Hogwart Next Gen.
A/n I do not own or even like Harry Potter. (I actually got kicked out of the movie for laughing.)
The train bumped on the rickety track as Tristan looked at his feet. He was sick. He had black hair and brown eyes. He had glasses and he had tanned skin.
"This seat taken?" a beautiful girl with brown hair and greenish eyes said looking at him.
"Not at all." He said in a sickish voice.
She sat beside him and rubbed his back.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"Fine." He said.
"What's your name?"
"Tristan"
"Tristan what?"
"Tristan Potter."
"You're the son of Harry?"
"Yes I am."
She looked at him then she sat back and looked out the window. It was sunny today, the air was crisp and the leaves were green, it was nice for September. After a while, near the end of the trip the two were deep in conversation and Tristan looked better. Her name was Krystle Hall.
They arrived at the huge school. It was old and made of stone; it dwarfed him, even at 5'8". He took a deep breath and carried his stuff inside the giant building.
Later, at dinner, after sorting, Tristan was a Hufflepuff and Krystle was a Griffindor. The dinner was good and so was the sleep, overall it was a good school. He had a good wand; a good friend, a good pet toad, endless money and he had a great school. Life was perfect.
A/n I do not own or even like Harry Potter. (I actually got kicked out of the movie for laughing.)
The train bumped on the rickety track as Tristan looked at his feet. He was sick. He had black hair and brown eyes. He had glasses and he had tanned skin.
"This seat taken?" a beautiful girl with brown hair and greenish eyes said looking at him.
"Not at all." He said in a sickish voice.
She sat beside him and rubbed his back.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"Fine." He said.
"What's your name?"
"Tristan"
"Tristan what?"
"Tristan Potter."
"You're the son of Harry?"
"Yes I am."
She looked at him then she sat back and looked out the window. It was sunny today, the air was crisp and the leaves were green, it was nice for September. After a while, near the end of the trip the two were deep in conversation and Tristan looked better. Her name was Krystle Hall.
They arrived at the huge school. It was old and made of stone; it dwarfed him, even at 5'8". He took a deep breath and carried his stuff inside the giant building.
Later, at dinner, after sorting, Tristan was a Hufflepuff and Krystle was a Griffindor. The dinner was good and so was the sleep, overall it was a good school. He had a good wand; a good friend, a good pet toad, endless money and he had a great school. Life was perfect.