You're A Wizard

My name is Lucy Lupin. Yes, Lupin. My parents were both killed when you-know-who returned. I live with my godfather, Harry Potter and his family. I'm a metamorphagus and a werewolf. I start Hogwarts in a week. Wish me luck.


4. The Hogwarts Express

We drove to Kings Cross Station an headed to the wall that acted as  a barrier to platform 9 and three quarters. Harry said, "James, you go first and show them how its done." James held his cart firmly, and broke into a run. Right as he touched the wall, he passed right through. Amazed, Albus's jaw dropped to the ground. Harry walked up to Albus and held the cart with him, and they passed through together. Ginny and I were the only ones left. She told me, "Go ahead, I'll come in after you." I did as I was told, and ran owards the wall.

I looked up, and saw a beautiful scarlet train that said in golden letters "HOGWARTS EXPRESS". I stared in awe, and approached the large train. I saw Harry and Albus having a private discussion, so I left them alone. I walked up the ramp that was leading up to the entrance of the train. I quickly found an empty compartment, and sat down. I knew that James would sit with all of his second year friends, and Albus would sit with his cousins. I thought that it would be easiest to stay out of their business. I pulled out The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1, and started reading. I read for about 15 minutes, then this girl walked in, interrupting me and my book. She sat down, and looked at her watch. "Oh, sorry. My name's Cierra. My brother kicked me out and told me to scram, and you looked lonely." she told me. "Thanks for noticing, but I think I'm fine. You can leave if you want." I replied, trying not to sound harsh. "Alright, but don't you want to be able to go to school with at least one friend?" she asked me. I never thought of it that way. "Maybe you're right, Cierra. I'm Lucy, just so you know." She smiled at me. I could tell that she needed a friend as much as I did. "So, tell me about yourself," she asked. "Well, let's see."

She looked at me curiously. "How about we start with why your hair keeps changing its colour." I laughed. "Great idea." "You see, I'm a metamorphagus, which means that I can change my appearance at will. And it's not always controllable, let's leave it at that." She looked at me in awe. "That's so cool! I don't really have any special powers. But, I am pretty smart," she said. "That's as good as anything I could do with my hair," I mumbled. Cierra giggled. "You are really funny. I only wish tha-" And after that, the woman pushing the food cart passed us saying, "Anything off the trolley, dears?" I looked over at Cierra, who nodded. "I'll have two of the chocolate frogs, 2 butterbeers, 2 sugar quills, and 2 cauldron cakes." I paid the woman and she moved on to the next row.

                                             **TWO HOURS LATER**

We had changed into our robes and eaten our sweets. We had become great friends throughout the train ride. "I'm so scared for the sorting," Cierra told me. "I would like to be in Gryffindor, but there's a fair chance of me getting in Slytherin." She looked up at me. "Why is that," I asked. "You see, my father was a death eater, and he killed my auntie and uncle. He is in Azkaban now." She looked like she was about to cry. "I know what you're going through. My mum and dad were killed in the war against Voldemort. That's why I live with my godparents," I said. I trusted Cierra, but I wondered if I should tell her my secret. And just like that, the words came out of me. "I'm a werewolf," I whispered, and shortly afterwards clapping my hand over my mouth. She looked at me, obviously horrified yet interested. "Are you serious?" she asked me. I looked up at her and silently nodded. She had never been involved with werewolves, I could tell. "There,s no need to be scared," I assured her. "I'm never around other people when the moon is full. And also, I've learned to control my anger. So no one never finds out. And I'd like to keep it that way," I said, as she nodded and agreed. Perfect. My secret wouldn't find it's way around school. Yet. We stood up when the train stopped, both of us silently praying that we would at least make it through the sorting.

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