Disclaimer: yeah, yeah, I don't own anything...just my keyboard. And I don't
even own that. My mom does. Argh! throws pencil against the wall
Chapter one
Times have gone
Harry sat alone on the rumbling train, looking out his window for want of something better to do. The scenery flew by as he tried to form thoughts in his head. Everything was so mixed up. This was his last year at his home, the place he knew and loved at first sight and now he was being forced to leave. Leave and start his own life, a life without the security blanket that the school had provided. He had better make this year last for the rest of his life.
His last melancholy thought escaped his head as his best friend and partner in crime came into the compartment. The first thing Harry noticed was how Ron's hair color had changed. No longer the bright, harsh red it was when they had first met, but it had deepened to a dark auburn that complemented his bright blue eyes. Ron's darker hair now curled around the bottom of his ear, and the curls were as shaggy and unruly as ever. Harry got up and realized that he was nearly as tall as his friend, who was formerly the tallest in their year. Ron will definitely have plenty girls following him this year," Harry thought to himself, nostalgically, this thought instantly bringing him to remember how they both had so much trouble attracting girls when the yearly balls came around. He smiled, and Ron's look brought him back to reality. "You all right, mate?"
Harry laughed and sat back down on the train seat. "Yeah, I'm good. " Ron grinned back, still the awkward, little-boy grin he had since he was young, and sat down next to him.
"So, erm...see Hermione yet?" said Ron, just to break the silence for Harry had begun to drift into thought again.
"No, I haven't. Have you?" Harry answered, distractedly, turning his vision towards Ron.
"Yeah...oh, God. You should see her! You're gonna want to, man. I'm telling you.... Wow." Harry began laughing, and just as he did, a thin girl he didn't recognize walked into their compartment. "Hey, Harry," she said, turning to face them both. Harry heard Ron gulp, and he soon realized why. The girl he didn't recognize was, in fact, Hermione. Her hair was straight and down to her shoulders, nothing like he had last seen. In her jeans and tee shirt, she looked like she belonged in Muggle clothing. He stood up again and took her in his arms, and hugged her.
"You look...amazing, Hermione." He said, sincerely, and watched her blush and smile at him. Behind them, Ron was ready to smack himself. Why couldn't he have said something witty and adorable instead of just letting his jaw drop when he saw her? Why couldn't he be as smooth as Harry could? He also got up, and went over to his two best friends. He took Hermione from Harry and gave her an intimate hug also. He loved the feeling of her arms around him. They hugged for a minute and broke away, both with happy looks on their faces, albeit Ron's a bit red. They started talking about their summer, what they were looking forward to, and soon enough, Harry had zoned out and was staring out the window, lost in his own little world. The Hogwarts Express pulled up into the station, just as the sky grew dark and the stars began to shine their light down on the excited, eager students that were now piling out of the doors. As the three friends walked down the moonlit pathway, following the familiar sounds of Hagrid's booming voice, they grew quiet and contemplative thinking about what was to come. And if Harry had been paying a little more attention, he would have seen Ron and Hermione's fingers entwined. As witches and wizards of all ages started filling up the Great Hall, the lights above lowered with a flick of Professor Dumbledore's wand and the candles floating in the air lit all at once. The room glowed with an enchanting light, which proceeded in making everyone quiet as Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to talk. "Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts! I do hope you have all had a wonderful summer, and are ready to start your studies with vigor and excitement. Now, before we being sorting the new first years, I have a special person I'd like to introduce you to. She is a transfer from Beauxbatons, a seventh year, and she will be joining us for the remainder of the year. Please give a warm welcome to our new addition, Paris Caron." As he finished speaking, there was a hush over the crowded hall, making it, if possible, even quieter than it was before. A girl of seventeen walked onto the stage where Dumbledore was standing. She was utterly beautiful, but not in the way that everyone notices, flashy and standoutish, with tons of makeup and skanky clothing. No, this girl was naturally gorgeous. Her dark brown hair was long and perfectly straight, passing her shoulders in length. She was dressed in the normal Hogwarts attire, black robes, and much to Harry's pleasure, she was wearing the Gryffindor colors on her tie and the seal on her outer robes. Dumbledore started clapping, and the rest of the students and staff clapped along with him. She walked down the stairs, her robes lightly lifting behind her, as though she was flying. She walked to the Gryffindor table, and Harry soon realized that the only empty seat was the one right next to him. Without paying attention to whatever else was going on up at the front, he watched in a daze as the girl named Paris sat down next to him. He noticed she hadn't smiled. She had a warm look in her amethyst eyes, but to Harry it seemed like she was trying to hide the fact that she felt very alone and uncomfortable. Maybe if he introduced himself... But as he turned to her, he realized his chance was shot. She was already enveloped in conversation with another member of the Gryffindor house, and sure enough, she still wasn't smiling. The look on her face, how she was so solemn and sad- looking, made him want to take her in his arms and hold her and comfort her. She wasn't talking, either, just listening while other people rambled on about unimportant, vapid issues that they so often talked about. She looked like she was caught in a death trap. Harry wondered in awe and horror what could be causing this poor girl to look this way, to feel this way inside. He had to find out. He just had to. Because not figuring it out would eventually end up in his ultimate demise. Well, he knew her name. That was a start, wasn't it?
a/n: just getting started! Read and review, please! Much love...
