An eleven-year-old blonde haired girl with blue-grey eyes shot up in bed as she realized what day it was. The first day of September! She reached for her glasses and nearly broke them, putting them on her face. This excited ball of energy was none other than Lydia Scamander; the daughter of the wizarding world's two greatest naturalists/magizoologists of their time.
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" she squealed as she jumped up and down on Lorcan's bed beside hers.
"It's the first of September!"
"Quiet down, Lydia," Lysander grumbled as he tossed and turned in his bed.
Lorcan scoffed but secretly smiled, as did Lysander. The 3rd year twins loved their little sister to bits (even if she was annoying at times). How could they not, what with her baby face, unique personality, and passionate energy that lit up even the darkest room? She was also a bit eccentric, even for the Scamander family.
"What on earth is going on here?" a lyrical Irish voice asked as the lights were turned on.
Lydia turned to see her mother in a vegan-friendly-silk, flowing white nightgown; Luna had grown to be an ethereal beauty that still retained the innocence she held as a student.
"It's the first day of September!" she squealed again.
Luna couldn't help but giggle at her little rabble-rousing angel. Lydia very much reminded her of herself as a child, but Luna always treated her family members as individuals.
"Lorcan! Lysander! Wake up, you two," Lydia continued as she jumped off of the bed.
"And don't forget to jump on your beds a bit before you get dressed. It can help fend off the wrackspurts you got from your sleep."
As the burst of lightning rushed downstairs to pack, the twins tossed and turned in their beds.
"Do we have to get up now, mum?" Lysander grumbled.
"Not quite, but I would like to talk to you two about your sister sometime before we leave."
"What about?" Lorcan asked as he sat up suddenly.
"Is she okay?"
Luna nodded and sat down on Lysander's bed as the two teens gathered near her.
"I know you two love your sister a lot and I know you like it when she looks to you for help."
The twins nodded.
"But Lydia's eleven and it's time that she finds out more about who she is. That means you ought to give her some space. I don't want you two hovering over her every second of every day; she's told me it exhausts her a bit."
"But mum," Lorcan gasped.
"Lydia's...different, very different. And you know how the kids at Hogwarts often are. She'll be torn to shreds by the end of the week if we don't help her."
"And I think that's very sweet of you to have such a strong desire to protect her, especially given how different she is, but I have a feeling she can handle her own a bit as well. I can see that she values staying true to herself, much like you two, and that's something that may inspire others to see from another point of view like she does and it will make her happy. You two can help her, of course. Just please promise me you won't be hovering over her constantly."
The two looked at each other and nodded.
"We promise," they answered in reluctant unison.
"Thank you," Luna said with a smile as she kissed each of the teens on the forehead.
"Now, why don't you two get a little more shut eye while I talk to my little lightning bolt downstairs? Be dressed by 9:15 please; we'll be going out to eat and then heading to the platform."
"Alright," they answered as Luna stood up and left the room.
By the time Luna was downstairs and in the living room, Lydia was already dressed and ready to go. She had on her favorite dress patterned in Quibbler magazine covers, courtesy of her Granddad Xenophilius of course, her Pride of Portree team socks with golden snitch wings coming out of the hem, her mum's shoes that were stolen from the Nargles many, many times, her butterbeer cork necklace, a purple, autumn coat, and her mum's spectrespecs which were still in nearly great condition. The girl sat on the pine tree-green living room couch as she read through one of her brothers' old textbooks.
"Did you take that book out of your brothers' room?" Luna asked amusingly.
Lydia gasped as she heard her mother. Scrambling, she attempted to hide the book under the couch cushions and looked up at her mother with big, innocent, doe-like eyes, made bigger through her glasses.
"What book?" she asked sweetly.
Luna gave a loving giggle as she came over and sat down beside her daughter.
"How are you feeling this morning? Excited?" she asked.
Lydia nodded, but in a hesitant fashion. Luna could sense that there was more to the story than what she was seeing.
"Is there something wrong?" Luna asked her.
Her daughter shook her head, then stopped and nodded.
"I'm just...nervous, I suppose. What if I get put in the wrong house?"
