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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Three
September 1997
Elizabeth Williams was nervous. More nervous than she had ever been in her entire life. A slender, petite, and pretty witch of seventeen, her sparkling green eyes roamed Kings Cross Station. She popped up onto her tip toes once or twice to stretch her five foot nothing frame to scan the crowds. Heaving a breath, she blew side bangs out of her face as her hands dropped from the red and paint chipped colored trolley. After a moment, she dug in her pocket looking for a hair tie. Finding it, she pulled her straight, honey blonde locks up into a high pony tail that cascaded thickly to the small of her back.
She was nervous because she found herself not only about to attend a new school, but in a new country as well. She wasn’t just attending any school, either, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was legendary. It was the school where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had met his end less than a half of year before. Even in the far reaches of the United States, they had felt the wrath of the most notorious dark wizard known throughout history. It was also the school where Harry Potter and his friends – that they were now calling “The Golden Trio” – would be attending their final year.
Elizabeth, or Lizzie as most people called her, was a Muggle-born witch from the United States. While born in Michigan, her father (a “classified” military personnel member) had been deployed to work all over the world at various times in her life. He currently held employment at the U.S. Embassy in London. This new position had transported their family more than halfway around the globe this time. She smoothed her sweater down over tanned arms, trying to rub a little warmth back into them. Her tan probably wouldn’t last much longer, especially now that summer was coming to a close. It had already faded considerably since the previous spring when they had left the tropical islands of Hawaii for London. It was definitely a climate shock.
However, Lizzie didn’t mind. She was used to moving, used to needing to make new friends. She was quite good at it, actually. As a result, she had wizarding connections in almost a dozen countries across the world. Her mother (an Occupational Therapist turned stay at home mom) was a kind woman with a heart triple the size of most. An avid lover all of things little children, she had presented the world with six of her own; Lizzie, being the oldest at seventeen, and siblings Thomas (twelve), Michael (ten), Geoffrey (nine), Benjamin (four), and baby Sarah (one). Lizzie, being the only witch in the family, made for some interesting family talks with all those little blabber mouths. She rolled her sparkly eyes thinking of their farewells this morning with a slight lump in her throat. She exhaled again. Being the oldest of so many children was often taxing, and at this point in her life she had felt she had raised a couple of kids of her own. She enjoyed getting to go away to school every year, no matter how much she missed them while she was gone.
She anxiously continued to push her trolley through Kings Cross Station, looking for the likely spot of platform nine and three quarters to be. She figured it was most likely a magical barrier, being it was in the heart of Muggle-ton London. She was scanning the crowds, looking for out of place “Muggles,” to see if she could ask where it was.
It was then that she spotted a large group of what was clearly a wizarding family. A matronly looking mother with thick red hair waving to four older students, two red heads – male and female, a dark haired young man, and a wild-haired teenaged girl, along with three laden trolleys. She approached them cautiously, but relaxed when she saw a small owl hooting excitedly in a cage that precariously topped a stack of trunks while an ugly orange cat prodded at it through the bars. “Pig, shut it,” she heard the tall red-head mutter at the bird.
“Excuse me!” she called, picking up her pace to reach them. “Hello?” The owl berating boy turned to her, and she stopped in her tracks as emerald eyes met blue ones. She sucked in a breath of surprise. Holy hell in a handbasket! Her mind raced. Why does he look familiar?
“Hi,” Ron said slowly, a bit of pink tinging the tops of his ears. His eyes slid down her body. Well that was a bit daring, she thought with an inward chortle that helped dispel her own sprinting thoughts. The red-headed girl nudged the dark-haired boy in the ribs, who smirked down at her with a twinkle. He stepped around the dumfounded Ron just as Hermione and Mrs. Weasley realized they had fallen behind and came to a halt. Harry noticed a beautiful and unusual owl nestled in a spacious cage a top her things.
“Hey.” He reached out his hand. “Are you looking for platform nine and three quarters?” he questioned, nodding pointedly at the owl. “What kind of owl is that? She’s beautiful.”
The pretty girl smiled brilliantly at him, thinking he looked familiar, too. She clasped his outstretched hand warmly in both of her tiny ones, and Harry heard Ron mutter, “Bloody hell!” under his breath. He quickly turned his snort into a cough.

“I am. She’s an Elf Owl, her name is Arwen,” she said, her voice strong and firm, looking him straight in the eye. “My name is Elizabeth Williams, Lizzie for short. I’m a transfer student, we just moved from Hawaii….err, the United States,” she amended. Most people had no idea where one state was over another.
“Hey, cool!” Harry returned her smile. “Join us, we’ll get you to the platform. No parents with you today?”
She fell into step with him and the red-headed girl who was firmly lacing her fingers through his territorially. Taken. She gave the girl a warm smile and winked at her, using universal girl language to let her potential friend know that she acknowledged the claim and respected it. The girl’s lovely face broke into a grin. They continued to weave their way through the Muggle crowd, ignoring puzzled and bewildered looks at their strange animal cargo, and catching up to the older woman and the brown-haired girl, whom Lizzie noted was also quite pretty with a perfect heart shaped face and warm, caramel colored eyes. Was everyone good-looking in London? Christ!
“No folks, today. My parents are Muggles and exceedingly busy people. My dad works for U.S. Embassy, my mom stays with my other siblings.” Harry’s eyebrows rose and Lizzie peeked around him at the girl. “You are?” she inquired, catching the redhead’s eyes.
“Oh, we’re being so rude!” Ginny snorted, shaking her hair. “I’m Ginny. That’s my brother, Ronald.” She pointed ahead of them to the boy whose striking Caribbean eyes had stopped her in her tracks. “That’s my mum, and our friend Hermione. And this is Harry…” She paused for a second, glancing up into her boyfriend’s bespectacled face. She trailed off, her smile faltering slightly. Let the tittering begin.
Lizzie faced registered her surprised recognition. To give herself credit she only missed one beat before stating, “No kidding? As in Harry-fucking-Potter?” She snickered. “Well, it’s an honor to meet you!” She left it simple, not diving into any uncomfortable questions, even though she had millions.
Harry and Ginny exchanged a surprised smirk, as Ron tossed a look of consternation over his shoulder. Lizzie observed Mrs. Weasley, Hermione – must be Hermione Granger – and their trollies disappear into a brick wall situated between platforms nine and ten.
“Yes, Harry Potter. Nice to meet you, too.” He laughed. “Best to take it at a run, if you’re nervous.” She watched with amusement lighting her face as he and Ginny strolled confidently through the barricade and disappeared. Damn, she loved magic.

