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This is shameful. We haven't posted anything since the fourteenth of july............. I have never been more disappointed in myself... Okay, I will post something EVERYDAY even if it's just really short. I hope my dear friends Arthur and Zach will try to do that as well. I'm really sorry you guys... :(


Vale,
Scor


PS. Something that might cheer you up! Hopefully my third chapter will be up this week! :D (probably Sunday) .DS

Has anyone heard about the news? That the talented actor Cory Monteith is dead.
It's horrible that he was only 31 years old.. You have so much left to do with life and still something as awful as death happens. It's heartbreaking.
I will pray for his family tonight. May he rest in peace. :(

And here comes the second chapter. I added a sneak peak of this chapter in the first one and I'm just warning that I have edited quite a lot since then so it might be a little different. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Two

I was walking towards platform 9 and 10 with a bunch of nervous first years. I, like the first years was also very nervous and I started to doubt my decision. Slowly I spotted children with their families sprinting through the brick wall. It looked odd but it was quite interesting to finally see how it worked. I pushed my trolley forward and started to run towards the wall. I would have thought that it would be hard sprinting towards a wall, but it felt kind of natural.
Amazingness hit me when I saw the Hogwarts Express. With its bright red colour, deafening sound coming from the engine and the enormous amount of students boarding the train I was struck still. After a few seconds I regained control over my legs and started walking in the direction of the train. Suddenly a little girl ran past me with a bare distance of about a centimeter. I tripped and accidentally dropped my handbag and all my precious chocolate frog cards that I had gotten from my parents fell out on the platform floor. Suddenly a very deep and angry voice spoke.
- Lily Luna Potter! Watch out where you run and help the poor girl whom you knocked down.

I froze. The little girl that had run past me before came skipping back and started helping gathering all the scattered cards. I hadn‘t noticed the bright red hair and the hazel eyes the little girl had. I had always known that the Harry Potter series were real and that J.K Rowling herself was a close friend to the Potter family but never in my life I would have thought that her descriptions were that exact. Lily Potter was a perfect mix between the two parents.
Lily must have noticed me staring.
– Hi! My name is Lily, she said.
– Hello, I said back.
– I have never seen you before and trust me, I‘ve almost met everyone in the wizarding community, she said eyeing me from top to toe.
– Uhmm..., I mumbled.
– What‘s your name? Are you here to say goodbye to someone? You don‘t live in England do you? Why do you have two suitcases with you?
I wrote a mental note that little Ms. Potter was very straight forward. In this case having a very good memory was a large advantage.
– My name is Jenna, I‘m here to start at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I live in Sweden but I am a british citizen and I‘m not really allowed to use magic yet so couldn‘t use a spell to make all my stuff fit into only one suitcase, I answered rapidly and swore to myself that I hadn‘t talked slower.
– You are the first person I have ever met that can answer Lily‘s interrogating questioning, a small boy with bright blonde hair and blue eyes said.
– Oh, I answered and blushed. After a couple of seconds i noticed that I was still staring at the boy who I figured must be Lysander Scamander because of the looniness in his voice and his extraordinary features.
– Lets go Lily, he said and dragged the girl towards her parents.
I locked eyes with Mrs. Potter who gave my an apologetic look and turned around.
There I stood, all by my self, not being able to move. I had just met more than half of the Potter family, the favorite characters in my favorite book. Once again I made my stiff legs move and I boarded the train.
Finding a compartment was harder than I would have thought because everything was full. I walked to the far end of the train meeting giddy people everywhere. I myself was very tired after the flight and just wanted to sleep. Seeing everyone being very happy to see their friends again was fun but at the same time sad because there was no one who was waiting to see me. Finally I spotted an empty compartment almost at the end of the train. I lifted my suitcases and put them on the shelf above me. With relief I could sit down and fall asleep. My sleep didn‘t last to long because of a third-year who yelled right outside my compartment door. I decided to put on my school robes in case I would fall asleep again.

Trees, bushes and flowers flew past as the train sped past them at an incredible speed. I pulled down one of my suitcases, opened it and grabbed some of my many school books. Usually a student would get a list of all the books for their specific year but I had gotten a list of all the books from year one to six. I had a lot of catching up to do. Headmaster McGonagall had questioned wether or not I could keep up with all the homework plus the extra studying. I had told her that my photographic memory was the thing that would decide if it worked out or not. This far it had worked fine. At home I had gone through all the books that came with the first year and now I was half through the second year books. Because of my amazing memory I remembered almost everything that the books said. I didn‘t like studying at all actually but I knew I just had to read a text one time to be able to recall it perfectly. I thought of this as my special power. My father had always told me that I had gotten this power from him but every time my mother stood behind and pointed with a proud finger at herself. I believed her after seeing how many OWLs my father had gotten comparing to my mother. Both my parents were magicians but ever since I said no thanks to going to Hogwarts they decided that they wouldn‘t use any more magic just so that I would get a muggle childhood. They‘ve almost succeeded but I have caught them using magic a several times when they didn‘t know I was there. When I told them that I had decided to go to Hogwarts they were really surprised but also glad. They must have known that I couldn‘t avoid the wizard blood that was in me forever. The largest problem that we were about to face was the whole practicing magic thing. I was an underage witch, we knew that, but was I still allowed to use magic at all? We sent a letter to Headmaster McGonagall and she sent a letter to the Ministry. They wrote that I was allowed to pick up magic with a certain certificate that I would receive at the sorting ceremony.

