Prologue:
The previous year:
The dim glow of the moonlight reflected a white glow of her already pale face. Her black hair flowed in the wind as she stared out into the darkness that was casting a shadow over the world. The rain patted lightly on her dank dress as she thought – I was interrupted in my thoughts as the teacher, who was now loaming over me, whipped the sheet of paper from under my quill leaving a long black pen line across the parchment.
"Well, well, writing again are we?" asked professor McGonagal, scan reading the parchment I was writing on moments before. "I shall have the entire story soon." She said walking over to her desk and placing it in the top draw. I could imagine I had 3 different versions of my stories piled up in that draw. That showed how much attention I paid towards transfiguration. I had no idea I had any witch in my blood. That's me. The quiet un-known muggle girl, I doubt over half the year know I exist. I heard a giant scream, looking up; I noticed something some what different about Angelina. She was now part of a chicken and was yelling at Fred. Personally I think Fred did rather well to fully transform Ang into a chicken. Ang wasn't happy, (unsurprisingly,) she kept screaming and screaming until professor McGonagal changed Ang back into her normal self. She slapped Fred around the head. I found it quite amusing and couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Fred was always pulling pranks on Ang. I was the only one who knew that he was in love with her. I was the only one who knew the she was in love with him. But they didn't know I knew. No one knew what I knew. I stayed in the same dorm as Fred's Ang, George's Alicia and lee's Katie. They could deny it all they wanted but it was true. They were theirs. They were the only ones who would talk to me. And that was for homework help. I spent a lot of time in the library and worked at a 3rd year level. I knew for a fact that I would be moved up before my sister started school in 2 years time. Some one actually once said to me,
"hey, do you want some help with your homework little girl." She smiled nicely, unaware that after the first session I would be helping her with her homework. Although I had already done 3 GCSE's at my old school after I had pasted all my Yr 9 SATS when I was 9, Dumbledore refuse to cause a hullabaloo by moving my up a year early. The only thing I don't like about myself is my ridiculous shyness. My intelligence beat people that were a year older than I was. Professor McGonagal set us a task in pairs. I was, at the time, sitting next to a guy from ravenclaw.
"Hey, looks like I'm your partner! I'm Rodger Davies, what your name again?"
And so it begins, this boy may be my first friend. Damn he's cute He smiled. This was the beginning of something. I know knew I was going to change. I spoke.
"I'm Georgina Granger."