Ron turned to look at her again. “After you,” he gestured.
“A looker and a gentleman to boot!” She laughed as his jaw dropped in astonishment. “How ever did I get so lucky?” She flirted surreptitiously as she pushed her trolley and breezed past him, slipping through the barrier with confident ease. He came out behind her with a goofy grin on his face.
“Sit with us?” he asked her, leading her to where her luggage would be magicked onto the train.
“I’d love to!” She nodded emphatically, but hesitated when she noticed those caramel brown eyes shooting daggers at her from one of the entry doors. “Wait, is Hermione your girlfriend?” She turned an accusatory gaze on him and his eyes dropped to his feet.
“She’s not,” he sighed. “But for the sake of being upfront with you, there was almost something. For maybe a minute. She ended it after the war.” He shrugged and Lizzie took note. Broken heart, poor dude. She frowned. He sure seemed nice enough, and Lizzie had liked Ginny immediately. She’d love to fall in with this crowd, positive it would make for an interesting year. She figured they’d be awfully leery of her, though. Who could blame them after the year they had just had?
“I would like to sit with you guys, but only if it’s okay with everyone.” She flipped her long blonde ponytail hair over her shoulder, quickly using slender, deft fingers to braid it. She left the end untethered and pushed it back. “I’m an compulsive peace keeper,” she told him conspiratorially as they walked to join Hermione and climbed onto the train.
Hermione nodded tersely at her and Elizabeth smiled kindly in return. A flicker of surprise flashed in the girl’s eyes at Lizzie’s genuineness and her smile warmed a notch. This left Lizzie feeling a bit better about the situation. A gal being over-protective of a friend she totally got. She followed the taller girl to a compartment where they found Harry and Ginny and two other people.
“Neville! Luna!” Hermione squeaked, going to hug them both together. Another couple. Lizzie observed. Smiling and nodding at them when they tossed curious looks at her.
Ginny spoke up. “This is Elizabeth…” She glanced at Lizzie. “Williams, right? She said to call her Lizzie,” she continued when the pretty blonde nodded with another dazzling flash of her even, white teeth. “She’s from the States.”
“That’s brilliant!” Neville gave her a polite smile. “We’ve never had a transfer in our year before.” Then he paused. “Oh, that’s if…” He trailed off awkwardly. Luna leaned in a whispered in his ear and he smiled at her, squaring his shoulders. “You’re in seventh year?” His friendly grey gaze returned to her. Her heart constricted, too much pain in this boy’s life.

Lizzie waited for Ron and Hermione to make themselves comfortable before purposely taking a seat next to the brunette. She didn’t miss the quirked eyebrows the girl gave her, nor the disappointed look on Ron’s face. Lizzie was as she had presented herself, however. The peace keeper. She had learned early in her life of moving from city to city and country to country that it was best to be open and real. To not pretend to be something she wasn’t. Her mother’s warm, encompassing heart had taught her well. If she was going to move forward with this crowd or pursue the cute blue-eyed boy, she needed to build a relationship with them all. Especially the ex-girlfriend-still-good-friend.
“So, let me just make sure I’ve got this all right,” she pointed at Neville. “You are Neville – I’m guessing Longbottom.” He nodded and she grinned emphatically. “I read about you, you’re fucking amazing!” He gave a bewildered nod and looked apologetically at Luna, nervous he was being flirted with. Luna just smirked serenely at him.

“See,” she intoned. “I told you I wasn’t the only one who thought you were amazing.”
Lizzie chucked. “And you’re Luna…?”

“Lovegood,” the girl said in a pixie voice that left Lizzie feeling relaxed and comfortable, it was obvious this large-eyed blonde fairy had a gentle nature and warm spirit. She was going to love her, too, she could feel it.
Lizzie pointed at the red-haired girl. “Ginny Weasley.” Ginny cocked her head to the side in affirmation. “The famous Harry Potter there, which makes you Ron Weasley.” She turned to Hermione as she caught his flash of an attempted seductive smile, trying not to chortle. “You must be Hermione Granger.” She smirked at the girl politely, raising a hand. Hermione took it with a pleased expression.
“You either read the news frequently or you’re up on your gossip columns,” she smirked. “Either way, I appreciate someone who’s well read. Did I hear you say your parents are Muggles?” she asked.
“Oh, yes. Yours are, too, right?” Her earnest interest spurred Hermione into a discussion about being a witch in a Muggle household. Yes, she thought, a warm feeling flooding her stomach. I think I’m going to like it here.
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