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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACT ONE ── the unicorn disaster  🐍 ⁺⑅

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DREAMERS DUOLOGY  ⋆ 🐉.
♯ ❝ I DON'T NEED YOUR APOLOGIES ❞
CHAPTER ONE ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
˚ ₊ ♡ 1989 ─── year six
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    WITH SEVEN VERY LOUD AND ENERGETIC CHILDREN MORNINGS AT THE BURROW HAD ALWAYS BEEN VERY HECTIC, but when september first rolled around, Molly Weasley had her hands full trying to contain her children, especially the twins, who had been bouncing around the house since dawn.

    "Fred! Put that down! I will not have you cause trouble on your first day at Hogwarts!" The short woman screeched, pointed her spatula at the boy holding some sort of contraption.

     "I'm not Fred!" Fred placed his hands on his hip, "how could you not even recognise your own son!"

     "Oh sorry George," Molly lowered her arm.

     "Just kidding." The twin grinned mischieviously, "I am Fred!"

      Molly sighed as the boy darted through the kitchen door and outside the house, excitedly shouting for his twin brother.

      "Arthur!" She shouted through the house, not daring to leave the kitchen unsupervised with breakfast cooking on the stove.

      "Yes dear?" Arthur popped his head around the doorframe.

       "Could you please wake the others up, breakfast is almost ready."

      "Of course." The man smiled, before disappearing again, the sounds of the creaking stairs filling her ears, followed by multiple groans echoing down stairs from her second oldest.

       "Mornin' mum." Charlie managed to croak out as he sleepily trudged inside the kitchen in his pajayama's and slouched down in one of the seats at the table.

       "Morning Charlie, dear." Molly greeted chipperly as she waved her wand about, making the table set itself. "Ready for another year at Hogwarts?"

       "Yeah— the owls Oliver keeps sending are getting out of hand though, keeps asking when we start Quidditch practise again. At least Flo keeps the boy in check." Charlie told his mother.

       "Sweet boy that Oliver, when Flo and her parents came over she kept telling everyone how good of a keeper the kid was."

       "He's a tad bit obsessed with the game mum. At least I know he'd make a good Captain when I leave school."

       "Well, we could talk about this all day, but if we don't hurry up, we'll be late for the train. So will you be a dear and fetch the twins from outside. I rather we be at the station sooner than later.

       The redhead pushed himself up and away from the table, "Be back in a second."

      That second, however turned out to be a lot more than expected, when the twins had accidentally glued themselves against one of the fenches lining up their property when they tested a product out they gotten from Zonko's in Diagon Alley over the summer.

     And it appeared, the superglue was not as easily removed as one would hope with the aid of magic.

      "Why is it always you two causing so much trouble!" Molly exclaimed hurriedly as she rushed her kids towards platform nine and three quarters at ten to eleven, which was no easy task when it was packed with muggles and witches alike. "Next time I'll nail you to your chairs if you step another toe out of line." She promised the twins before motioning for them to run through the wall leading them to the Hogwarts express.

      "Come one Charlie, off you go, the train leaves soon!"

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    MOST PEOPLE WHOULD THINK AN ORDINARY TRAIN STATION FILLED TO BRINK WITH WIZARDS AND witches on september first would raise some curious eyes— especially when their attempted fashion choices screamed the total opposite of blending in. But at a quarter to eleven, it was not the the owls in cages or the peculiar dressrobes that caught the eyes of ordinary muggle onlookers.

     Sharply dressed, and looking like royalty in their posh clothes was the Rosier family who made people stare in awe as the glided across the station. Carefully crafted facades plastered on their faces as the passed the people they deemed beneath them before gracefully walking through the wall that would lead them to platform nine and three quarters

As always, Marie-Claire walked with her head held high and her posture picture perfect and when the Hogwarts Express came into view, a genuine smile reached her face, making the young redhead appear more carefree.

      "Excited to return dear?" Dahlia placed a delicate hand on her daughter back, bringing the girl back from her daydreams.

      "Very much mother." The girl replied, eyes sparkling in happiness.

      "Be sure to have fun sweetheart." Her mother reminded her before engulving the redhead in a warm embrace.

      As she slid her own arm around her mother, Marie casted her eyed towards her father, dressed sharply in a dark blue dragonhide suit. "I have talked with Severus, and he has kindly agreed to help you better your Potions skills." The man stated simply as his daughter stepped forward to him.

"Thank you father."