The train stopped and I stepped outside. It was raining so I put on my yellow raincoat. Because of that I had been sitting in the back of train I now found myself in the back of the line that led to the carriages. Suddenly someone pulled my arm and dragged me towards the line the first years.
– I‘m not a first year! I shouted.
– No, but you‘re a newbie, the man with the black hair and brown eyes said.
I stared at him wondering who he was.
– Who are you? I asked, the words popping out before I could stop them.
– I‘m Dean Thomas. Gamekeeper at Hogwarts, Mr. Thomas answered.
He put me at the far end of the first year line. I sat down trying to fit in with the short first years but I failed because of my bright, shining raincoat. People in the other line started whispering and pointed at me. I didn‘t really care what anyone thought of me but it might be a good thing to try and fit in a little bit. I saw the carriges leave one by one while while I stood there waiting for my line to move. A couple of minutes passed and suddenly I woke up. Had I fallen asleep? I needed someone to keep me awake and knew exactly who would be up for the task. Emma picked up immediately when I called and we talked about how my trip had been and what I thought about the new school..

After about a quarter of an hour all the carriages had left and my line started moving towards the boats. I sat alone in mine as we left the shore. The great black lake stretched itself further than I had imagined. I let my fingers touch the surface of the water and it was ice cold. When I tilted my head upwards I saw the amazingly high and big castle with all its tiny windows. It stretched high above the water standing on a large cliff. I felt a tear of joy dropping from my chin. Oh no! That is not a tear. It was drool! I quickly closed my mouth, looked around to see if someone had watched my. My eyes met with little Lily and she smiled goofily at me. I responded with a stiff smile and turned my attention once again towards the castle. Ironically you could say that it was a magical place. I looked around and saw how all the first years looked kind of dreamy. I spotted Ms. Potter sitting in the front boat smiling widely. I laughed a bit to myself and continued staring at the castle.
We were getting closer and closer and I felt my nervousness growing. The boats stopped at the shore and I put my foot in the soft sand. The main door opened and there stood Headmaster McGonagall. All the first years plus me followed her up to the doors of the Great Hall. We got the usual introduction and she lined us up in a neat line. She put me in the back of the line and told me not to enter directly with the first years. I stared at her and she said:
– Is something wrong Ms. Emerson? she asked.
– I didn‘t think that I would walk in all alone, I mumbled.
– I can ask Mr. Thomas here to walk you in, she said and nodded towards Mr. Thomas who stood behind me.
– No thank you, I answered.
The first years went inside and I was left alone in the hallway. I heard the headmaster call up all the new students. I made up a small step dance while waiting. I didn‘t really have any reason to be nervous had. I would just have to walk all by myself all the way to the the teachers table in front of the whole school, only hearing my clumsy feet scrape across the floor. Surely I wouldn‘t fall. Or would I?
– Stop thinking! I told myself.
At the same moment the large oak doors opened and had never been more frightened in my whole life.

Everyone was staring as I walked into the Great Hall. Hundreds of eyes followed every step I took towards the staff table. Some of the professors smiled at me while others just had blank faces.
– Jenna Emerson, McGonagall said.
I stepped up and sat down on the stool. McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on my head and I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
– Hmm, the hat said.
A brilliant mind but also quite lazy. Can cooperate perfectly and is up for almost every challenge. Two Ravenclaw parents both whom are muggle born.
I sat silent as the Hat ccontinnued to mumble. I wanted the whole thing over with. Concentrating on what the Hat said was difficult because all I could think about was which house I most wanted to be in, which in my case was none. When I thought about it I would fit perfectly in every house. I loved to try and be friends with as many people as possible and build trust towards them. As the Hat had said I could cooperate perfectly which made me a quite good candidate to the Hufflepuff house. I was clever and I knew so. No point in denying it. But just because both my parents had been in Ravenclaw didn‘t mean that I favoured it. I did not hold a grudge towards any of the houses and I didn‘t have any friends who I wanted to be sorted with. I didn‘t know if I was brave but if I was faced with a problem I would always try and face it before giving up. I looked towards the Gryffindor table. before I knew it I started counting the red heads along the table. I once again locked eyes with Ms. Potter and we smiled towards each other. My eyes were traveling further down the table when I saw a boy with black messy hair throw a piece of paper in the head of a Slytherin. I saw professor McGonagall tense a bit and I knew that the boy was in trouble. The tossed paper that apparently held a stone and a message had hit a boy platinum blonde hair and striking grey eyes. Scorpius Malfoy. It had to be. Maybe I would be sitting at the Slytherin table soon. I had thought about a lot at home and many times I had come to the conclusion that Slytherin would be the right house for me. It wasn‘t such a bad house after all. The house held children with great ambition and everyone knew, or their parents did at least, know what they wanted in the future. I myself wanted to get rich. By working hard of course. And then I would give away a lot of money to charity of course. But not all of it. I was a loyal friend and could be trusted. I did have some enemies. Some people I just couldn‘t stand, but that I kept to myself.

