*In the process of revision*
//Fifth Year\\
Train rides were always a source of contention to Harry Potter, especially the train ride to and from Hogwarts. Harry loved Hogwarts, and the train ride always seemed like the last barrier, as if once he got on the train, he was leaving behind the Muggle world once more. Of course, they were also a source of concern and perhaps confusion. AFter all, it was on the train that he had first met Ron and Hermione, that he had hexed Malfoy last year, that he had first encountered Demenotors, and that he had first met Professor Lupin.
\\They [Harry and Ginny] struggled off down the corridor, peering through the glass-paneled doors into the compartments they passed, which were full. Harry could not help noticing that a lot of people stared back at him with great interest ...//
Among the crowd stood one familiar-looking girl with dark, shoulder-length hair, and sharp eyes. Harry could not help noticing that she had the most familiar accent as he heard her speaking with another First-Year-to-be, finding it peculiar even as he passed her by.
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The Sorting Hat was also a source of contention for Harry Potter. He could not help feeling grateful that he was placed in Gryffindor, but there are was always the nagging reminder that the Sorting Hat had thought he might do well in Slytherin. He had, of course, begun to accept it by now, but the Sorting Hat's song this year made him wonder whether being fit for two Houses was such a contradictory thing.
\\Slowly, the long line of first years thinned; in the pasues between the names and the Sorting Hat's decisions, Harry could hear Ron's stomach grumbling loudly.//
"Wood, Avilla," Professor McGonagall called.
"Ravenclaw," the Sorting Hat called, almost immediately. Harry couldn't help noticing that she was the same familiar girl from earlier. As he watched her speak with her friends, it suddenly dawned upon her why her accent was so familiar. She had Oliver Wood's accent! The realization faded away as "Zeller, Rose" was sorted into Hufflepuff, and he began to eat, all thoughts of Oliver and Avilla Wood pushed out.
***
And Harry Potter did not notice that a curious pair of gray eyes flicked to an empty spot at the Gryffindor table briefly at the end-of-term feast, before the owner of the eyes shrugged and turned to talk to Cho Chang, who was very kind to First Years, being one of the few Sixth Years who deigned to talk to them.
To be continued ...
DO NOT READ THE NEXT CHAPTER UNLESS IT SAYS *In the Process of Revision* ON IT.
//Fifth Year\\
Train rides were always a source of contention to Harry Potter, especially the train ride to and from Hogwarts. Harry loved Hogwarts, and the train ride always seemed like the last barrier, as if once he got on the train, he was leaving behind the Muggle world once more. Of course, they were also a source of concern and perhaps confusion. AFter all, it was on the train that he had first met Ron and Hermione, that he had hexed Malfoy last year, that he had first encountered Demenotors, and that he had first met Professor Lupin.
\\They [Harry and Ginny] struggled off down the corridor, peering through the glass-paneled doors into the compartments they passed, which were full. Harry could not help noticing that a lot of people stared back at him with great interest ...//
Among the crowd stood one familiar-looking girl with dark, shoulder-length hair, and sharp eyes. Harry could not help noticing that she had the most familiar accent as he heard her speaking with another First-Year-to-be, finding it peculiar even as he passed her by.
***
The Sorting Hat was also a source of contention for Harry Potter. He could not help feeling grateful that he was placed in Gryffindor, but there are was always the nagging reminder that the Sorting Hat had thought he might do well in Slytherin. He had, of course, begun to accept it by now, but the Sorting Hat's song this year made him wonder whether being fit for two Houses was such a contradictory thing.
\\Slowly, the long line of first years thinned; in the pasues between the names and the Sorting Hat's decisions, Harry could hear Ron's stomach grumbling loudly.//
"Wood, Avilla," Professor McGonagall called.
"Ravenclaw," the Sorting Hat called, almost immediately. Harry couldn't help noticing that she was the same familiar girl from earlier. As he watched her speak with her friends, it suddenly dawned upon her why her accent was so familiar. She had Oliver Wood's accent! The realization faded away as "Zeller, Rose" was sorted into Hufflepuff, and he began to eat, all thoughts of Oliver and Avilla Wood pushed out.
***
And Harry Potter did not notice that a curious pair of gray eyes flicked to an empty spot at the Gryffindor table briefly at the end-of-term feast, before the owner of the eyes shrugged and turned to talk to Cho Chang, who was very kind to First Years, being one of the few Sixth Years who deigned to talk to them.
To be continued ...
DO NOT READ THE NEXT CHAPTER UNLESS IT SAYS *In the Process of Revision* ON IT.