Third Year: When Willow's Life Changed

by Sylvar Noriel

[On HOLD due to personal issues] Willow Neeson was the odd kid in the corner, the one who's odd interests and behavior caused her to be shunned by her classmates. But everything changed in her Third Year. (Rated K . I guess it's sort of AU, I'm terrible at following the plot. Please, bear with me.)

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchise, characters, except for my OC. It all solely belongs to J.K Rowling.

The wind blew in the young girl's face as she stood at the stoop of 'Miss Prattchet's Home for Girls', playing with her thick white locks as her pale slender hand grasped the worn leather handle of the flowery carpet-bag. Her odd silver eyes glistened with anticipation, a hopeful smile playing on her thin pale lips.

A taxi cab drove up, its rusty coughs echoing down the dark alley as it slid to a screech in front of the orphanage. The door opened as if with magic, and she stepped into the leathery worn interior of the cab. The door slammed and the tires screeched, jolting the cab. It slowly began to move, then quickened, then she was off.

She rested her small hands in her lap, looking out of the window as the dreary landscape melted into one of the country-side, the marshes, the trees, the fields. Her eyes widened as she took it all in, her mouth slightly open in wonderment.

The cab soon pulled up to the train station, where children in black robes milled around, some with adults, some without. As she stepped out, the cold air hit her lungs at full blast, sharpening her senses. She sat down on a bench near platform 10, the gateway hadn't opened yet and she was early. Her eyes took the scene in, reveling in all the new smells and sights. She could see the Weasley twins with their mother, their sister, and their younger brother with another boy with black hair. She smiled a faint smile to Ginny Weasley, as she caught Ginny staring at her.

She looked down at her bag and pulled out her watercolors, where she looked through the pictures, smiling. The train whistle blew, and students began disappearing at a wall between the two platforms.

She followed the crowd. She felt invisible, almost like she had a bubble around her, no one bothered to step in, and she wasn't brave enough to step out. It was like she wanted to be noticed, but at the same time, she was relieved that she was solitary.

She stepped into the wall, and came through into the bustling platform of Nine and Three Quarters, just as a red train pulled in.

If you guys like it, then I will continue. Don't like it? That's okay.

Excuse me if it's a little messy, this is my First Fic.

Reviews and Suggestions are welcome.

Thanks,

Silvar. 3