This is for you my girl Jade! I originally put 'gurl' but that spelling annoys me, woo Jade!
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Chapter One – The Many Meetings of Two
I tightly hold my mummy's hand as I walk to Platform 9 ¾. Fred and George laugh at me but I know I'm cool really, my mum says I am. I roar quietly and wish one of those blasted siblings of mine would die an untimely death half way through his stupid jokes with an ironic smile across his ironic face.
"Your mum!" I shout at them as they vanish into a crowd of friends, I'm so much cooler than them.
Who am I kidding, I know I'm just a freckled, tall, stupid and ginger FREAK! I cry inside and whimper as I watch the large red spot of mummy vanish into the distance, her lonely hand waving lonesomely from the platform with Ginny by her side. I don't know why, but I'm suspicious my sister is out to steal my true love.
I sigh with the angst of a thousand fanfics as I stare at my reflection in a mirror, which stares back at me in return. I perfect the look of confusion that usually sports my freckled mug and rub a spot of dirt onto my nose. This makes me look rugged.
I look up and my heart skips a beat and jigs past another as I see a tall, blonde boy strut towards me, his expensive robes flap like a lovesick blackbird at his handsome ankles. His face is as handsome as sculpted marble, gently caressed by hundreds of romantic sculptors, with a permanent sneer carved into his perfect, thin lips. This sneer, I imagine, could break a thousand hearts, launch a thousand ships and weaken a thousand knees.
He scowls at me and knocks my shoulder as he storms past me.
I stare at the doorway for some time as my heaving breast calms.
"Why is he so angry?" I think loudly, "surely he is not angry at me? I hope my spot of dirt and unkempt red appearance did not offend him. I wish he would tell me what's wrong so I could be there for him!"
I begin to swoon but the rattling of the trains disturbs me so I instead move onto the next carriage and sit down. I am so alone. Alone in this carriage and alone in my heart. I cannot forget that mysterious blond boy and am racked with bubbling, emotional emotions as I imagine him slowly jogging towards me and goosebump as I think of his ice cold skin.
I love to embrace ice sculptures.
A sharp slide of the door as it is opened draws my attention and in walks the most attractive boy I have seen in the last ten minutes. His raven hair is the blackest black and super shiny. His skin is pale, almost transparent, and I imagine seeing his throbbing veins and arteries beneath the stretched organ. His lips are bitten and I chew mine as I see them, looking up into his emerald, no forest-green eyes. I nervously part my hair with my dirty stumps of fingers when I notice how uncontrollable his is.
I would love to tame that hair.
"Might if I sit here?" he purrs in a voice so silky I wish to wrap myself in it. The notes of the sound bounce up and down with the strings of my heart, as if he were elegantly playing a harp with his slender fingers. The sound is as beautiful as a thousand goddesses singing one of my favourite songs about death and it is then I know I would rather die than be without this average height, pale and dark, messy haired boy.
"You can sit here," I finally stutter, lifting my chin to bring my rebellion dirt smudge into the light. Though this boy is all I could ever hope for in life and more, I cannot forget the intimate connection I felt with the blonde one. I feel I am almost cheating as I eagerly and closely watch the dark one sit opposite me.
"I'm Harry Potter," he introduces him.
It is only now I notice his lightning scar, blood red to accentuate the colour of his passionate lips.