Chapter one
Times have gone
Harry sat alone on the rumbling train, looking out his window for want of something better to do. The scenery flew by as he tried to form thoughts in his head. Everything was so mixed up. This was his last year at his home, the place he knew and loved at first sight and now he was being forced to leave. Leave and start his own life, a life without the security blanket that the school had provided. He had better make this year last for the rest of his life.
His last melancholy thought escaped his head as his best friend and partner in crime came into the compartment. The first thing Harry noticed was how Ron's hair color had changed. No longer the bright, harsh red it was when they had first met, but it had deepened to a dark auburn that complemented his bright blue eyes. Ron's darker hair now curled around the bottom of his ear, and the curls were as shaggy and unruly as ever. Harry got up and realized that he was nearly as tall as his friend, who was formerly the tallest in their year. Ron will definitely have plenty girls following him this year," Harry thought to himself, nostalgically, this thought instantly bringing him to remember how they both had so much trouble attracting girls when the yearly balls came around. He smiled, and Ron's look brought him back to reality. "You all right, mate?"
Harry laughed and sat back down on the train seat. "Yeah, I'm good. " Ron grinned back, still the awkward, little-boy grin he had since he was young, and sat down next to him.
"So, erm...see Hermione yet?" said Ron, just to break the silence for Harry had begun to drift into thought again.
"No, I haven't. Have you?" Harry answered, distractedly, turning his vision towards Ron.
"Yeah...oh, God. You should see her! You're gonna want to, man. I'm telling you.... Wow." Harry began laughing, and just as he did, a thin girl he didn't recognize walked into their compartment. "Hey, Harry," she said, turning to face them both. Harry heard Ron gulp, and he soon realized why. The girl he didn't recognize was, in fact, Hermione. Her hair was straight and down to her shoulders, nothing like he had last seen. In her jeans and tee shirt, she looked like she belonged in Muggle clothing. He stood up again and took her in his arms, and hugged her.
"You look...amazing, Hermione." He said, sincerely, and watched her blush and smile at him. Behind them, Ron was ready to smack himself. Why couldn't he have said something witty and adorable instead of just letting his jaw drop when he saw her? Why couldn't he be as smooth as Harry could? He also got up, and went over to his two best friends. He took Hermione from Harry and gave her an intimate hug also. He loved the feeling of her arms around him. They hugged for a minute and broke away, both with happy looks on their faces, albeit Ron's a bit red. They started talking about their summer, what they were looking forward to, and soon enough, Harry had zoned out and was staring out the window, lost in his own little world. The Hogwarts Express pulled up into the station, just as the sky grew dark and the stars began to shine their light down on the excited, eager students that were now piling out of the doors. As the three friends walked down the moonlit pathway, following the familiar sounds of Hagrid's booming voice, they grew quiet and contemplative thinking about what was to come. And if Harry had been paying a little more attention, he would have seen Ron and Hermione's fingers entwined. As witches and wizards of all ages started filling up the Great Hall, the lights above lowered with a flick of Professor Dumbledore's wand and the candles floating in the air lit all at once. The room glowed with an enchanting light, which proceeded in making everyone quiet as Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to talk. "Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts! I do hope you have all had a wonderful summer, and are ready to start your studies with vigor and excitement. Now, before we being sorting the new first years, I have a special person I'd like to introduce you to. She is a transfer from Beauxbatons, a seventh year, and she will be joining us for the remainder of the year. Please give a warm welcome to our new addition, Paris Caron." As he finished speaking, there was a hush over the crowded hall, making it, if possible, even quieter than it was before. A girl of seventeen walked onto the stage where Dumbledore was standing. She was utterly beautiful, but not in the way that everyone notices, flashy and standoutish, with tons of makeup and skanky clothing. No, this girl was naturally gorgeous. Her dark brown hair was long and perfectly straight, passing her shoulders in length. She was dressed in the normal Hogwarts attire, black robes, and much to Harry's pleasure, she was wearing the Gryffindor colors on her tie and the seal on her outer robes. Dumbledore started clapping, and the rest of the students and staff clapped along with him. She walked down the stairs, her robes lightly lifting behind her, as though she was flying. She walked to the Gryffindor table, and Harry soon realized that the only empty seat was the one right next to him. Without paying attention to whatever else was going on up at the front, he watched in a daze as the girl named Paris sat down next to him. He noticed she hadn't smiled. She had a warm look in her amethyst eyes, but to Harry it seemed like she was trying to hide the fact that she felt very alone and uncomfortable. Maybe if he introduced himself... But as he turned to her, he realized his chance was shot. She was already enveloped in conversation with another member of the Gryffindor house, and sure enough, she still wasn't smiling. The look on her face, how she was so solemn and sad- looking, made him want to take her in his arms and hold her and comfort her. She wasn't talking, either, just listening while other people rambled on about unimportant, vapid issues that they so often talked about. She looked like she was caught in a death trap. Harry wondered in awe and horror what could be causing this poor girl to look this way, to feel this way inside. He had to find out. He just had to. Because not figuring it out would eventually end up in his ultimate demise. Well, he knew her name. That was a start, wasn't it?
a/n: just getting started! Read and review, please! Much love...