A.N. This story is dedicated to slayer of destiny, she gave me the courage and tools to begin writing, thank you so much!
I have decided to age Luna up a year so she is in the same year as Harry, Ron and Hermione. Thanks for reading!
The evening was setting in when Harry finally hopped off the train onto the bustling platform at Hogsmeade. Hermione, struggling to carry her idea of light reading, stepped off behind him with Ron following suit. Ron, muttered something indistinguishable though a mouthful of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, which must have contained a couple of vomit flavoured ones judging by the way his face contorted as he spoke.
"Excuse me?" Hermione said, looking bewildered.
"I said," Ron replied, swallowing the last of the jelly beans with great difficulty, "We'd better get to the carriages before they're all taken." At this the trio began to hurry down the platform, weaving in and out of a large group of first years.
Finally, they reached the carriages and they weren't surprised to see that Ron had been right; all of the carriages were full except one, there were spare seats in one carriage in which sat Neville Longbottom. Naturally, the trio hurried to join their classmate and the curious blonde girl sitting next to him, her face eagerly buried in a magazine.
"Hi guys," said Neville enthusiastically as Harry, Ron and Hermione approached him, waving and greeting him in return before climbing into the carriage before it set off for Hogwarts.
"Who's that?" Harry whispered to Hermione, pointing subtly in the blonde's direction a while after talk of their summer holidays had died down.
"I have no idea," Hermione eyed her curiously, tilting her head slightly. "Is her magazine upside down?"
"Yeah, it looks like it," replied Harry quietly, tilting his head, too. Strangely, the girl looked like she was not only able to read the text upside down but seemed enthralled by whatever it was she was reading.
"I can hear you, you know". The voice, smooth as butterbeer, came from behind the magazine. There was no accusation in the statement, only honesty, as if she thought it rude to accidentally eavesdrop on their conversation.
"Oh, sorry…" mumbled Harry, brushing his hand though his hair awkwardly.
"It's okay," The girl muttered back nonchalantly. "Don't mind me." From then on the ride was sent into an uncomfortable silence, only broken by the girl mumbling to herself.
The carriages finally passed through the magnificent gates housing the towering castle of Hogwarts. Harry couldn't help but gaze at the beautiful architecture in front of him; he found himself in awe every year. The skyline behind the towers was a beautiful shade of blue, as if someone had spilled ink all over fresh, white parchment, the stars like sprinkled glitter. Harry had always thought this was the most wonderful thing he would ever see, that is until the strange girl sitting across from him lowered her magazine to view the castle too.
Never had Harry gazed upon such a divine person. Her hair, now shown to be over one shoulder, was curly in a natural but not messy way. It flowed over her body like caramel, reaching at least her naval. Her skin was like porcelain, smooth and creaseless, as though it had never had anger strike across it. And her eyes… Her silvery grey eyes were breath-taking. On anyone else they would be entirely ordinary but on her they had a glow that may have outshone the stars. This girl's delicate, ethereal charm well and truly put the castle to shame.
The raven haired teen pulled his eyes away from her just long enough to glance at Ron, Neville and Hermione. Not one of them seemed even half as intrigued by the fairy-like figure in the carriage with them.
How could this be? Harry thought to himself, trying his best not to look at her. How could they not notice her?