Luna felt a small sense of relief; she knew this was a common question among first years.
"You need not worry about that. There's no right or wrong house."
"But what if I get put in Slytherin? I know not all Slytherins are evil, but they still have a bad reputation. I'm also worried that you and dad and my brothers won't like me if I get put into the wrong house."
This made Luna feel a bit sad. Due to certain events and conditions, Lydia had been bullied very regularly, forcing her to become a bit weary of her actions, up to the point where, somedays, she faked sick to skip primary school classes. It got so bad that Luna and Rolf ended up taking her out of public school and teaching her themselves. Luna took ahold of her daughter's right hand and rubbed it gently.
"Oh, Lydia. I'm so sorry you feel this way," she said sympathetically.
"But your father and I and the twins; we love you very, very much and we always will, no matter what house you're sorted into. You're right in that Slytherins hold a bad outlook for some, but you're also right in that not all Slytherins are evil."
"But He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named came from that house, didn't he?"
"Of course he did, but that doesn't mean everyone who comes out of Slytherin is evil. And not every evil person is fully evil. Lydia, my dear girl, we will still love you regardless of what house you end up in."
Lydia looked up at her mum and smiled gently as she embraced her.
"Thanks, mum," Lydia said as a small tear rolled down her face.
"You're welcome," Luna replied.
"Now I'd best go check on your father. Be to check you have everything."
Lydia nodded as Luna kissed her on the forehead.
"Lorcan?" Lysander asked as the boys were getting ready.
"Yeah?" Lorcan replied as he struggled to pull on his Ravenclaw socks and triple-check his suitcase again.
"I've been thinking about what mum said."
"What about it?"
"I'm not so sure Lydia can handle her own."
"Ah, that's just the Hufflepuff in you talking."
"I mean it. You know how she is; I know our family's seen as pretty eccentric, but she's seen as by far the most eccentric. If it weren't for that bloody neurologist and the diagnosis-"
"Lysander, just because she's on it doesn't mean she fits the stereotypes. Though she does have a lot of interest in a lot of interests. And she's not very socially intelligent at times. But even so, it's barely noticeable."
"But if it becomes noticed-"
"-IF it becomes noticed, the rest of her year could tear her apart."
"That's not saying it will be noticed."
"But it's not saying it won't."
"Okay, so there's a chance it could become noticed, but what are we supposed to do about it? We promised mum we wouldn't hover over her constantly."
Lysander paused for a moment before he shook his head.
"I dunno, and that's what's the scariest. On top of it, it means she doesn't really know when someone could be a danger to her. You remember when she was almost kidnapped?"
"Look, so far we don't know if it will be noticed, so right now, there's nothing we can do. Let's just finish getting ready; we can talk more about this later on."
Lydia turned the last page of the textbook she had swiped from her brothers and groaned in frustration.
"Now what am I going to do?" she asked.
She began to kick her legs in boredom when something on one of the bookshelves caught her eye. She went over to the shelf and tried to reach it. She ended up having to jump for it, but in her hands was a fair-sized, red faux-leather book. It felt cool in her hands and emitted a distinct scent of aged parchment.
Opening to the first page, she was surprised to discover there was no name on it. Actually, there was a small, smudged, splatter of ink on the front page. Alongside it were three, animated pictures in faded color; one was of a pale-skinned, dreamy, silver-eyed, dirty-blonde, teenaged girl who seemed to merely be staring off in the distance; her hair would sway lightly on occasion and her head would move in such a way that it seemed enchantingly hypnotic. Around her in rose-red ink, a passionate heart had been drawn very delicately. Another was a teenaged boy with swarthy skin, light brown hair and green eyes. His picture seemed to have been crossed out very violently in blood-red ink. He attempted to peek out from behind, but always seemed to be just out of her full sight. The third picture seemed to have been deliberately shaded out with black ink. Lydia tried to clean it off, but to little avail; only a small portion was uncovered, but it was a bit difficult to tell for sure what it was.
There was something very familiar about the first two. Lydia recalled her mum and dad in her mind's eye and saw the resemblances; were these teenagers her mum and dad? It seemed a logical explanation to her.
