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The Grindelwald Legacy	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 7559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

Chapter 1

Lucy was ecstatic when a letter arrived for her at the Montford Home for wayward children. She never got letters.

Well she got one once, twice actually, about five years ago from some place called Pigwart or something. She was eleven at the time and living at the Springs orphanage in Essex. The letter invited her to go to some school for witches and wizards somewhere. Matron had promptly ripped the letter up and binned it, saying it was probably from some crank religious sect. When an identical one arrived the next day, with an additional note saying that someone would arrive that week to explain, Matron informed the police.
She never got to discover who came, if indeed anyone actually did, as she was removed from Springs that day and taken to the Montford home for wayward children in Manchester.

For her own safety, they said, it would help her learn to behave more like other children they said. She tended always to be in the thick of it when something odd happened, they said.
How was it her fault if Sammy Walters� hands and feet changed places for a day? Or that Sissy Wilks� greasy, rat tails, hair turned into real rats tails? Or that Barry Jenkinson�s nose fell off when Lucy got annoyed with the boy constantly sniffing all the time?

It was not as if she made it happen.

Just because she could� well, it still wasn�t her fault.
Lucy was not appeased, all her friends were at Springs, and she did not know anyone at Montford. And she certainly was not a wayward child, at least not yet.
On her sixteenth birthday, she got another letter. This letter though was one that would change her life. It said she had a relative, and that the relative wanted her to go live with them. The relative apologised for never contacting her sooner, but apparently, they knew nothing about her until recently.
Through a long series of correspondence with Mr Hales, the director of Social Services in Greater Manchester, where Lucy lived, and an intermediary social worker up in Scotland, which was where her apparent grandmother lived, Lucy was eventually sent a train ticket so she could go to Scotland and live with her Grandmother.
At sixteen, she was legally entitled to leave the home as long as a mature adult was willing to take responsibility for her.

Lucy had no idea what the woman would be like, but hell, she was family. Another year at Montford and she would be out on her arse anyway.
She twagged school for the day and met up with Aidy, her current, soon to be ex-boyfriend. Aidy was sixteen and on suspension from school for constantly fighting. Lucy did not approve of his behaviour most of the time, but he was good in the sack and that was all she really was interested in as far as he was concerned. Other than he was a good screw, she would not miss him at all.

He did not seem too bothered that she was leaving for good the next day, he never had a problem finding someone to spread their legs for him. It was just that Lucy was always eager and he liked that. He found her convenient.

They used each other and it suit them both.

Mr Hales arranged a taxi to take her to Manchester Piccadilly railway station, where she had to catch a train to Kings Cross Station so she could catch another train to somewhere called Hogsmead.

How stupid was that? Why not catch a train from Manchester?

Mr Hales shook her hand and wished her all the best.

Right, as if she believed that. She had never even met the bloke before today.
The main problem was that the ticket she had been sent by her grandmother said the train left from platform 9¾
. Well she was not stupid, stations did not have platform numbers in increments of a ¼
. Someone was playing a sick joke on her.
�Now what am I supposed to bloody do?� Grabbing her cases, she trundled them along and joined the mile long queue at the information desk. After what seemed like hours, it was her turn. The man told her to �sod off�, he wasn�t in the mood for kids and their games today.
�Bloody hell.� Lucy was close to tears with frustration and not a little fear. She checked her pockets. She had money. �75 cash, and a debit card that gave her access to her savings, with amounted to a further �328.94 pence.

The kids at Montford�s all had savings accounts, but Lucy rarely touched hers. She was not too bothered about having lots of clothes, preferring to go for jeans mostly, or trackies that did not cost a fortune. Her school uniform was in her case, not that it would be any good for whatever school she attended in Scotland. She just hoped the new curriculum matched the one she was used to.
Lucy was very intelligent and enjoyed school. She wanted to pass her exams and gain a scholarship to the Liverpool University animal hospital where she could train to be a veterinary surgeon. If she ever got to Scotland that is. She had the address tucked safely in her backpack, but it was no good to her if she could not find the train, and she could not find the train if the blasted platform didn�t exist.
Finding platforms 9 and 10 was easy enough, but there was no in-between.

