The sounds of footsteps upon pavement, woke me up. My eyes fluttered open to stare at a very tall figure, who blocked off the sun that had begun to sting the outside of my eyelids. I frowned and leaned my head back even farther against the wall I had been sleeping on. My brother Harry stood there, his red hair draping and framing his tan face, his brown eyes were shining as if something miraculous had happened.

He was obviously my age and in my year but from his robes I could tell he was unsorted. "Sorry.." I said softly, mesmorized by him. He had the brightest green eyes I'd ever seen before, (brighter then even Harry Potter's or Tessa's), and such dark skin. I could tell he spent alot of time outside. His hair even
made it look like he had been outside just a second ago. It was long, black and looked windblown.