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J. K.Rowling. Also I wrote this only for my enjoyment only! Thank you!
CHAPTER ONE: THE MYSTERIOUS GIRL
(Voldemort's Liar)
"My Lord, what if this doesn't work? What if all this training and brain…"
" Insolent fool! Of coarse this will work I, the powerful Lord Voldemort, Planned this evil plan!"
"But. . .Harry, , ,"
"If the powerful Lord thinks it's right, it's right!"
" Thank you, Luscious, but with this beautiful and clever girl, it will never fail!"
(Hogwats Train)
"I'm telling you, Sirus is coming back to Hogwarts!" Hermione whispered urgently.
"Why?" Ron was very interested.
"Professor Dumbledore thinks that Voldemort will try to come and kill me," a voice said in the door compartment of the train.
"God, Harry! Don't scare me like that," Ron said with an angry look upon his face.
"Why. . .you guys weren't kissing or anything. . .were you?" Harry asked with a sneer.
"No! What made you think such a thing?" Hermione said with such passion in her voice, that even Harry was startled for a few seconds. But there was a tinge of pink on her cheeks. Harry just casually shrugged.
"You heard already?" Ron asked clearly astonished.
"Sirus wrote to me," Harry said with a smile.
"I heard that all the crew is coming back! Remus, Sirus Annabelle . . .I don't know . . . everyone!" Hermione said with a spark of anticipation in her eyes.
" Don't get TOO excited! I mean, it's not your WEDDING day or anything!" Ron said with a yawn.
" Don't act so smart!"
" I don't need to."
" What do you mean by that? That you're actually smart? HARDLY!"
" Nope, I'm not saying that at all. I'm saying that I don't need to be smart, because you're smart, Hermione."
" Don't try to flatter me! Cause it's not working." Hermione stated with such a stare.
" MAN! I think I'm losing my charm, Harry! I'm positive that when ever the teachers like Remus Lupin pays her a compliment on her academic skills, she blushes. But now when I pay her a compliment she just gives me a death stare. Oh the Horror the stare is blinding me! HELP!" Ron pretended to drown while Hermione kept on staring and Harry was being attacked by a fit of giggles.
" You two stop it! I'm dying over here!" Harry laughed. Then all of a sudden the compartment door slid open.
"Hi, my name's Claire and sorry to be intruding, but it seems that all the other compartments are full. . .so do you mind if I came to lounge with you guys?" a clear, gentle voice asked. All three of their heads shot up surprised.
" Sure!" Hermione said with a smile forming on her face.
" Thank you." Claire took the seat next to the window, which was next to Hermione.
" This is Ron Weasly and this is the famous. . ."
"HARRY POTTER! I'm sorry you must get this all the time, but my friends at my old school talk about you constantly! They even have a picture of you on our dorm wall! Very absurd, I know, but wow! Harry Potter in front of me! It is such a pleasure to meet you."
" Th-Thank you," Harry said with a sheepish grin.
And, of course, I heard about Ronald Weasly," Claire said, a warm smile forming on her face, looking at Ron. Ron blushed uncontrollably.
" The greatest wizard chess player in the whole wizarding world. . . I heard," Ron grew redder if that was even possible.
" And Hermione Granger. . . you must be!" Claire said turning her attention to the bushy brown haired girl. Hermione nodded.
" An intelligent witch that has knowledge beyond her years! You are my role model, you know," she said," Actually you all are!" Claire had her beautiful smile on her face, which could win anyone over.
" And what characteristic do you have which you can boast about?" Hermione asked with warmth in her eyes.
" Well. . . I love to cook . . .I can sew . . .I'm okay at Quidditch . . ." she didn't need to speak any longer for Ron and Harry was asking a flurry of questions.
" What position do you play?"
"What's your team?"
"What kind of a brand of a broom do you own?"
"Have you gone to the National Quidditch Tournament?"
"When will you two stop with your jabbering?" Hermione asked, her hands covering her ears. Claire apparently looked asleep with a small smile on her face.
" Job number one: Befriend Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Accomplished. I better cross it out! Time for Job number two!" Claire thought to herself, her smile getting bigger. . .
