Antares has a special nickname ( he hates it)
Voldemort stared at the cottage that currently held the small potter family. It would be easy, all he had to do was get in and get out. His long spidery fingers curled around his wand as he made his way up the lawn. Briefly, he saw James potters face in the window before it disappeared.
Smirking slightly, he blasted open the door and watched as it flew from its hinges. There stood James potter with nothing in his hand. What a foolish boy, thought Voldemort. With one quick flick of his wrist James fell with a loud thump.
Lily let a sob break through as she heard her husbands lifeless body fall. Quickly searching through the chest of toys she pulled out a battered teddy bear. Lily began to repeat the word “ fly” over and over again but the hidden portkey didn’t seem to work.
With no time left, Lily ran to her tiny baby in her crib and began to speak sweet nothings into her ear. Soon, Voldemort was in the room and the door to the nursery was blown wide.
“ step aside foolish girl and I may let you live.” Boomed Voldemort.
“ Not Clover! Please not my baby clover! Take me-!” Screamed Lily.
“ AVADA KEDAVRA!”
But something happened. Something so unexpected not even Voldemort himself saw coming. The spell rebounded and soon Voldemort was just a heap on the floor.
Antares glanced around the crowded book store as he searched for his school books. His twin sister, Cassiopeia was done shopping for her school books and was now browsing the dark curses section. Glancing up Antares saw a frail old woman coming closer to her.
“ young lady, don’t you think that these books are a little to dark for you?” She asked, grabbing a brown book off the top shelf.
“ with all do respect miss- I am very capable and know what books are on my level. Furthermore, you have no right to tell me what I can and cannot read.” Said Cassiopeia. She barely spared the old woman a glance before she turned back around.
Cassiopeia looked much like Antares himself. They both had dark wavy black hair and unnatural blue eyes. The only noticeable difference was Antares was tall and lanky with a slightly upturned nose and Cassiopeia was short and stocky.
Antares called for Cassiopeia and they both went to pay before walking out of the store.
Five stores down, clover potter walked out of a shop with a pair of brand new glasses. Her old ones which were thick and square did not fit her face well at all. Now she had slimmer, more round glasses that made her features look far more pleasant. Clover looked around and noticed a bright shop at the corner.
The shop was so small that if it weren’t for its bright colors she wouldn’t have noticed it.
“ Hagrid? Since I have all of my supplies may I please go in that colorful shop over there.” Clover pointed to the bright shop and waited for Hagrids approval.
“Sure. Jus meet me at the leaky cauldron at 4 o’ clock.”
Smiling brightly, clover made her way to the bright shop. She knew exactly what it was when she got closer. It was an art supplies store!
Clover smiled so wide passerby’s looked at her in great concern. She pushed the huge door opened and stepped inside.
She looked at the rows and rows of art supplies and For almost 45 minutes clover had raided the store. When time to pay clovers heart fluttered happily as she took in all her new art supplies.
When ringing the bell a young woman dressed in bright magenta robes appeared. Her dark green hair was pulled into two pigtails with matching magenta bows.
“hello! My name is Wendy! What are you buying today? Oh you are quite young. That amazing to see, when I was younger no one appreciated the wonder of art. Of course, I grew up in muggle America. Yes I’m from America isn’t that exciting-“ Wendy rambled.
“ excuse me? Mrs. Wendy I just want to buy these art supplies.” Clover interrupted, passing the pile of art supplies torwards her.
Wendy seemed quite disappointed that clover did not want to talk but rang her supplies up anyway. While clover was leaving Wendy waved happily towards her and invited her to come anytime.
Afterwards clover went to meet Hagrid and he took her home. With great disappointment clover walked into the Dursley house. They had gotten home hours earlier. Dudley was sitting in the living room watching the daily cartoons. Vernon was sitting in the large armchair sipping a cup of brandy and petunia was happily mixing a bowl of dough.
Clover suspected this was what it would always be like this if her parents had never died. The little family seemed like they were having a pleasant day before she walked in. When petunia noticed clover her face scrunched up tightly.
“ so you’re back girl?” Asked petunia, shaping her cookie dough.
“ yes” replied clover in a sour tone, “ where can I put my stuff?” Clover held up the multiple bags up for her aunt to see.
“ put your freaky things in the cupboard.”
Clover dragged her bags to the cupboard and stared at her remaining art supplies. Aunt petunia had said her freaky things, not her art supplies should go in the cupboard. Smiling, clover took the sketchbook and pencil.
Clover set the book and pencil on the small desk and began to think about what to draw. With a good idea She began to draw a huge circle. Her pencil moved in a graceful motion as she sketched. Her hand glided across the paper as she added the details.
For once in a long time she felt free. She was in her element and space and it felt great. She so desperately wanted to play music to get the creative juices flowing but she knew uncle Vernon would not let her.
After almost an hour she had a rather detailed drawing of a dog. Its ears flew behind it in the wind as the tulips in the background danced.
Content with the drawings she hung it up on the wall above her bed. It was now dark out and she was feeling quite drowsy. She pulled the covers over her body and when her head hit the pillow she was instantly asleep.
For the next couple weeks clover would tick off the days leading up to September. The days passed slow but soon she was at the train station with no idea how to get on.
Clover looked around the station for a while, thinking that she looked quite stupid. She asked the worker about the train leaving at 11:00 AM but didn’t dare mention platform 9 3/4. He was quite confused and muttered about “ annoying children.”
Clover felt a hand on her arm and looked to the side to see a short girl with long wavy hair. The unknown girls lips quirked upwards slightly.
“ do you need help getting on the train? I heard your conversation with the worker.”
Clover began to panic. Was this girl also a witch or just a normal person. What had hagrid called them? Oh! Muggles.
“ don’t worry, I’m a witch too! Nothing to worry about.” She said.
“ how did you know that?”
“ I read your face. It was quite obvio-“
“CASSIOPEIA!” A voice yelled, interrupting the unknown girls sentence. Clover looked behind her and saw a tall boy marching torwards them.
“ what do you want Antares?” Asked Cassiopeia, “ I’m sorry, this is my annoying brother, Antares.”
“ pleasure” replied Antares curtly as he briefly glanced towards clover, “ we must be getting on the train now. It’s leaving in 5 minutes!”
“ fine, fine don’t be such a worry wort!”
Cassiopeia dragged clover to a wall and ran full speed towards it. Clover let out a scream before it was cut off. Clover looked at the large red train in awe. It was huge and stretched down the train track.
“ this baby here is the Hogwarts express!” Yelled Cassiopeia over the talk of the people, “ it holds all of Hogwarts student body.”
Soon Cassiopeia’s brother appeared behind the two girls and huddled them into the train.
“ I’m going to find our dearest cousin so new girl and Cassy find us a compartment”
“ yes scorpion.” Chimed Cassiopeia.
“ don’t call me that!” Yelled Antares as he made his way down the skinny corridor.
As the two girls found a compartment clover questioned Cassiopeia about Antares nickname.
“ why did you call him scorpion? Isn’t his name Antares? that sounds nothing like his name!”
Cassiopeia leaned on the window and laughed. “ his nickname is a little special. Antares comes from the brightest star in the constellation scorpious the scorpion and the stars nickname is the scorpion heart.”
clover nodded as they fell into comfortable silence looking out the window as the fields rolled by.