I‘d lost track of time but as I peeked slightly from under my eyelid I could see all the students dull expressions and knew that at least five minutes had past. How long would this take? Did it usually take this long? I just wanted to get it over with but the hat on my head kept me sitting. I crossed my legs and started thinking about old memories. I thought of the pranks me and my friends used to pull on the teachers and about the time Emma and I pretend to be sick just to get a day off but my parents saw through our little act I was grounded for a month. I had thought it was unfair but I kept my mouth shut because another month could be on its way.
– I see... the Hat said.
– I‘ve sorted someone just like you before. I know where to put you now. GRYFFINDOR! the Hat yelled.
The Gryffindor table cheered as I stood up and walked towards it. I saw a tall boy who mouthed "six years sit here" and pointed at an empty seat behind him. I saw his prefect badge shine on his Hogwarts robes and instantly decided to take his advice and sit with my new classmates. As I sat down the cheering stopped, McGonagall said "let the feast begin" and the most beautiful food appeared before me. I ate much more than my stomach could take but I did not regret a single bite. It was simply delicious.
– Hi again, someone said behind my back.
I turned around and there stood the little redheaded girl that I would have recognised from anywhere.
– Hi Lily, I politely answered.
– Just here to welcome you to the Gryffindor house, she said.
– Thanks! I answered and smiled.
– Did you expect that you would be sorted into Gryffindor? Lily asked.
– Not really. I really thought that I would be sorted into Slytherin. I still think I would fit in there the best.
The words had slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. Everyone at the table went silent.
Lily Potter said "that‘s cool", but I could see her staring at me and didn‘t hesitate to turn around and she ran back to her seat. Thereafter nobody wanted to talk to me. Dessert appeared on the table and the stares that I got were hitting me hard in the stomach. I felt tears falling from my face without me even realising it. Why would I say something like that? I knew that Gryffindor and Slytherin held a grudge towards each other and saying that you liked the other house better was like taking suicide. Almost. I ate the pudding as fast as I could. When McGonagall finally said that we were allowed to go I was the first one out.

I stumbled my way forward through the school and found a corridor with a large window where I sat down. I continued crying because of my crappy first day and all I wanted was to go to bed but I soon realised that I didn‘t have a password. Stubborn as I was, I decided to stay in the window until someone found me. `Minutes passed and soon they became hours. Not having the energy to hold my eyelids open I fell asleep.

I woke up hearing running footsteps and I was suddenly lifted up. I locked eyes with no one else but Mr. Thomas. He dragged me up a lot of stairs and I stumbled after him. I asked him where he was taking me but he wouldn‘t answer. I asked once again but still no answer. I sighed and decided to drop it. After a while I saw the painting of the Fat Lady who was sound asleep just as I had been a couple of minutes ago. Mr. Thomas whispered "A tutum domum" and the painting swung open.
– Up two flight of stairs and then the door on the right, he said, letting go of me and pushed me towards the right opening.
– Your baggage will await you there.
Half sleeping I walked up the stairs.
I opened the door, saw my suitcases and an empty bed beside them. I pulled of my shoes and fell asleep immediately as a felt the softness of my newfound, favourite pillow.



I tried to make this one a bit longer but because I'm writing on my Ipod I can't know how long the text will be on the computer, but it hopefully is long enough.

Vale,
Scor

Hello guys! I feel terrible for not uploading my second chapter but I think I'm finished very soon! I will try to upload it on Sunday or Monday. And once again, I AM TERRIBLY SORRY!! I'm going to try to make up for the late chapter by distracting you with beautiful pictures of FOOD! (I like food...)

Vale, 

Scorpius

Hello everyboody it's Arthur here! I'm sorry for not uploading chapter 2 of my fanfic. It's just that I have been busy with alot of things lately. BUT yesterday evening I got some time to write and I'm almost done with it SO I will upload it this evening and I'll give you the link so you can read it! :)

- love Arthur

P.s But right now I'll show you a amazing picture I found yesterday. ;)

I had some pictures nice HP and Hetalia pictures that I wanted to share with you! 👇

I just finished reading the Starcrossed-trilogy and I was so glad when the amazon package appeared in my mailbox containing the last book in the Starcrossed-trilogy: Goddess. Today I simply couldn't out it down. I want to thank Josephine Angelini for another incredible book that I have highly enjoyed and I think many others has and will too. I want to recommend these amazing books that I have read:
- Starcrossed
- Dreamless
- Goddess
All written by Josephine Angelini

I would also like to add a couple of shippings to my list: (I don't know if this counts as a SPOILER!)

- Helen and Lucas
- Ariadne and Matt
- Claire and Jason
- Hector and Andy*
- Cassandra and Orion*
- Jerry and Kate
- Daphne and Ajax
- Castor and Noel


* = Some of my favourite shippings!
Vale,
Scor