolly up towards the brick wall of Platform 9 3/4.

"Go on, you'll be fine." my mother assured me as I took yet another deep breath.

I counted to three in my head, starting over a few times after not even budging, and eventually began to sprint. As the wind wipped through my hair, I was gaining on the solid brick wall. Just as I was almost positive I would run head on into them, the red bricks diappeared and I was in an entirely different train station. Thousands of children ranging from first years to seventh filled the pavement, kissing, hugging, and wishing their parents goodbye, as others filled the train one by one lugging their trunks and animals aboard.

I felt a familiar hand on my sholder, and turned to see my mother's brilliant smile gleaming at me. Our eyes connected and I didn't even need to tell her what I thought, because she already knew.

"The train will depart in a few minutes," she said reaching out to grab my hand, "you better go and find a seat."

"I love you." I said, squeasing her hand lightly. A twinge of sadness crossed her face, it was probably hard to watch your daughter go off to school, and she planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Love you too." she said, guiding me to the door of the train and stepping back in line with the other parents.

I shuffled down the isle trying to find an compartment to my liking. I peeked into the left one and saw a rather unhappy blonde with two boys by his side in a bit of an uprising argument. Not wanting to get in the middle of things, I continued down the hall, perhaps I can find a more friendly bunch of first years. I peeked into the next compartment on the right. There I saw a rather skrawny boy with black hair and black rimmed glasses. Next to him sat a more full boy with ginger hair holding an uncooperative rat. I leaned my head in a little further to see the other side of the compartment. Luckily, there was an empty seat next to a friendly looking, frizzy-haired girl. She eyed the other boys suspiciously. One of them she looked almost disgusted or surprised by his stupidity, the other she almost raidiated of wonder and admiration toward.

"Do you mind if I join you?" I asked shyly, hoping the answer would be yes.

"Come on in." they all chorused together. Letting out a sigh of relief, I settled down next to the brown haired girl.

"What's your name?" she chirped.

"Lola Denim." I stated, making eye contact and giving a faint smile to each of them.

"I'm Hermione," she said, giving a subtle nod to the two boys across from us.

"Oh," the boy in the glasses pronounced, " I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

I heard an intake of breath as he spoke his name.

 I looked over at the ginger as he spoke, saying, "You're really, Harry Potter."

"Yes," he stated lifting up his hair slightly so that you could see a lightning shaped scar across his forehead. This seemed to cause an awkward silence for a reason I had no idea.

"Ron, you never introduced yourself to Lola." Hermione butted in, filling the awkward silence with an obvious statement.

"Yes, I'm Ron, Ron Weasly." he stated, giving me a warm smile that I returned.

From that point on we talked, bought sweets, and showed off our magical talent on our way to Hogwarts.

I really need to do some research on Harry. What was his scar from, and why were they so amazed to see him? He looked like a normal eleven year old to me.

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