There She Goes, The La's.

There she goes, there she goes again.

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It had been a sunny day of summer when I had found out. I was outside playing with my friends on the rusted swing set nearby my home. My Uncle Remus had called me inside and I had been annoyed that I had to leave. 

He sat me down at the dining room table, out of breath and coated in a layer of thick mud having fallen into a sludgy swamp. My cheeks glowing red in contrast to my white hair.

"What?" I asked grumpily. "Is there a problem Bronwyn?" My uncle sighed. Of course there was a problem. "Not at all." I seethed through gritted teeth.

"I assure you you'll be allowed to play outside again once I'm finished." He promised me. With my foot tapping ferociously under the table I waited for him to go on.

"You received a letter today." He informs me, i couldn't quite place the look on his face, whether that look had been disappointment or pride it was difficult to distinguish.

"Whatever it was.. they're lying. It wasn't me." I assured immediately, panic flooding my thoughts.

"No Bronwyn it's about- hold on what did you do this time?" He started before realising my wording and asking fearfully.

"What? Nothing!" I exclaimed like it was the worst insult he could have said to me. I did do something, but for him to assume it was hurtful.

He shook his head with a sigh, one that said 'you're a nightmare to raise' and finally continued with his speech.

"Remember the talk we had about your Mother and Father. They were Wizards, as am I. I explained it to you back then and told you this year you would likely receive a letter. Well this week you have received this letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which means you have been accepted to join." Uncle Remus said excitedly. I glanced between both of his chocolaty eyes. 

"Ok." I smiled before jumping to my feet in order to go back outside, I was immediately pushed back down into my seat by my uncles firm grip, "Oi!" I yelped.

"Not yet." He tells me, which caused me to slouch back into my seat with a groan. 

"You'll begin on the first of September which leaves us only three days to get your supplies. We'll go to Diagon Alley tommorow and get everything you need." He explained. 

"Great." I said before pouncing again, he grabbed me by the shoulder and put me back in my seat once again. 

I groaned yet again and slouched even further into the seat, almost lying down on it. 

"You'll have to get your uniform, books, wand and lots more." He told me. 

"Cool! Can I bring Murphy?" I asked excitedly. He glanced over to our obese pug that is sitting in a pile that would typically be considered an unusual manner for a dog however it's Murphy after all.

"I'm not sure Murphy would make it to the end of the school year." My uncle tilted his head as we watched the peculiar dog slobber all down himself.

Just as promised, my uncle took me shopping the following day. He helped me select all the perfect quills and books, picking out all the uniform I needed. He even bought me a snowy white owl that I named Walter, still not quite sure why but it was the first thing that popped into my mind.

We went in to Ollivanders, a wand shop. After some trial and – mostly – error, I ended up getting a Snallygaster heartstring core made of ash, which was 11⅔ inches.

Flashforward a couple days, here we are at platform 9¾ of King's Cross station. The shiny red train blows a thick steam out, thousands of families rush around desperate to be punctual and not miss the train. 

My uncle pushes my trolly for me, with my two trunks and owl who is sitting calmly in his cage. 

I watch as a herd of red heads pack together and say goodbye, along with a black haired boy with glasses and a shirt much to big for his small body. 

Remus looks at the boy with a strange look in his eyes, as if holding himself back from running over and hugging him right there.

"Uncle Remmy?" I speak up nervously. He kneels down to my level in order to hear me better, finally breaking his stare from the boy. "Everything okay Bronnie?" He asks me comfortingly. 

"Do I need to stay there all year?!" I exasperate. He chuckles a little, "Think a years bad? Just wait until you find out you need to stay seven total." 

My eyes bulge in shock. He pats my back fondly but before he can stand up again I launch myself into his body for a tight hug. I clench my eyes shut, his hands give a comforting squeeze to my shoulder.

I pull away from him and compose myself, as if I never needed a hug from my uncle before going off to the big unfamiliar school. Hugs are for babies. I'm not a baby.

