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Spellbound	By : LadyHavok Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of its affiliates. If I made money from this story, I don't think I would be posting on here. But I don't, so I am.

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Ea was quite impressed with how her cousins kept her attention for the two weeks that she was staying with the Potters. She shared a room with Lily, and they were up all night sometimes, talking about boys and Quidditch. And when she wasn’t giggling with Lily, she was roughhousing or actually playing Quidditch with James and Albus. She did chores with them, and helped them finish up their summer homework, and they took her to Diagon Alley to go shopping or just to hang out.
But now, the warmth of the crowded alley was replaced by the steely cold of the train that rushed them towards a new year at school. Ea was not eager for this. She had been dreading coming to a new school as a second year, and was not ecstatic to be going to her uncle's old school. Now she would be seen as "That-New-Second-Year-Girl" or "Harry-Potter's-Niece". She didn’t want to have to live up to those impossible standards.
She had finally gotten away from her family, and was able to sit in a cubicle that had blessedly been left empty. In the quiet, with the soft chugging of the engine as background noise, Ea was ears deep in an advanced dark arts book, when a flurry of robes landed in the seat next to her, squishing her toes under it.
Startling gray eyes landed on her when she gasped, and a small grin spread across its face. He leaned forward and gently laid his finger across Ea's lips before she could shout in rage.
"Don't say anything." The boy's roguish face smirked again, before disappearing altogether, instantly followed by a ruckus outside of her compartment. Curious as to what was going on, she moved to get up, but an invisible hand held her leg hostage.
Just as she was about to ask what he was doing, the door flew open and a tall, lean boy in black robes with a green and silver scarf stared down the bridge of his nose at her.
"I'm looking for someone." was all he said.
"I do believe that I qualify as someone." Ea said smartly. She was tired of people barging in on her solitude. "Last I checked anyway."
The transparent hand on her leg squeezed, and she gathered up the strength and swung her legs out from underneath him. Standing straight up to her impressive six foot height, she easily looked the boy in the eye, "If you are done intruding, I do believe it would be wise of you to leave. At once." She swept her arm out towards the door, and waited.
The now sputtering boy looked totally poleaxed, "How dare you? I'll have you know, I am a prefect of Slytherin house! You will resp-" her wand against his throat silenced him.
"You're going to leave. Now." The air around her began to move, as if charged by fire and electricity. The tips of her hair were glowing as brightly as the tip of her wand.
Mr. Prefect took his cue and left. Ea stood in place quietly, fully aware of the invisible boy in the corner, watching her.
"You should leave too." She said over her shoulder, but squealed loudly as something pinched her butt. She felt a brush of wind and she knew it would be almost pointless to curse the mangy boy when she couldn't see him. Almost pointless.
She clamped down on the feeling and closed the door. Only to have it jerked open by Albus.
"Hey! Where have you been? Your other cousins are looking for you!" He looked around the compartment she was in, "You haven't been in here sulking have you?" He asked softly. Out of all of her family, she felt most connected to to her second cousin. She nodded a bit and sighed when Albus wrapped her in a big hug.
They stayed like that until Ea moved away and grabbed her book. Albus opened the door and put his arm over her shoulders and they walked down the small hall.
They got to an almost full compartment that she had heard since one car away, and her name rang out.
"Ea!"
"Hey Madden! How ya been?"
"Oh my gosh! I can't believe Ea made it!"
"Albus! You've been keeping her to yourself haven't you? That's no fair!"
"Yea! I want a turn!" At the deep baritone, she looked at Teddy. A few years above her, Teddy had always intimidated her.
"No Ted, you would snap her in half, the way you roughhouse." Said Lily, who was still sporting a bruised chin and ego from the last tussle they had regarding Teddy smelling like chocolate and Lily's chocolate frogs had conveniently going missing.
Thankfully, Teddy knew when to back off. Lily was also exceptional at wickedly sharp charms and jinxes.
