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The Hogwarts Express

by Fireflashphoenix 2 reviews

20 year old Bellatrix can't have children. what happens when she accompanies the Dark Lord to the Potters on october 31st 1981 and maternal feelings arise? read and review

Category: Harry Potter - Rating: G - Genres: Fantasy - Characters: Bellatrix, Blaise Zabini, Harry - Warnings: [!!!] [?] - Published: 2005-05-20 - Updated: 2005-05-20 - 2583 words

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter - otherwise I wouldn't be here.

A Different Bella (working title).
Chapter 3: The Hogwarts Express.

The month of august was spent going through their set books and learning as much as possible - unfortunately, this meant that Harry's wandless practice had to be stopped for a short while; he'd have to restart once he got to Hogwarts.

He could animate nearly 500 men tanks and choppers for five minutes now, which is an incredible achievement - only Dumbledore would be able to rival the amount of power needed for that sort of animation.

While they were learning, Bella thought about something that was bugging her.

'Why didn't Dumbledore give us the key for so long?' she thought. 'I may use dark magic, but that doesn't make me a thief. Even if I was I wouldn't steal from a child, especially my own son, so I doubt that would be why. So why did he have the key?' She thought.


On the morning of the 1st of September, Harry woke like any other day that Blaise stayed over...well he woke up earlier than normal, but to the normal method; Blaise using the bed as a trampoline and occasionally standing on him.

"Get up!" she shouted in his ear after flopping down next to him, the other unusual thing about this morning was that Blaise was still in her pyjamas; last night there was a thunderstorm, and Blaise has had a fear of thunderstorms ever since she was almost hit by a bolt of lightning when she was little.

So she went to see Harry, he was the only person, besides her dad, that could comfort her during a thunderstorm. But going for walkabouts in a house that sometimes got very cold at night meant in search of heat she ended up staying in his bed - this had happened before, and Bella had teased them mercilessly about it, usually muttering things to do with being a little young whenever they were around.

So that's why Blaise was up so early, or so she claimed since she would never admit to being excited about something so normal as going to school.

"Come on, up, you don't want to miss the train, do you?" she screamed in his ear; a guaranteed way to get him up.

As he got up, he kept glaring at Blaise, until she got the message that she had better run for interrupting the wonderful dream he must have been having...he's such a delightful person in the morning.


Once they were packed and ready to go, they had to floo to the leaky cauldron, before walking through the crowded streets of London get to the station.

With Hedwig - Harry had found the name in his history book and decided that it fit his owl for some reason, and Blaise's owl, Spirit, flying to Hogwarts, Bella shrunk the trunks for them and only then did they set off two hours before they had to get on the train.


Once they arrived at Kings Cross station, they began their search for platform 9¾, Bella was no help since she was in an annoying mood, so she told them that it was a test for the first years - if they could find the platform, then they can go to Hogwarts.

They knew that she was joking, but that didn't change the fact that she wouldn't tell them where the platform was.

So that's why, with ten minutes to go until they had to get on the train, Bella finally relented and showed them how to get on the platform, only to find themselves right behind a large group of red-heads.

Harry had to scowl, just like Bella and Blaise - after Dumbledore failed to send Harry to the Dursleys, he tried to send him to the red-headed family ahead of them, the Weasleys, they were called.

Luckily for Harry, the Wizengamot didn't think the Weasleys could afford to feed another mouth and refused Dumbledore permission to take money from Harry's trust vault to pay for him to stay.

Which meant that Harry got to stay with Bellatrix.

Right now they were following the Weasleys to get onto the platform, the problem was that they were taking so long...but they were taught manners, unlike Malfoy, so they didn't push past them...they also didn't want a confrontation, especially not like last time that ended up with Bella being called a 'heartless bitch', she had spent a week with her knuckles in a bandage - if one thing could be said about Bella it was that she could hit very hard.

All of that added up to a mad rush to say goodbye and get on the train in time.

Once they were on the train and found a free compartment, they finally got to sit down as the train pulled away from the station, only to have their five minutes of 'relax time' interrupted by the compartment door opening to reveal Ron Weasley stood in the doorway.