"I'll see you soon little one." He winks at me. I give him a smile, "You too." 

I take a deep breath and march myself on board. I wander down the endless corridors, checking inside every compartment which all seem to be full. I keep going in desperate hopes to find a somewhat empty one.

I approach a compartment with one of the red heads from earlier and the jet black haired boy. 

I knock on the glass with a polite smile, they look up at me a little confused. Nevertheless they gesture for me to come in. 

I do and hesitate by the door. "Mind if I join you? The compartments are all full." I fashion a kind smile to mask the pleading beneath.

"Sure." The boy with the glasses exclaims, he just seems happy to have more people wanting to be friends with him. The red haired one looks unbothered. 

I take my seat opposite the two of them, they both look at me.

"Bronwyn Lupin." I introduce, reaching my hand out for either willing to take it. 

"Ron Weasley." The red haired one connects our hands for a somewhat sloppy but extremely friendly shake, giving a nod of his head for extra measures. "I'm Harry Potter." The boy with glasses takes my hand in his for a much less careless shake, but still very friendly. 

Ron looks at me in shock as if waiting for something, "Are you a muggleborn?" He bewilders. 

"No?" I raise a brow in puzzle, "Did you grow up in the muggle world?" He continues. "No. I'm a pure blood, I've never even visited muggle world." I justify.

"But you haven't heard of the infamous Harry Potter?" Ron's eyes bulge so far out his head I fear they may pop out. 

I chuckle a little, assuming it's a joke. His expression stays unchanging. "Should I know?" I ask worriedly, glancing between the two. 

"No. I'm not 'infamous' I'm just Harry." Harry tells me nonchalant. 

"Are you joking? You're Harry Potter. The boy who lived!" Ron exclaims. I can't help but laugh at his dramatics. "I guess I must live a sheltered life then. My sincerest apologies Harry Potter, I have no clue who you are." 

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Ron, Harry and I spend most of the train journey sharing laughs and getting to know one another, Harry bought us all the entire cart of sweets with a mysteriously large deal of money.

A bushy haired girl approaches our compartment close to the end of our journey as Ron's rat scrummages through his box of Berty Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

"This is Scabbers, by the way, pitiful, isn't he?" Ron scowls. "Just a little bit." Harry admits pitifully. 

"Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow." Ron shares. "Fred?" I question. "My brother. Two years older." He explains. I give a hum in response. I had seen the swarm of red heads at the station, I dread to think how many siblings he has.

"Want to see it?" Ron offers excitedly. "Yeah!" Harry and I say in sync. Ron clears his throat and grips his wand, pointing it at the rat. "Sun-"

All our heads whip around to the new presence in the doorway. The girl already wearing her robes looks between us all. "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." She asks punctually.

"No." Ron answers simply. The girls eyes drift to his wand, "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then." She grins. 

She waits patiently as the red head coughs yet again and prepares his wand. "Sunshine, daises, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!"

I wait patiently for something to happen yet nothing seems to be happening. 

"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course I've only tried a few simple spells myself, and they've all worked for me. For example..." 

The girl surprises us all by pointing her wand right between Harry's eyes. "Oculus Reparo." 

Suddenly his broken glasses repair in an instant, leaving all three of us in shock. "That's better, isn't it? Holy Cricket, you're Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger...and you are...?" Hermione looks between Ron and I.

"I'm...Ron Weasley." He answers as he stuffs his mouth with sweets. 

"Pleasure." Hermione grimaces. She turns towards me with a little more hope in her eyes, hope that I won't spit a mouthful of sweets out attempting to introduce myself.

"I'm Bronwyn Lupin." I introduce. She smiles and shakes my hand, something she never did to the boys. "Lovely to meet you." 

"Well you three better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." She makes a move to leave but double takes and approaches Ron.

"You've got dirt, on your nose, by the way, did you know? Just there." Hermione points to a spot on his nose and then makes an exit.

