Flowers and Snakes

People didn’t believe Voldemort when he told the world he had changed. Not even the news that he had fathered a child with his life partner Quirrell changed their opinion of him. So when Avalona starts her education at Hogwarts she decides to keep her parentage a secret from everyone except her closest friends. A gifted witch, she quickly excels, first academically and then physically as she becomes the second youngest seeker in history after Harry Potter. But her path isn’t going to be easy as she discovers new powers, figures out who her friends really are, and learning to find happiness in the darkest of places.
(Technically a HP and AVPM crossover, but it’s mostly HP- only AVPM reference is Quirrelmort)
My first Movella! 

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4. Off to Hogwarts

Well, I hadn’t expected Kings Cross Station to be full of Wizards and Witches. Quirrell and Voldemort had always told me that magical folk had to be carfeul and hide their identity when amongst muggles, and I knew that today the station would be packed, but I thought they would at least try to disguise themselves. But no. All the people I could see around me were carefully and slowly streaming down to the magical gate/wall that led to Platform 9 & ¾ were either wearing obvious Wizarding clothes, or had a weird glowing aura around them. I couldn’t make head nor tail of it, so I turned to Macy.

“I thought Wizards were supposed to dress like muggles in this place.” I whispered to her, as we pushed our trolleys down the platform, following the crowd. She whipped her head around and flashed me a grin before tucking a stray strand of her jet black hair behind her ear.

“I know! You’d think the muggles would notice something was up.” We giggled.

Quirrell and Voldemort walked a little way ahead of us, and paused every now and then to make sure we didn’t fall behind or get lost in the crowd. It was noisy and I guessed that today was significant for the muggles too as their trains ran like clockwork and every one that pulled into the station deposited a great number of smart-looking people in suits. It took all I had to keep my attention on not tipping the trolley over or bashing Kera’s cage on anything (or one!).

And then we were there, in front of the wall that would lead us to the train platform. Quirrell took Voldemort’s hand and together they stepped into the wall, encouraging us to follow.

“Do you want to go first or should I?” I asked my friend, who had gone very pale. I guess she was as nervous as I was- after all, it’s not every day that you have to run through a wall to go to school.

“You can.” Macy managed, offering me a weak smile. I nodded solemly and lined my trolley up.

Breathe, I reminded myself. One, two, three!

I ran full pelt at the wall, and just as I thought I would collide with it and become a Witch-shaped puddle on the pavement I felt a small chill go through me and my vision blurred. And then everything returned to normal, except I was now standing on another crowded platform with a Scarlet engine billowing steam on the track. I had made it onto Platform 9 & ¾.

And then Macy came rushing onto the platform behind me, talking a mile a minute.

“OHMYGOSHTHATWASSOSCARYITHOUGHTWEWEREGOINGTODIEBUTWEAREHERE

NOWANDHTISISGOINGTOBEAWESOMEICAN’TBELIEVEWE’REACTUALLYGOINGTO

HOGWARTS-“

“Okay, calm down Macy!” I almost shouted at her in attempt to stop the endless flow of words coming from her mouth. She smiled sheepishly at me and blushed. “Come on, lets go and find my Dads so we can say goodbye and get on the train!”

We walked along the platform, but it took forever to get anywhere. Other students from older years kept pushing past us and other first years to get the good spots on the train, and I kept losing sight of Macy. Another thrid year ploughed into the side of my trolley, but unlike most of the others he didn’t immediately scoot around me and jump onto the train. No, he actually turned to me.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” his hair was dark and flopped over his eyes which would have made him look geeky, except his grin was lopsided. I guess he was trying to be flirty. “Are you a first year?”

I nodded and quickly surveyed the people around me, looking for Macy and my fathers. There they were, I had to get to them before the train left so I could say goodbye.

“My name’s James Potter, by the way.” The boy, James, said again which made me focus on him again. “Yeah, my father’s Harry Potter, the guy who saved the world...”