Knowing she would have to ring Montford�s and tell them what had happened, yet not ready to except the inevitable, she sat on her cases and sulked while glumly staring at the barrier that divided the two platforms.
She blinked a couple of times when a man appeared to stand at the barrier for a moment, then simply disappeared.
�I�m going nuts.� She thought, rubbing her eyes and settling once more to simply staring at the barrier. She was happy in her little pity fest, why shouldn�t she sulk if she wanted to?

�Oh God, no. I don�t believe this.� She said under her breath when two more people melted into the barrier.
She stood and dragged her cases over to the barrier and stood looking at it for a while. She knew she was bonkers for thinking someone actually walked through it, but it sure looked like it happened.
A man and woman stood beside her now, watching her curiously.
Lucy pretended not to notice and turned to look away from them, yet she was watching from the corner of her eyes. Eyes that widened when the couple walked right through the barrier.
Lucy looked at her watch, ten minutes to eleven, and her train was due to leave at eleven.
Looking round and feeling utterly ridiculous, she gave a nervous giggle and slapped the barrier with her hand.
�Shit.� She squealed, snatching it back and glancing round to make sure no one heard her or saw what happened.

She poked it with her finger this time, and like her hand, it disappeared through the barrier.
Lucy shivered.
�Excuse me, if you�re going through, then go. I for one don�t want to miss the train.�

She squealed again and spun to see a short man in a blue... �bugger me he�s wearing a dress.�

�Oh yeah. Right. I was just erm �
The man studied her for a second. �Trying to find platform 9¾
?�
�Yeah. How did you know?�
�Come on, this is obviously your first time here.�

Before she could protest, he told her to grab her bags, then took her arm gently, but firmly, and led her through the barrier.
�Oh... my ... God. What just happened? That was the most weirdest thing that ever happened to me.�

The man smiled briefly, shrugged, and made his way down the platform.
Lucy forgot all about him when she saw the large red steam engine. �Crikey. I thought these things went out with the ark.�
Checking her ticket again, she heaved the cases onto the train and climbed aboard just before the doors closed.
It didn�t take long to find an empty compartment and get settled in, the train seemed practically deserted.
About an hour later, Lucy was bored to tears. She had no idea how long the journey would take and she�d not thought to bring a book or buy a magazine at one of the stations.
She pulled her mobile phone from her pocket, only to find it was dead. �Stupid thing.� She muttered. She�d charged it before she left this morning, it shouldn�t have been dead.
Another hour and she was sprawled along the seat fast asleep. Two hours after that and she was fidgeting.
Her MP3 player wasn�t playing for some reason so she packed it away with the mobile and strolled up the gangway for a few carriages to stretch her legs, then made her way back. Just as she was about to go out of her mind with boredom a woman appeared with a tea trolley.
�Oh thank goodness. Can I have a coke and a Mars bar please. I�m starved. Do you know how much farther we have to go?�
�Sorry dear, tea, pumpkin juice or butterbeer. We don�t have muggle drinks. Journey�s about another hour and a half. What about a nice pumpkin pasty?�
Lucy stared at the woman. �She�s stark raving bonkers.� She thought. At least until she looked at the items on the trolley.
Drubles best blowing gum?

Bertie Bossets every flavour beans?

Pepper Imps?

�You don�t do sarnies I suppose? Normal ones.�
�Sandwiches? Yes dear. Beef and tomato, ham and lettuce, cheese and pickle.�

�Cheese and pickle please, and two of those butter drink things.� She asked demurely. No way was she eating or drinking pumpkin anything. Yuck.
It was dark when the train finally stopped. Lucy waited until it finished lurching before she stood to drag her cases from the train.

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