Ron rubs his nose in embarrassment. I've already gotten a pretty good idea of his living conditions after only an initial meeting. He has a very big family and not a lot of money – his scabby hand-me-down clothes are a dead giveaway – not that it matters of course. 

I leave the two boys to change without me and wander down the aisles. A lot of the compartments are filled up still. I stop in my tracks immediately when my eye catches on a young boy my age, his hair just as white as mine. His however is slicked right back off his face with shiny gel. He sits with two rather dull looking boys with strong builds. 

The pale haired boy catches my eye with a mean look but then his gaze seems to soften for a moment as he takes in my appearances. I've never met someone who shares my unique hair colour and I'm guessing by this interaction nor has he.

I keep on walking, feeling a little creeped out. I walk down the seemingly never ending train, not particularly looking for anything but still finding pleasure in exploring. 

I look inside a couple stalls and find my eyes not paying attention to what's in front of me, which leads me right into the bodies of two taller figures. 

The two figures crash into me and cause my rather small body in comparison to theirs fall to the ground. I look up with an angry expression and that's when I notice their fiery red hair. Identical Weasley twins. 

Despite looking a decent amount older than Ron, their faces and more so the shape of them resembles him a lot. Small freckles dot over the both of their cheeks, only thing differentiating the two is the one on the lefts slightly reddened cheeks, perhaps from the quick walking they're both doing that caused a rather impactful force on me. 

"Well don't look at us like it's our fault." The one on the right says with a shake of his head. 

"But it is." I exasperate infuriated. "Watch where you're going next time mate." The one on the left reaches a sloppy hand out to help me up. I look at his outreached hand and in spite of him get up on my own, completely ignoring his offer. He retracts the hand. 

"Maybe if you two whippets weren't bloody sprinting down the train I would've seen you coming." I hiss in anger. They glance at each other with a tiny smirk as I dust the dirt from my robes. 

"We've got important business to tend to." The left boy answers. "And what exactly is so important you must push an innocent first year to the ground unprovoked til she is in floods of tears with the collision pain of two tall Weasley's? I wonder how Professor Dumbledore would feel about such an attack." I rattle off quickly. 

"You're not in floods of tears." The boy on the right scoffs, and just like that I turn my dramatic skills on that I often use to get Uncle Remus to let me do stuff, tears well up in my eyes and threaten to spill out. 

"Oh she's good." The right boy mutters. "That I am." I smile cunningly. They watch me as I blink away the tears until they're completely gone in only a short moment. 

"And what exactly do you want Miss..." The left one starts, waiting for me to answer. "Miss Bronwyn Blake Lupin." I sneer. 

"Well what do you want from us Miss Bronwyn Blake Lupin?" The left one asks mockingly. "Well Frederick, I would like an apology." I cross my arms over my chest. 

I watch both of their face dropping in shock and horror at my knowing of their names. To be honest I have no idea which is which but I took a wild guess and I'm glad it's worked in my favour.

"And how do you know of us?" The right one – George I'm guessing – asks. "I have my sources." I shrug innocently, a small smirk curling the edges of my plump lips.

"Ron Weasley." Fred scowls, more to himself than me. 

"I'm still waiting for my apology boys." I hum as I check my nails nonchalant. "Sorry." They both mumble. "I didn't quite catch that." I frown. 

"Sorry." They say firmer now, "Of course boys, thank you for such a genuine and heartfelt apology. I'll see you later." I walk away.

"I bloody well hope not." Fred scoffs with disgust. "I heard that." I reply in a singsong voice.

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Later on in the evening once boarding a boat and making our way inside Hogwarts we all pile onto the staircase outside the great hall anticipating our time to enter the hall and be sorted into our houses. 

"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Now, while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." Professor McGonagall announces from the top stair looking down on us.

A boy – I'm guessing Neville – lunges forward at a stray frog sitting beside McGonagall, "Trevor!" He yells out.

He earns a stare from the professor, "Sorry." He cowers back with Trevor in hand.