"Percival!" The velvet like voice of Henriette Nott brought the Rosier family to look up to see the Nott family approach them, their robes flying behind them like fine silk in the wind.

Marie smiled sweetly at the family as her father and mother greeted Henriette and Dorian Nott while she turned her attention to the two siblings standing next to their parents. Little nine year old Theodore Nott was sporting a toothy grin as he looked at the Hogwarts express in innocent awe, while his older brother Levius (—who was in the same year as Marie) looked bored out of his mind standing on the platform with his younger brother tugging at his robes.

"Can I go to Hogwarts yet Levy!" The boy asked excitedly, jumping up in down and big doe eyes pleadingly looking at his brother.

"No you cannot. You're not old enough yet." Levy replied curtly, pulling his neat robes away from Theodore's grip.

The young boy pouted as he longingly stared at all the children boarding the train.

"What our dear Levius tried to say was that you have to be eleven to go to Hogwarts." Marie-Claire explained, crouching down to look at the little boy better.

"But I want to go now." The boy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head away from her.

"Do you want to know a secret Teddy?"She inquired softly.

The boy nodded vigorously, eyes wide with enthusiasm. "Yes please!"

"Come closer then." She motioned him over with her hand and the boy rushed over as the redhead leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "You're brother is awfully annoying at school, he's a prefect you know, always following the rules and such so you can't do anything fun without him scolding you, and when you join Hogwarts he won't be there anymore amd you can get into whatever mischief you want."

    "Really!" The boy grinned gleefully, jumping up and down in excitement.

     Marie-Claire hummed, smiling kindly at the youngest Nott before casting her gaze to the large clock across the platform indicating that it was almost time to board the train.

     "We should head inside Levy." Marie suggested to the boy close to her.

      The dark haired boy nodded, as they bid goodbye to their parents one last time.

      "Come on charlie, off you go. The train leaves soon!"

      Marie-Claire had barely anytime to realise what was happening before a cart came crashing against her side, sending the girl to the ground with a loud crash.

     "Oh dear! Are you alright!" A shrill voice asked the dazed girl as she pushed herself away from the ground with a groan.

      "Marie, sweetling!" Her mother's concerned voiced filled her ears, as she and her father came rushing towards her.

      "Sorry, I didn't see you there." Charlie held his hand out for the girl to take, but she just glared up at him and was instead helped to her feet by the dark haired boy next to her. It was then that he recgonised the people surrounding him and his family.

     The notorious Rosier family, and their daughter Marie-Claire. He had heard gruesome stories about the family from his father's friends from work when they visited the Burrow about their actions during the First Wizarding War. He faintly remembered Alastar Moody ranting bitterly about a Percival Rosier and how he faked being under the Imperious Curse and escaped the clutches of Azkaban.

      "Arthur." Percical drawled out coldy, staring at Arthur and Molly. "How... wonderful to see you again. How is the Minestry treating you these days."

      "It is good to see you too Percival." Arthur's smile was strained as he stared at the man, trying to remain composed for his children whom were curiously looking at the exchange. "And it couldn't be better, facsinating lot those muggles and their inventions are even more fascinating."

      Percival hummed, eyes scanning the group of redheads with distain, eyes lingering on the hand-me-down robes and second hand books the children had on their carts. "Well it seems the Misuse of Muggle artefacts office is not nearly paying you enough for your efforts."

      Dahlia, turned to her daughter when the two man remained silent and chose to just glare at one another instead, "Are you alright dear?"

      "I'm perfectly well mother." She answered curtly, eyes still trained on the boy who ran into her. "No more than a bruise in the morning I believe."

      "Well then." Molly tried to cut through the thick tension, "If that's all, the children should board the train. It is almost eleven o'clock."

       "Levy, Marie," Percival turned to the two sixth years, "off you go."

    The two children nodded silently and turned around with their trunks in hand.

      Charlie, who stared at ther retreating figures frowned, shouting a quick goodbye to his parents before hurriedly following the two sixth years on the train.

      Glancing around, he spotted the girl walking down the length of the train, softly talking to her friend.

     "Hey!" He shouted after her. "Wait up! Marie!"

       The moment he spoke her name, the girl halted and turned around, directing an icy glare at him, one that unnerved him slightly.

      "I am really sorry about running in to you." He apologised kindly.

        Marie-Claire started stoicly at him. "I don't need your apologies Weasley." She stated curtly, eerily sounding just like her father did moments earlier before she turned around, pulling her friend with her.

     And Charlie blinked in confusion.

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