Something stirred in the back of my mind, and I remembered that this boy’s father used to be my father’s worst enemy, until he turned good that is. I was just wondering whether I should reply when the Train blew it’s whistle, signalling that we had five minutes to get on the train. James hurriedly bid me farewell and scurried onto the train, muttering something about finding his brother, and I practically ran along the station to my family.

“Oh, Av there you are!” Voldemort said when he saw me. “We though you were already on the train!”

“Without saying goodbye to you guys?” I laughed, giving him a goodbye hug. “Never in a million years! I got caught up by some boy who ran into the side of me.”

That caught Macy and Quirrell’s attention, and I inwardly cringed. Reluctantly, I told them it was Harry Potter’s son.

“Harry Potter?” Quirrell mused quietly. “Voldemort, that must mean that he’s here-“

“NO Quirrell, we are NOT going to see him. Avalona, whatever you do, don’t get in a fight with the Potters or the Weasleys. It’s not worth your time unless you want to die.”

I nodded and hugged them both again. Then I pulled my trunk and Kera’s cage off the trolley as Macy did the same.

“Bye Dad, bye Quirrell!” I called over my shoulder as we clambered into one of the carriages. They waved back and I could tell Quirrell was trying not to cry. “I promise I’ll write, and I’ll be home for Christmas!”

And with that, I turned away from the life I had known and followed Macy down the carriage-way.

It was almost impossible to find an empty compartment because most of them were taken up by older students or crowded with squabbling siblings. I didn’t know about Macy, but neither of those options seemed pleasant. In the end we had to travel all the way down to the back of the train to find somewhere to sit. Even then, then only place that had any room for us to sit was a compartment with two blonde First Years in it, one boy and one girl, with all their attention on a game of wizard chess on the table.

 “I guess we should try in here.” Macy shrugged and knocked on the glass door before sliding it open. Only the boy looked up, and with a gasp I realised that I recognised him.

“Scorpius?” I asked incredulously.

“You know each other?” Macy asked me in a similar tone, to which I could only nod.

Scorpius smiled slightly and pushed his hair out of his pale blue eyes as he invited us in. Macy entered first and I had to squeeze past her enormous trunk just to get in.

“Yeah, we sort of met in Diagon Alley.” Scorpius answered her question and I tried not to laugh. “But when she said ‘see you on the train’, I didn’t think she meant it literally!”

“Neither did I!”

He picked up my own trunk like it was a half-empty rucksack and put it in the storage space above our heads, and then did the same for Macy. We sat down on the plush benches and Scorpius resumed his game with the girl. I sat next to him and regarded the girl across the table, who seemed to be reading something under the table. She too had platinum blonde hair and pale eyes, but her other features were completely different from his. For a start, she had a small upturned nose not too dissimilar to my own, and small, pale lips.

“Hello,” I said to her, trying to get her attention. “What’s your name?”

For a few painstaking seconds she ignored me, and I was about to turn to Scorpius for the answer, but eventually she raised her head and looked at me in the eyes. I almost baulked. Her gaze seemed distant, like she was looking at something far away even though I could tell she was looking at me.

“Stella,” she said in a dreamy voice with a slight irish accent. “Stella Scamander.”

Her last name rang a distant bell but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Instead I smiled.

“Nice to meet you Stella. I’m Avalona Quirrell and this is my friend Macy Cornflower.” I didn’t usually give my full name to people, but then again most of those people were muggles, and I was going to a magical school now.

“Quirrell? Wasn’t he the disgraced professor who hosted Lord Voldemort?”

Uh oh. I shouldn’t have said anything. But now I was in this hole, I may as well dig myself in even deeper.

“Y-yeah,” I started, trying to control my stutter and failing. “In f-fact there’s s-something I should probably t-tell you g-guys...”