"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." McGonagall finishes before leaving and entering the hall.

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." The bleach blonde boy speaks up. I turn around as everyone begins whispering about 'Harry Potter' being in Hogwarts. 

"This is Crabbe, and Goyle and I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy." He gestures to the two tall boys beside him. Ron scoffs beside me earning a death glare from the blonde.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. Well soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." 

I cringe at the low blow shot towards the Weasley family, I know I can be rude at times but I pray I'm never that bad. 

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." Harry fires back making me smile. Draco glares at him, then his eyes find mine and we share a strange connection for a second. 

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." Draco scoffs and in the moment I want to fire something back just as rude but I find myself just continually staring at him.

That is until McGonagall returns, "We're ready for you now." She informs us.

We all head inside the hall. The room is well lit by floating candles, a vast hall stretches out with four exceptionally long benches, each table wearing a different tie colour.

The students around me gawk at the beautiful site. "It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History." Hermione Granger explains.

"All right, will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbldedore would like to say a few words." McGonagall orders.

A man with a long grey beard and half moon glasses rises with a cheery smile. "I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that the 3rd floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." Dumbledore announces. 

"When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger." McGonagall begins. 

The bushy haired girl looks ill, "Oh, no. Okay, relax." She speaks to herself shakily.

"Mental that one, I'm telling you." Ron mutters to Harry and I, we both nod in agreement.

"Ah, right then...hmm...right. Okay...Gryffindor!!" The hat speaks upon being places on her head. One of the tables burst into cheers, the girl jumps from the stool with a smile and bounds toward the table.

"Draco Malfoy." 

He steps up proudly, before the hat can even touch his head it yells out "Slytherin!" 

The boy walks towards the far table looking rather pleased with himself. "There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin." Ron tells us. 

"Susan Bones." A red head walks up nervously. Bones. The ancestor of my Mother's victims.

I feel a bizarre random spark of pain in my forehead.

"Ahh!" Harry mutters, touching his head, right where I felt a sharp pain."Harry, what is it?" I ask worriedly. "Nothing...it's nothing, I'm fine." He dismisses.

"Let's see...I know...Hufflepuff!" 

I look around as hundreds more names are said. I was sceptical at first to spend such time here however it couldn't be so bad in a pleasant place like this. 

"Ronald Weasley." 

I pat my friends back encouragingly. He gulps and walks up, taking a seat and watching with fear when the hat is placed upon his head. 

"Ah! Another Weasley. I know just where to put you...Gryffindor!!" The hat says immediately. 

"Harry Potter." 

The cheering of the room silences and everyone stares bug eyed at Harry. I squeeze Harry's hand encouragingly, "Good Luck." I smile sweetly and he returns this gratefully before stepping up.

"Better be...Gryffindor!!" The hat yells after some time. I cheer along with the Gryffindor table as they welcome him over. 

In a few short moments, I'll be welcomed along too and my journey here will begin.

"Bronwyn Lupin." McGonagall yells. I smile and stride up, sitting down on the stool. All eyes in the room are glued on me. 

A Black.. And a Monroe. Looks like you got the short straw in life. The hat teases for only me to hear. 

But where to put you.. Not lacking in bravery of course. But too cunning to not be put with the snakes. Hmm...difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage I see, not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you? Determined. Ambitious. But then there's a small flicker.. But the ruthlessness overpowers all. Better bring back the family traditions.

"Slytherin!!" The hat yells out, voice echoing into the extensive hall. 

I gulp and look towards my friends at the Gryffindor table. Ron wearing a look of horror, Harry confused. 

I blink and stand up, confidently strutting towards the Slytherin table. Draco sends me a stare but nevertheless allows me a seat beside him. The whole table cheers for me. 

"Your attention, please." McGonagall speaks loudly to be heard. "Let the feast...begin." Dumbledore echos.

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A/N:

Hey, guys. If you're reading this then hope you enjoyed this chapter, i promise things will get started real soon. See you in the next one <33