Today was the day. A day every eleven year old wizard looked forward to. He was finally going to Hogwarts and finally going to learn the Magic his parents had shown him throughout the years. George Nott was the second son of a busy Pureblood family. Not as dark driven as the Black family but directly related. The blonde boy had spent a busy Wednesday in Diagon Alley the week before and had managed to purchase all his belongings. He stood in a comfortable pair of jeans, watching both his parents beam down at him with proud faces. To their right stood Theodore, a brown haired boy in his sixth year. His eyes were tired from reading and now bore glasses however he wrecked with an air of intelligence. Theo always had. George was jealous, or he would be as soon as the homework started.
"Keep up with your studies. You'll be an Auror yet." He father smiled, ruffling the curly white blonde hair on George's head. There had always been that pressure in the Nott household. Nicholas Nott was the deputy Head of Magical Law Enforcement and a rough hand at catching do-wrongers. George was grateful. He glanced about the platform as his parent's turned to say goodbye to their eldest son. The youngest could already see how busy the platform was, parents, children, brothers, sisters. Everyone rushed about. George managed to spot a group of boy's each dressed in green and silver robes, the attire he would later learn to be Slytherin's Duelling Team uniform.
"Go. George, come on." His mother cooed, suddenly ushering him towards the train. They didn't have long but if he wanted to find a seat, he'd have to step up soon. The boy glanced down at the train step and paused. That was it. Right there. His whole life was about to change. Two elder students pushed forwards behind him and soon enough the blonde found himself on the train, his trunk being lifted by a prefect. He was shocked and amazed at what he saw inside. A rich mahagony interior. The train was beautiful. George grabbed his trunk and dragged it along the corridor, stopping at an empty carriage. An elder student lifted it onto the over head racking before disappearing.
George sighed and dropped back onto the seats, pushing his nose against the window to look outside. He couldn't see his parents but he could see the waving and proud faces of hundreds of parents, as well as the bewildered faces of muggle parents.
"Keep up with your studies. You'll be an Auror yet." He father smiled, ruffling the curly white blonde hair on George's head. There had always been that pressure in the Nott household. Nicholas Nott was the deputy Head of Magical Law Enforcement and a rough hand at catching do-wrongers. George was grateful. He glanced about the platform as his parent's turned to say goodbye to their eldest son. The youngest could already see how busy the platform was, parents, children, brothers, sisters. Everyone rushed about. George managed to spot a group of boy's each dressed in green and silver robes, the attire he would later learn to be Slytherin's Duelling Team uniform.
"Go. George, come on." His mother cooed, suddenly ushering him towards the train. They didn't have long but if he wanted to find a seat, he'd have to step up soon. The boy glanced down at the train step and paused. That was it. Right there. His whole life was about to change. Two elder students pushed forwards behind him and soon enough the blonde found himself on the train, his trunk being lifted by a prefect. He was shocked and amazed at what he saw inside. A rich mahagony interior. The train was beautiful. George grabbed his trunk and dragged it along the corridor, stopping at an empty carriage. An elder student lifted it onto the over head racking before disappearing.
George sighed and dropped back onto the seats, pushing his nose against the window to look outside. He couldn't see his parents but he could see the waving and proud faces of hundreds of parents, as well as the bewildered faces of muggle parents.