Hello! This story will be taken place in their sixth year, but it would follow their plot. I do not own any of these characters or books, as they belong to two amazing authors. Idk what else to put in here so let the story begin! :P
"Are you sure you want to go through with this Baz?" Penny questioned, as she helped him with the luggage. "It's very dangerous."
"It's sweet Bunce, that you actually care," Baz couldn't help but smile, "but yes, the headmaster asked for me, and it's a real honor."
"I know, but going to deal with this problem is super dangerous, even for you. Does Simon approve?"
Baz hovered over the last case before he answered, "Simon approves of most of my decisions."
Penny looked up, "Most?"
"Like when I wanted to go to this new school called Hogwarts to solve a vampire issue and help their chosen one not die."
Her lips perched as worried creases formed around her eyebrows, "Baz, I don't think-"
"I'm kidding." He threw his hands in surrender, "Yes Simon approves. Now, if you could hand me that case that would be the most of helpful." Penny walked over to the large wooden case and tried to lift it. Seeing her struggling Baz went over and carried it in one hand. "Nevermind."
"You know you can't do that when you go to Hogwarts, right?" Simon stood behind the door frame and strolled down the pavement to them.
"And why is that Snow?" Baz put down the case with ease.
"Because Watford may accept people like you, but we don't know about Hogwarts."
Baz straightened, trying to outsize him, which turned out to be quite easy with their height difference. He growled in a low tone, "People like me."
Simon backed down, his face changed, realizing what he just said, "I didn't mean it like that Baz. It's just, we don't know if the wizarding community there have magical people who are vampires, and if they are accepted." Simon moved closer to him, resting his forehead against his. "I don't want you to get hurt or worse."
"Hey, look at me." Baz slightly tilted Simon's head, "I'm coming back. That's a promise." Simon just nodded his head and stepped back.
They had all the bags packed and ready to go, Penny sat behind the wheel, examining all the gears and knobs before she signaled Baz to hop in. "Simon, you sure you don't want to come?"
"I have a bunch of cleaning to do," his attention went to Baz, "you're coming back for Christmas, right?"
Baz jumped into the passenger seat, "Would never dream of missing it."
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Baz didn't remember much of the three and a half hour car drive there, but if he could sum it up, it was just Penny telling him the rich history of Hogwarts, and not to burn the place down while he was there. Once they got there some very nice people helped the two of them load the luggage to a trolley.
"Are you sure you don't need me to help you?" Penny poked her nose around the corner of the car, "I could walk you there."
"Thanks, Bunce, but I think I could find a platform on my own." Baz did a dramatic bow that earned him a pair of rolled eyes. He watched her as she drove away, then turned a sharp corner to find out where the hell he was.
Pulling out his ticket Baz never thought to look at it more closely. It was a thin sheet of cardstock paper that had fancy print around the edges with a clear print that read. London to Hogwarts for one way travel. Platform 9 ¾. Train leaves at 11:00.
Baz dared himself to look at the time. It was 10:50. Shit. He was already running late. He ran to the nearest worker and asked, "Excuse me, but do you so happen to know where platform 9 ¾ is?"
The older woman looked at him with pure annoyance, "Kid, stop pulling my leg, I have actual work to do." She strode off. He asked some other people and he got the same answer. Whether it was a grunt, a push, or just being plain ignored. 10:55, he was really starting to hate London people when a girl pulled at his shirt.
"I overheard you were looking for Platform 9 ¾. I'm heading there now if you want to join." The girl was about his age with washed out blond hair, her outfit looked like a blind school teacher picked it out for her. She too had a cart that looked like his and the same books. She outstretched her hand, "I'm Luna by the way. Luna Lovegood."
"An interesting name." She hummed
He only shrugged, "So, is Luna."
She pulled her cart aside, and looked him over, " You don't look like a first year."
"I'm a transfer student, in my sixth year."
If it was possible, her face brightened more, "A transfer, where you from?"
"Watford."The girl only nodded and stopped at the platforms nine and ten. "Excuse me, but I don't see the platform anywhere." Baz looked around if he was missing the point.
She pointed at the wall, "All you need to do is walk through the wall." Before Baz could respond the girl dashed towards the wall and went straight through. 10:58. Baz sighed and sprinted in as well.