J. K.Rowling. Also I wrote this only for my enjoyment only! Thank you!
CHAPTER ONE: THE MYSTERIOUS GIRL
(Voldemort's Liar)
"My Lord, what if this doesn't work? What if all this training and brain…"
" Insolent fool! Of coarse this will work I, the powerful Lord Voldemort, Planned this evil plan!"
"But. . .Harry, , ,"
"If the powerful Lord thinks it's right, it's right!"
" Thank you, Luscious, but with this beautiful and clever girl, it will never fail!"
(Hogwats Train)
"I'm telling you, Sirus is coming back to Hogwarts!" Hermione whispered urgently.
"Why?" Ron was very interested.
"Professor Dumbledore thinks that Voldemort will try to come and kill me," a voice said in the door compartment of the train.
"God, Harry! Don't scare me like that," Ron said with an angry look upon his face.
"Why. . .you guys weren't kissing or anything. . .were you?" Harry asked with a sneer.
"No! What made you think such a thing?" Hermione said with such passion in her voice, that even Harry was startled for a few seconds. But there was a tinge of pink on her cheeks. Harry just casually shrugged.
"You heard already?" Ron asked clearly astonished.
"Sirus wrote to me," Harry said with a smile.
"I heard that all the crew is coming back! Remus, Sirus Annabelle . . .I don't know . . . everyone!" Hermione said with a spark of anticipation in her eyes.
" Don't get TOO excited! I mean, it's not your WEDDING day or anything!" Ron said with a yawn.
" Don't act so smart!"
" I don't need to."
" What do you mean by that? That you're actually smart? HARDLY!"
" Nope, I'm not saying that at all. I'm saying that I don't need to be smart, because you're smart, Hermione."
" Don't try to flatter me! Cause it's not working." Hermione stated with such a stare.
" MAN! I think I'm losing my charm, Harry! I'm positive that when ever the teachers like Remus Lupin pays her a compliment on her academic skills, she blushes. But now when I pay her a compliment she just gives me a death stare. Oh the Horror the stare is blinding me! HELP!" Ron pretended to drown while Hermione kept on staring and Harry was being attacked by a fit of giggles.
" You two stop it! I'm dying over here!" Harry laughed. Then all of a sudden the compartment door slid open.
"Hi, my name's Claire and sorry to be intruding, but it seems that all the other compartments are full. . .so do you mind if I came to lounge with you guys?" a clear, gentle voice asked. All three of their heads shot up surprised.
" Sure!" Hermione said with a smile forming on her face.
" Thank you." Claire took the seat next to the window, which was next to Hermione.
" This is Ron Weasly and this is the famous. . ."
"HARRY POTTER! I'm sorry you must get this all the time, but my friends at my old school talk about you constantly! They even have a picture of you on our dorm wall! Very absurd, I know, but wow! Harry Potter in front of me! It is such a pleasure to meet you."
" Th-Thank you," Harry said with a sheepish grin.
And, of course, I heard about Ronald Weasly," Claire said, a warm smile forming on her face, looking at Ron. Ron blushed uncontrollably.
" The greatest wizard chess player in the whole wizarding world. . . I heard," Ron grew redder if that was even possible.
" And Hermione Granger. . . you must be!" Claire said turning her attention to the bushy brown haired girl. Hermione nodded.
" An intelligent witch that has knowledge beyond her years! You are my role model, you know," she said," Actually you all are!" Claire had her beautiful smile on her face, which could win anyone over.
" And what characteristic do you have which you can boast about?" Hermione asked with warmth in her eyes.
" Well. . . I love to cook . . .I can sew . . .I'm okay at Quidditch . . ." she didn't need to speak any longer for Ron and Harry was asking a flurry of questions.
" What position do you play?"
"What's your team?"
"What kind of a brand of a broom do you own?"
"Have you gone to the National Quidditch Tournament?"
"When will you two stop with your jabbering?" Hermione asked, her hands covering her ears. Claire apparently looked asleep with a small smile on her face.
" Job number one: Befriend Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Accomplished. I better cross it out! Time for Job number two!" Claire thought to herself, her smile getting bigger. . .