Ea laughed good-heartedly at her family's antics to cheer her up. Moving into the room she picked a spot next to Lily and they chatted for a while before prefects and heads of houses moved around to let people know it was time to start getting ready to get off the train. She excused herself and went to the compartment that her things were in.
She pulled on her robe and pulled her hair back. She had a general idea if what was to happen when she arrived. She knew that she was going to be staying with the first years to get sorted, then after that she was going to bed. The sooner she got out of the eyes if all those students, the better.
She felt the train start to slow and stuck her head out of her compartment. No one had their luggage so she tapped on the nearest boy's shoulder.
"What do we do with our belongings? Surely we dont leave them on the train right?"
The boy smiled and laughed kindly, "Yes, actually. There are many house-elves who come and take the luggage out of the train." He turned towards her and held out his hand, "My name is Sasha. I'm a third year. Can I assume that you're a first year?"
She shook his hand and shook her head. "No, I'm in my second year, but I've transfered here this year."
His eyes went wide, "Transfered? Where from?"
She was about to not answer him when the train stopped and the answer was jolted out of her mouth, "Salem."
Before he was able to question her further, she ducked into her compartment to grab her small bag that she always kept on her person. She counted to ten before she pushed into the throng of students.
Keeping with the obviously young kids, she followed the baritone that shouted for them, "First years! First years this way! Over here!"
Ea safely manuvered over to a large mountain of a man with a small, but contagious smile and a huge umbrella that he carried around by the middle, instead of the curved handel that was made to be held.
He used it much like a pointer to navigate them to a small cove where he herded them into boats. They sat there for a moment, then like he was shocked, the large man rapped his umbrella on the boat he was in, and suddenly, all the boats began to move.
The first glimpse of the castle took her breath away. How she longed to sketch the beauty and haunted omnipotence she felt from this magestic building. Glancing around, she made sure no one was watching her, and she pulled her sketch pad out of the bottomless organizer bag (or Bob, as she called it. Uncle Harry got for her last year and she never went anywhere without it).
As quickly and as quietly as she could, Ea sketched a rough rendition of the castle, making sure to catch the warm lights from within glowing off of the water's cold, glassy surface.
When she noticed people noticing her, she slid her belongings smoothly back into Bob, and returned to admiring the old castle. They pulled up to another small cove and climbed some stairs that led up to the large front doors.
After clambering up another set of wide stairs after entering, they were stopped by a tall, rather awkward, yet confident looking man, who introduced himself as Professor Longbottom, the Herbalism teacher. He directed them towards another set of large doors. He stopped in front of them and explained a little about the sorting. It sounded just like Salem's sorting system to her, so she just went along with everything.
He ushered them through the doors and Ea once again felt her breath catch at the sight of the long, candle-lit hall. What she figured for the house tables were evenly long And lined down the room. All eyes were on them.
Shrinking into the middle of the group, Ea desperately looked around for someone she knew, something to ground her. Her nerves were high strung, her breath coming in small, quiet gasps. She was about to make a dash for the large doors when her eyes passed over a set of clear, twinkling steel gray eyes and stuck there. There was a small smirk below his smoothly curved nose, but the eyes held her immobile.
She felt her breathing slow and her anxiety leak from her pores. She looked around her. All eyes were on her, and she realized that her name had been called by Professor Longbottom.
"Dursley, Ea? Come on now, its not that bad," he said, his arm beckoning her towards the stool with the sorting hat on it. As she made her way towards him, his smile stayed in place, "I was so nervous when I got sorted, that I tripped up these very steps and almost fell off the stool." He chuckled and she giggled, a sound very foreign to her own ears.
"My Mum always tells me to watch where I'm goin', not where I've been." She said, once again feeling more comfortable around this seemingly carefree teacher.
"She sounds like my Grandmother. She must be very smart," he said quietly, as he set the hat on her head.
She was about to respond afirmatively, when a soft, almost elderly voice whispered in her ear.
