Singing With Life

J.K. Rowling owns all characters you are familiar with, the others are mine.

Ch.1

"Hannah, Get up! You're late!" Mom was yelling at me, like always. I hate mornings.
"What? I'm up! I'm up!" Groggy and disoriented I sat up in bed and looked around. The sterile hotel room walls looked back at me as I tried to find my feet. Looking for a clean part of floor was like looking for a dry spot on the beach, my stuff was thrown everywhere. Sliding out of bed I turned to the clock radio, and immediately woke up. It was 8:15 in the morning! I had wanted to get up at 7:00! Rushing around I started to pack and get dressed at the same time. "Not the best idea you've ever had", I chastised myself. "But do what you got to do."
As I was throwing things into my suitcase, my ID fell out of my pocket. Worst picture ever and the red lining around it with under 18 written on it was not helping. Sighing at my youth and wishing my 18 birthday would com sooner I continued to pack. Thinking about the next year I realized that I would only experience this morning of craziness one more time. It will be strange to leave Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for good. To never spend the last two weeks of summer vacation in London as opposed to hanging out in North Carolina.

I have lots of friends, but no real "clique" and this has gotten me into trouble before, but I won't go into that now. My best friends are Fred and George Weasly. They are completely hilarious! The other day they made me laugh so hard that I could not move for five minutes. It was great, even my brother was on the floor, and it takes a lot to make him laugh that hard.

Anyway, back to my hectic morning. As I stumbled into the bathroom looking for my toothbrush I looked in the mirror and cringed. My shoulder length dirty blonde hair was tussled and frizzy. My blue eyes were hazy with sleep, or maybe that was the mist on the mirror. When I came back out I tripped over a shoe in the floor and hit my brother in the shoulder. "Hey, watch it! And hurry up, we are going to be late!" He said rubbing where I had hit him.
"Don't you think I know that? And besides it isn't like your going to miss anything you and your friends have been hanging out non stop since we came. See you at school. " I said brushing my teeth, skipping breakfast. While I was looking for a place to spit my mother saw me, "Hannah." She said in one of those tones that mothers are so good at. Instead of just a name she said, "Hannah, what do you think you are doing?"
What?" I said defensive, "I can eat on the train!" She gave me a look of disdain, but let the subject drop. It took me 30 minutes to get ready, but then we rushed to the car and got to the station by 10:15. Dad dropped us off at the station, found a parking spot and we were all at the platform by 10:35, defiantly a family record.

The moment we get there, I look around for Fred and George, and I finally saw Mrs. Weasly. She saw me at the same time and she yelled across the platform, "Hannah!" She ran over to me with a huge smile on her face and gave me a big hug. "How have you been, Dear? Fred and George have not stopped talking about your escapades last year. You seem to have made quite the impression on them"

"A good one I hope." I say with a grin.

"Hannah has been the same way about your boys." Says, Mom. "She tells me they are quite the inventors."

"Oh, well, they do some work..." I didn't hear the rest of what Mrs. Weasly said because it was then that I saw the boys. "Fred, George!" I call, running towards them. "Hannah!" They cry in unison. I ran up and attacked George with a huge bear hug. He caught me in his arms and held me there for about two minutes. When he let me go I gave Fred a hug as well. "Hey, how's your summer been?" Fred said as he let me down.

"Great! I went home and saw all my friends, and hung out with my family. I worked a little with Starlight and Cornfields, but we were all pretty busy this summer. But it was all very relaxing." I said, glad to see the two of them again.

"Wow," said George, "sounds like fun. We just hung out at the Burrow working on the joke shop. Nothing like what you did."

"Well, someone has to be serious. And I hope that you two are successful in this endeavor, because I need someone to mooch off of when I graduate!" I said, punching George in the arm lightly. "Oww!" He joked, and with that me clamored on to the train and found seats.

As the train pulled out of the station a grin spread across George's face, when he did that I looked at him confused but all he said was, "I didn't say anything." A little while later Fred left saying that he was going to look for Angelina. As soon as Fred left George switched sides to by me. "Hey" He said.

"Hi" I replied playing along. "Sup?"

"Nothing really," As he said this he put his arms around me. "Yet..."He finished with an evil grin. I grinned back, "I was wondering what you were up to." I snuggled closer, and went to put my head on his shoulder, but his lips caught mine half way there. He slowly worked his tongue into my mouth and started to caress mine. His hand went to my waste and he pulled me closer. We made out for; I don't know how long, and then Fred knocked on the door interrupting us.

"Hey, best be getting dressed!" He said, all ready in his robes. I turned from George to send Fred a death glare, but soon we were all laughing. The moment of hate was broken by the arrival of Angelina. She was a sight; her long brown hair was tangled, frizzy and thrown in a messy bun on the top of her head. She was wearing a pair of huge thick glasses and her robes were on backwards.

"Angelina!" I laughed, "What have you done to yourself?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about." She said looking shocked, but her amusement was visible in her eyes and smile. She too finally broke into hysterics and said, "I'm sorry... I have been...stuck at home... all summer. I blame my actions... on Cabin Fever. So should you." We all laughed heartily as she a Fred collapsed in the seat across from George and me.

When we had all collected ourselves again I said to Angelina, "Want to help me change, and or me to give you some help with that hair?" Motioning to her head. "I would love some help, and I need to talk to you about..." She stopped speaking and motioned to George. Neither of the boys noticed. I gave her a look as we walked out of the room to the bathroom.

Once there we both whipped out our brushes and attacked our hair. After a moment Angelina spoke, "So... you and George an item now?"

"You and Fred an item?" I retorted with a smile. We only managed to look at each other for another second before we broke out laughing. "Sorry... I had to check." Angie said regaining control. "And yes, Fred asked me out officially 3 weeks ago."

"Yay! Now we can hang with out that terrible awkwardness."

"Yeah, but I don't think that is a word."

"Shut up." I said lightly hitting her on the shoulder. We talked and gabbed about the summer while I changed and Angie tried to make her hair behave. When we got back to the boys there was an odd stench in the air and a wicked glint in there eyes. We both instinctively stopped in the doorway, we knew the boys too well to enter the compartment completely. I was the first to speak, "Boys, what have you been up to?"

"Nothing." Replied Fred with fake shock at my accusation. "Oh, yeah right." Said Angie. "Honest." Cried George. I simply gave him a look.

Giving the room a quick scan, I could see nothing out of place or suspicious. So, with a sigh and a shrug I sat beside George. Angie followed suit, giving Fred a slight punch in the arm in the process. The boys exchanged a look and Fred turned to Angie saying, "So, Angie, what did you ladies talk about in that most sacred of all rooms?"

"Nothing." She said with a grin. Fred laughed and said, "I give up, and you win. Now come here." As if she had been waiting for those words she went to him and snuggled into his chest. I had already taken my position beside George. He was leaning against the side of the seat and I was resting against his chest, his hands were around my waist and our fingers intertwined. If anything of importance happened outside of our cubicle the rest of the trip none of us knew.