Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I only own the
characters I make up.
As the summer went by, Harry thought about one thing: Hogwarts.
On the 31st of July (Harry's Birthday) there was a knock on the Dursley's front door. Harry opened it to see who it was.
A girl was standing there. She was a few inches shorter than him, though she looked the same age. She had long, blond, almost white, hair in tight Shirley Temple ringlets.
"Hi. Is Mrs. Dursley there?" she asked. She had an accent, an American accent.
Aunt Petunia walked into the room saying, "Come in the living room and make it quick." She was using the same voice she used when she talked about the wizarding world. Harry quietly sat on the stairs and listened.
All he heard were the words Dumbledore, Hogwarts, and Harry. I must have heard wrong, he thought. Even after the girl left Harry couldn't stop thinking about her.
Harry hadn't heard from Rom all summer so Uncle Vernon offered to drive Harry to the train station (Uncle Vernon had been scared stiff ever since Lupin and Mad-eye Moody had confronted him.)
Ron and Hermione were waiting for Harry at Platform Nine and Three- Quarters.
"Harry! You made it! Oh, how we've missed you." Hermione stated as she gave Harry a hug.
"Nice to see you again, Harry. Let's get a seat on the train before they all fill up." Ron led the way.
After they had wandered around the train, Hermione threw her arms up in the air and exclaimed, "You were right, Ron. None of the compartments are empty."
"Did you try this one?" Harry asked as he slid open the door.
Sitting across from each other were Draco Malfoy and the girl who came to the Dursley's house that summer. Harry stood in the doorway gaping.
The girl was smiling but Draco Malfoy looked disgusted. He muttered "Bye" as he slid passed Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"You guys can sit down if you want." The girl said as she slid her books off the seat next to her. Hermione filled that seat while Ron and Harry sat across.
"I'm Hermione, that's Harry, and that's Ron." When his name was mentioned, Harry weakly smiled and slightly raised his hand.
The girl responded by saying, "I'm Sophie."
"What year are you?" Hermione was curios about this girl and so was Harry.
"6th year, Gryffindor House." The conversation was like a see-saw with Hermione and Sophie on the ends.
"That's funny." Hermione had lowered her voice to a whisper. "Harry, Ron, and I are 6th years and in Gryffindor House too and.well.I never noticed you before."
As the summer went by, Harry thought about one thing: Hogwarts.
On the 31st of July (Harry's Birthday) there was a knock on the Dursley's front door. Harry opened it to see who it was.
A girl was standing there. She was a few inches shorter than him, though she looked the same age. She had long, blond, almost white, hair in tight Shirley Temple ringlets.
"Hi. Is Mrs. Dursley there?" she asked. She had an accent, an American accent.
Aunt Petunia walked into the room saying, "Come in the living room and make it quick." She was using the same voice she used when she talked about the wizarding world. Harry quietly sat on the stairs and listened.
All he heard were the words Dumbledore, Hogwarts, and Harry. I must have heard wrong, he thought. Even after the girl left Harry couldn't stop thinking about her.
Harry hadn't heard from Rom all summer so Uncle Vernon offered to drive Harry to the train station (Uncle Vernon had been scared stiff ever since Lupin and Mad-eye Moody had confronted him.)
Ron and Hermione were waiting for Harry at Platform Nine and Three- Quarters.
"Harry! You made it! Oh, how we've missed you." Hermione stated as she gave Harry a hug.
"Nice to see you again, Harry. Let's get a seat on the train before they all fill up." Ron led the way.
After they had wandered around the train, Hermione threw her arms up in the air and exclaimed, "You were right, Ron. None of the compartments are empty."
"Did you try this one?" Harry asked as he slid open the door.
Sitting across from each other were Draco Malfoy and the girl who came to the Dursley's house that summer. Harry stood in the doorway gaping.
The girl was smiling but Draco Malfoy looked disgusted. He muttered "Bye" as he slid passed Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"You guys can sit down if you want." The girl said as she slid her books off the seat next to her. Hermione filled that seat while Ron and Harry sat across.
"I'm Hermione, that's Harry, and that's Ron." When his name was mentioned, Harry weakly smiled and slightly raised his hand.
The girl responded by saying, "I'm Sophie."
"What year are you?" Hermione was curios about this girl and so was Harry.
"6th year, Gryffindor House." The conversation was like a see-saw with Hermione and Sophie on the ends.
"That's funny." Hermione had lowered her voice to a whisper. "Harry, Ron, and I are 6th years and in Gryffindor House too and.well.I never noticed you before."