But who would do this? Why do mum and dad have this? And who is the man in the middle?
She knew it wasn't right, but Lydia had an innate sense of curiosity that couldn't be extinguised. Quickly and quietly, she grabbed the book and stuffed it into the nearest bag on her trolley. Her owl screeched in objection.
"Shh!" she hushed in a panic.
"Do you want me to get into trouble, Ide?"
Ide shook her cage a bit, but Lydia held it firm. The wild, snowy owl settled down just as the twins were bringing out their trolleys.
"You ready, Lyd?" Lysander asked.
"Of course I am," she replied.
"It took you two long enough."
"I packed up the night before," Lorcan pointed out.
"It was Lysander who didn't want my help last night."
"Plans are dull and unnecessary," Lysander yawned.
"That's why I packed whenever I had time."
"Oh please. You spent almost your whole summer on that one muggle site-"
"It's not a muggle site! It's got moving pictures!"
"That's because muggles make them move."
"And anyway, I thought you'd like their standard theme, what with your house colors-"
"That is not the true blue of a Ravenclaw and you know it."
"You're just jealous because I found it first!"
At this point, they had begun sort-of play slapping each other, which made Lydia giggle and then fall down on the ground in lyrical laughter. All of a sudden, the lights began to brighten and flicker between normal and bright, but the twins were too caught up in their fight to notice.
"What is going on here?" the voice of their mother exclaimed.
The twins froze mid-fight with their hands in mid-slap and, moving only their eyes, looked to see their mother and father in the doorway. As the lights returned to normal, Lydia stood up, trying to stifle her laughter as she sat down on a nearby chair; watching the twins try to bail themselves out of trouble was always a fun time.
"Oh," Lorcan exclaimed.
"Hi, mum. Hi, dad. I was just...uh...teaching Lysander...a muggle game. It's called, er,...Okey-Dokey, right?"
The twins had both begun to blush at this point and Lydia had to bite her tongue to hold back her giggles.
"Oh yeah, it's really fun. We were just at the part where he was teaching me the hand motions. But he's gonna probably wait to teach me the rest on the train."
The twins gave each other angry and knowing looks, put their hands down, and raced to their trollies.
"Well, alright then. Are we ready?" Rolf asked.
The three children and Luna nodded in agreement and Rolf walked over to the fireplace. He murmured something under his breath and a driver's panel appeared with buttons and cranks and knobs and levers and a pirate's wheel. The Scamanders never could stay in one place for too long, what with their desires for exploration and both Luna and Rolf's magizoology jobs, so they decided to make their house a mobile home, so to speak. Rolf muttered something else and the family felt a cloaking wave wash over the house in order to avoid being sighted by muggles. Then he began to turn one of the cranks and the house began to rise up off of the ground and into the sky.
Lydia ran over to an open window as their house began to rise up into the air. She had seen this happen so many times before, but it still always excited her when they flew.
"I'm flying! I'm flying!" she gasped.
She leaned out the open window to get a better view, but felt herself lean out a bit too far. Thankfully Lorcan and Lysander pulled her back inside just in time.
"You need to be more careful, Lydia," Lysander told her.
"But it looks so magical!" she pointed out.
"You do this every single time I try to get a good view."
"That's because it's dangerous and we don't want you getting hurt," Lorcan added.
"How about you sit over there and read or something?"
"Because I read all of your textbooks already."
"Well, why don't you go read them again?"
"What's the point if I'm not gonna learn anything new from them?"
"Hey. Don't judge a book by its obvious contents. You might've missed something."
She pouted as she grabbed the nearest textbook from his trolley and flopped onto the nearest couch. Despite their mobile home, King's Cross was still a few ways away. It was also especially important that they start traveling now because this would be her first pre-term breakfast with her granddad Xenophilius, meaning they would have to travel to her mum's childhood home in Ottery St Catchpole first and Lydia didn't have much patience when it came to her first day of term.
Not finding anything, she closed her eyes, focusing on the cool zephyr coming in through the open windows. Eventually she simply let her mind wander and nod off.