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Once outside of the Hogwarts grounds, Wormtail was able to apparate them, much to the surprise of the young witch and wizard. When they next looked about them, they were in a dreary looking house decorated in dull colors as if its owner had no feeling of life at all.
"Right this way," the small man chirped, leading them from what must have been an entrance hall into the body of the house. The size of it was astounding, as if it were a manor built for a king, horrible decorating aside.
Pettigrew led them up the long, winding staircase and through a dark hallway, past many doors. They came to an open doorway, lit within by a strong fire behind a massive hearth.
"Please, sit. I shall get Master for you." He turned with a glint in his eye. "How long he's wished to see you."
With that he disappeared into the dark of the hallway once more, leaving them alone in the midst of Voldemort's territory. Lane sat on an over stuffed chair, much too large for one person, making her look like a doll.
"How can you be so calm about all of this? We're in the belly of the Dark Lord's lair. I mean, I know he's your father and everything, but how do we know we're safe? My family's been serving him for years and he'd just as soon kill us as look at us."
Lane smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him to sit next to her. "It is scary. I've never met him and who's to say we aren't here just to die, but I don't care. Now that I've got you, there's nothing for me to be afraid of, Draco."
His mouth dropped and his eyes widened. His pale cheeks slowly gained a touch of pink and he had to avert his eyes. "Damnit, you're the only person that can make me embarrassed by saying that." His grip lightly tightened on her hand, but he didn't look back until he had regained his composure.
It was then that Lane awoke, sweat covering her body and a wetness between her legs. It was, by far, the most vivid foreseeing dream she had had to date. Given, her dreams weren't exact, but some of the things from her dream were bound to happen, sooner or later. She just hoped that those horrifying encounters with Professor Snape and Lucius Malfoy never come to be.
The next day she was due out to England to get ready for her Hogwarts experience. While she was reviewing the dream over a bowl of fruity pebbles, an impatient owl tapped at the window. She rushed over, hushing it so no one else would hear.
She opened the window wide, taking the note that was attached to the tawny owl's right leg. It was an official letter from Hogwarts stating that the British equivalent to her house in America was Gryffindor. Dream 1, Reality 0.
She packed away all of her belongings in a seemingly bottomless suitcase. Zipping it closed, she grabbed the suitcase and her messenger bag, making her way downstairs where her so called guardian waited to take her to the airport. Wizards and Muggles alike were anxious with all the goings on. News of Harry Potter being the "Chosen One" spreading like wildfire and a war was about to be had.
She boarded the plane later that afternoon, arriving in London early the next morning. Her older twin sister met her at the gate, having decided to go to London a week earlier to get all of their supplies and learn how things work in the British wizarding world.
"What house are you in?!" Lane cried as she embraced her sister. "I've been placed in Gryffindor." Her sister smiled, helping her put her things onto a trolley. "They put me into Sly-there-in." Lane nodded suddenly remembering her dream mentioned nothing of her sister.
Dream 1, Reality 1.
"It sounds like our houses are at odds with one another," her twin, Dillyn, remarked. "I heard that Harry Potter kid is in Gryffindor too."
"Oh yeah. He's the only person to ever survive being attacked by Voldemort, right?" A few passersby, wearing mismatched clothing(pink polka-dotted shirts big enough to be tents and brown striped parachute pants) gawked, their eyes wide and mouths gaping. Obviously wizards, from their dress and reaction. Dillyn hissed at them in Parseltongue, nearly making them jump in fear.
"Hey, knock it off! We have to live here for the next two years, I would rather not have enemies if I can avoid it. The 'Ministry' over here could throw us in jail just for doing that! Probably think we were these...What are they called? Death Greeters or something?"
Dillyn laughed. "Death Eaters. Really...Death Greeters, funniest thing I ever heard." She doubled over, clutching her stomach.
"Hey, stop laughing! You know I have a bad memory." She sputtered.
"I do too, but I could remember something simple like that." She hugged Lane. "Don't be mad! Here, have a Chocolate Frog. They're really big over here, can't take a step without seeing one."
Lane didn't dare open it in front of Muggles, knowing that the frog would squirm and try to jump out of her hands as she tried to eat it. "I'll save it for later."
The next day the two siblings headed for the train station. “Platform nine and three fourths…Where is that supposed to be?”
Dillyn laughed. “Lane, in Britain they say ‘Platform nine and three quarters,’ not ‘three fourths.’”
Lane glared at her older twin. “You know what? Stop being so mean to me! You’ve been here for a whole week already and you know how everything happens over here, so don’t rub it in my face!” Dillyn tousled her twin’s hair, throwing her arm over the younger’s shoulders. “Hey! Lighten up. It’s a new school year in a new place with a bunch of people we don’t know.” She smiled at Lane. “Isn’t it exciting? Oh, there it is!”
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