"I've been waiting for you, Ea Dursley, cousin to Harry Potter. Your young minds are so much alike. So much strength, and courage." She felt discouraged at his words. So now she couldn't even be sorted without her uncle being brought into account.
"Not at all my dear, I was mearly commenting on the similarities between the two of you."
Ea sighed, "But if I can't get out from his shadow, I'll never be able to be my own person," she thought, "I just want to be normal."
The hat actually laughed out loud, something that must not have happened very much because Professor Longbottom and the other staff at the head table, showed signs of concern or interest at the outburst.
"And what's so hysterical?" She silently scolded, embarassed that the hat had brought more focused, and definately unwanted, attention to her.
The hat responded in a kind, jovial tone, "Well then child, the house you need to be in is," he paused,
"HUFFLEPUFF!" It said in a cavernous voice, and a table erupted in cheers and whoops. Nervously, she removed the hat that was still chuckeling softly in her ear, and handed it back to the Professor.
She made her way to the waving table and sat next to a few of the newly inducted Hufflepuffs. She got a lot of pats on the back and many people introducing themselves quietly to her. Smiling at her new housemates, she looked over her shoulder towards the table she saw the boy with the gray eyes at, and saw him and many other students clad in silver and green accessories.
Right as his eyes landed on her, a voice in her ear snapped her eyes forward.
"That's Slytherin house. Be careful around them. They're a foul lot," said a girl to her right and across the table. Ea couldn't remember her name. Shirley or something.
"Yea, sure. Thanks Shirley," she said absently as she looked back over her shoulder.
"My name is Shannon!" She whined.
"Mhm, that's what I said," she mumbled as she looked back at the other table.
The minute she did, she was sucked back into the boy's stare. Had he been staring at her this whole time? A blush worked itself into her cheeks, before they're gaze was cut off by a gorgeous girl with red hair leaning into his arm and speaking into his ear.
Snapping her head forward again, she stayed adimantly focused on the rest of the sorting, cheering when other first years joined her ranks.
Once all of the students were sorted, Professor Longbottom turned over the attention to the Headmistress. An elegant, older woman stood from her large, throne-like chair and addressed them.
"I've never been one for long speeches, as many of you know," at this, there were many snickers around the Great Hall, which died the second the Headmistress sent a pointed glare at each of them, "So I'll keep this brief. Welcome, students, first years and newcomers."
Even though Ea knew she was addressing the masses, she could have sworn the Headmistress glanced at her from the corner of her eyes, but it was almost impossible to tell with the glasses she was wearing.
"And welcome back, old students. As ever, we expect you all to provide our new-comers with the proper etiquet of wizarding and witchcraft. And to all, have a wonderful new school year. Now please, everyone, rise and sing our school song!" She waved her wand and words appeared above her, and she began conducting the Houses.
Once the song was done and everyone had been reseated, she waved her wand once more and food appeared on the table in front of her, and on all of the tables. Flabergasted at the array of edible items, she dug in.
Ea ate with gusto. The food was delicious and there was so much of it. Not that she was never fed or didn't eat. She was just always hungry, but never gained weight. After several estranged glances from people around her, she slowed down. She decided it was time to socialize. Looking over at Shirley, she asked, "So, when are the Quidditch tryouts?"
Shirley scoffed at her, "Only second years and older can try out for the Quidditch teams. First years aren't even allowed to have their own brooms!"
Taken aback at Shirley's hostile tone, she turned to the boy next to her, effectively cutting Shirley out of her immediate line of sight, "So when are the Quidditch tryouts?"
The young boy looked to be in her year as well, "In a couple of weeks! Are you planning on trying out?!" He seemed excited.
"Why else would I have asked?" Ea seriously needed to consult the hat on its choice of placement.
The boy looked startled for a moment, then hurriedly went back to choking down food.
What a strange lot... I can only wonder what that hat was thinking when he put me in here.
She hoped that it was a good idea.
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