"Oh, it's you, everywhere else is full, mind if I sit here?" Ron asked.

"Fine by us, don't expect us to be nice; your mum did call mine a heartless bitch."

"I don't expect anything from you, especially nice words...if it's any consolation, my mum regrets saying those things to yours."

"No, it's not really. Mum used to be one of them - she's the first to admit that, but she changed when she found me."

" play Quidditch?"

"Not in the middle of a muggle street sucks, no Quidditch."

" do support a team right?"

"Of course! We support the Tutshill Tornadoes; well I have little choice in which I support, dad owns five percent of the team and expects me to support them." Blaise said as she finally entered the conversation.

"At least you own part of a team." Ron mumbled to himself.

"It's not all its cracked up to be, all we really get is cheap tickets to games and the occasional bit of money depending on how well they are doing."

"I can vouch for that, mum owns part of the Nimbus corporation and all we get is inside information on new brooms...did you know they've already got a Nimbus 2001 planned and under development."

"Whatever." Ron said as they began talking (arguing) about Quidditch teams and different brooms.

Their 'discussion' was interrupted by a plump woman with a trolley full of food, Harry got a small pile of chocolate frogs and pumpkin pasties, Blaise had gotten some every flavour beans.

Once Harry had eaten all of his pasties, he finally got into his chocolate frogs, the first one he had, turned out to have the annoyingly familiar face of Albus Dumbledore in it, turning the card over, Harry read the familiar passage for what felt like the millionth time.

Albus Dumbledore, currently headmaster of Hogwarts.
Considered by many to be the greatest wizard of modern
times, Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for
His defeat of the Dark Lord Grindlewald in 1945,
The discovery of the twelve uses of dragons blood
And his work on alchemy with his partner,
Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys
Chamber music and tenpin bowling.

Harry snorted, who cares that he likes tenpin bowling? It should say something like ... Master Manipulator Albus Dumbledore, or stupid bas -.

His thoughts were cut off as the compartment door opened and a round-faced boy came in looking slightly flustered.

"Excuse me, but have you seen my toad, only he has a habit of trying to escape." The boy asked.

"Sorry Longbottom, no toads around here." Harry answered back as he wondered why the son of the countries two best Aurors had a toad for a pet.

"Oh well, if you see one, grab it and hold on to him for me will ya?"

"No problem." Harry said before the compartment door closed.

"Why would he actually look for a toad of all things, I'd lose it on purpose." Blaise thought out loud, almost blushing when she realised that she had uttered her thoughts.

"Too right, but then again I can't talk." Ron muttered before giving his pet rat a despairing look.

Blaise's reply was cut off by the compartment door opening again, this time to reveal a girl, probably another first year, that had large front teeth, lots of bushy hair, and when she spoke she did so in a bossy sort of voice - she looked vaguely familiar to Harry, as if he had seen her before but couldn't work out where.

"Have you seen a toad, only Neville's lost one."

"No, he's just been in to ask us that himself." Harry answered taking an almost instant dislike to her; she sounded like a female Malfoy.

"Oh, well if you see one then let us know." She said before deciding that she wanted a decent conversation instead of constantly asking the same things over and over again and came into the compartment and sat down near the door.

"I still can't believe this is happening, my parents are muggles, so I only discovered that I was a witch this summer. Do I know you? You look familiar." She finally asked Harry.

"I don't know. What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Ah, I know where I know you from, your parents are dentists aren't they?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"He lives on your street."

"Oh. So that's why people think you and your mum are so weird. Harry Potter right?"

"Yes, this is Blaise Zabini and that's Ron Weasley."

"I can introduce myself." Ron said defensively.

"I don't care, just as long as we can call truce between us...and your brothers, at least until Malfoy's been dealt with."

"I take it you all know each other." Hermione interrupted the 'discussion with raised voices' that was brewing.

"Yes, have you read any modern history books?"