Macy leveled me with her bright blue eyes and opened her mouth to tell me not to say anything. I didn’t want to give her the chance, so I swallowed my nerves and blurted it all out. About how my dads had become good friends during their time together in Harry Potter’s first year, and when Voldemort had been killed the second time a part of him had lived on in Quirrell as an extra horcrux- who had survived his encounter with the Philosophers Stone, depite what Dumbledore had said- and allowed him to come back to life once more. Except this time the evil part of him had not survived, aparantly because that wasn’t how Quirrell had remembered him. So they had bought a house together, and eventually decided to have me, a perfect blend of their best qualities.

Half way through, the lady with the Sweet Trolley came past and offered us food. I bought some Every Flavour Beans to share, a Chocolate Frog and a pumpking pasty, while Stella and Scorpius bought a Strawberry Snake to share and a couple of Chocolate Frogs. Macy hadn’t got any wizard money so she couldn’t buy anything, but she seemed to be happy muching her way through half of my pasty. I gave up and handed her the whole thing before continuing my story.

Macy had already heard it quite a few times before, but she said nothing as  rattled through my tale. Stella and Scorpius were silent the whole way through and for quite a few minutes after.

“I-I probably shouldn’t have t-told you that...” I stammered. Stella’s expression hadn’t changed from her distant look so I didn’t know what she made of it, but Scorpius had gone pale- well paler than his normal pallor. “Please don’t hate me for it. And please don’t tell anyone- I would be shunned, and I don’t want to be judged on my parent’s past!”

“Your father is Lord Voldemort...” he whispered. “My father, my great aunt and my grandparents were Death Eaters, did you know? Which means that they probably won’t like you... They would never apporve of him having a child, especially with another man...”

Macy snorted and shot him a withering look.

“And why do you care so much about what they think? You must be a real daddy’s boy- live your own life, for Wizard God’s sake!”

“Macy!” I exclaimed. “That’s rude! You would probably be nervous of knowing someone your dad wouldn’t like too!”

Her face softened and she appologised.

“S’okay.” Scorpius replied as his face returned to normal and he flashed a smile at me. “You acted like a real Gryffindor though.”

“If that’s supposed to be an insult don’t bother.” She sniffed. “Gryffindor is the house I hope to get into.”

I rolled my eyes at her, but grinned. As a muggle-born, she hadn’t had much exposure to the wizarding world before being accepted into Hogwarts. But even then, when I had lent her my Harry Potter books, she had immdiately decided Gryffindor was the house to be in.

“Well I’m going to be a Slytherin. All my family has been in the Snake house, so that’s were I’ll be.” Scorpius’s words seemed bright, but there was an undertone in his voice that I couldn’t help but pick up on.

“I don’t know which house I want to be in.” I admitted. “I mean, my dads were in Slytherin and Ravenclaw, so probably one of those. I’m not picky though.”

To my surprise, Stella looked over and smiled at me.

“My mother was in Ravenclaw too. We could be put in the same house!”

“That would be cool!” I laughed. “We should be friends. You all know my secret now, so it would be silly not to stick together, even if we’ll be in different houses. I’ve already run into Scorpius twice without meaning to now!”

Scorpius laughed and I took that as assent.

“Well yeah, why not?”

Like a kid, I stretched my arm and held my hand palm down over the top of the table hovvering just above the now-abandoned chess game. Macy got what I was trying to achieve immediately and put her hand over mine. Stella and Scorpius joined in.

“Friends forever?” I asked and looked around at their faces. They were all smiling.

“To the end!” They replied in unison. We leant back on our benches and it was only then that I realised that the world outside had grown dark and the terrain was mountainous.

I opened my Chocolate Frog, scarfed the sweet before it could have a chance of escape and eased the card out of the packaging. I cried out in delight.

“I got Rowena Ravenclaw! That’s got to be an omen, right!”

But the others didn’t hear my. They were clustered at the compartment door and peering down the carriage-way. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Macy truned to me, her eyes alight with excitement.

“Hogwarts castle is in sight!”

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