"Yes, I've read all of the course books along with -"

"I don't want a list of which ones, I just wanted to know if you'd read about my part in the current world, 'cause after that night my mum found me and adopted me the next day, but Dumbledore tried to send me to my muggle relatives home, when that failed, he tried to send me to the Weasleys, then the Longbottoms, and a few took him a full year to stop trying to move me to a home where he could manipulate me. That's how we know Ron, me and Blaise have been friends since...well since I can remember."

"I don't think he would try to manipulate you."

"We, what house are you hoping for?" Blaise said diffusing the situation; it was obvious that Hermione loved authority and believed that it was infallible.

"Ravenclaw, Gryffindors are too...rash for me, Hufflepuffs are too quick to back down from an argument. Slytherin wouldn't be bad, a bit more cunning than I will ever be though."

"Excellent, we can be friends with you then, we want into Slytherin, Ravenclaw is our second choice." Blaise answered for Harry and herself. "He will obviously want to be in Gryffindor." She said for Ron.

"I can speak for myself." Ron said as he turned a bright red.

"Do we look like we care?" Harry shot back, but the door opening yet again cut off the retort.

"Well, well, well, Potter actually managed to find the platform, what a surprise." Drawled the familiarly annoying voice of Draco Malfoy, when they all looked up they saw that he was being flanked by two huge boys that appeared to have less brains than a troll - not an easy thing to do.

"You know my mother, if she's in that sort of mood she can be really annoying...but don't you worry yourself; you still have the gold medal when it comes to 'the most annoying windbag awards'."

"I'd watch your mouth Potter, I'll be the one laughing when you're sorted in with the puffs."

"Whatever, now I must ask you to get out." Harry finished as the door slammed shut, missing Malfoys nose by an inch. "And stay out!" Harry shouted at Malfoys stunned look.


The rest of the journey was spent in moderate peace, the whole group, except Blaise since she already knew how he did it, managed to refrain from commenting on how he closed the door from the other side of the compartment.

About five minutes before they had finished getting changed into their uniform, the train pulled into Hogsmeade station.

After they pushed their way through the crowd to get onto the platform, the cold night air making them shiver, they heard a familiar voice that Harry had hoped he wouldn't hear quite yet.

"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" Hagrid deep voice echoed over the platform.

"I'd hoped that he they'd stopped using him to show the first years to the castle." Harry whispered to Blaise who nodded in agreement.

"C'mon, follow me - any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"

the first years followed obediently behind Hagrid as they slipped, stumbled and slid down a steep narrow path.

They continued in almost total silence until Hagrids voice interrupted their concentration. "Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts on a sec, jus' round this bend here."

There was a loud "Oooooh!" from the first years as they caught there first glimpse of Hogwarts; the narrow path opened up suddenly on to the edge of a great black lake, the opposite cliff loomed high above the surface, and perched atop it was a magnificent castle with hundreds of lit windows sparkling like stars in the night sky, towers, turrets and ramparts silhouetted by the last rays of sun just before it finally dipped below the horizon.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called as he pointed to a fleet of small rowing boats sitting by the shore.

Harry quickly climbed into a boat followed by Blaise, Hermione and, to their dismay, Ron. Once they were all in a boat, Hagrid shouted 'forward' causing the boats to glide across the glass-like surface of the lake.

As they got closer to the cliff, they couldn't help but stare up at the castle towering over them. Harry and Blaise had had the first years journey to Hogwarts described to him by at least four different people...and overheard other people talking about it, now they couldn't help but agree with them that it was an absolutely beautiful sight.

As they approached the cliff, a murmur of alarm rose up from some of the other boats, mainly from the muggle-borns; they thought that they would hit the cliff face or rocks would punch holes in the boats.

"Heads down!" Hagrid yelled as the first boats reached the cliffs, they all bent down to avoid the curtain of ivy that was hung across what turned out to be a long dark tunnel that extended underneath Hogwarts.

The boats kept going on what appeared to be a rocky underground harbour. As all of the students clambered out of the boats, Hagrid gave Neville his toad back before leading them through a stone passageway that broke out into a smooth grass lawn that was in the shadow of the castle.

Hagrid then lead them up some stone steps to the huge front oak doors, then raised one of his massive fists and banged on the door three times.
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