It all realistically started in his fifth year

CHAPTER 1

It all realistically started in his fifth year. I was in my fourth. We were in the same compartment together in the train heading towards Hogwarts. as the train ride went along, I constantly peaked over the top(or bottom depending on how you look at it) of my most recent quibbler issue to steal some glances at the boys across from me. one was an awkward boy with slightly wavy hair. he had Somewhat dark eyes, and a quirky, nervous smile, and the other had slightly messy hair with green eyes and was very squirrelly. I think it had something to do with all the nasty looks people were throwing at him. It was very hard for me not to look at them, but it wasn't because of their looks that first attracted me to them. What I couldn't help noticing was that they didn't stare at me like most people did. they looked at me, sure, but like a real person.

"hello," I said, " I'm Luna Lovegood."

"hi" said the boy with dark eyes, " I'm Neville Longbottom." Ah, so this was the Longbottom boy. He was from the Gryffindor house. I had heard plenty about him and his parents. Apparently, his parents suffered under the cruciatus curse and had been driven insane by the pain of it all. It was quite a pity that would have to happen to anyone, but I was nonetheless sitting across the way from the other boy whose parents had died by the hand of Voldemort: Harry Potter. All I had heard about him was that he was the boy who lived, and had survived close encounters with Voldemort many times in his life. he was now known to people as a liar and a threat to the ministry of magic. I just knew all the regular things other people knew, but I didn't know either of these two boys as a personal friend might know them. As if on cue, Harry started to speak: "hi, I'm-"

" I know who you are" I interrupted, " you're Harry Potter,"

" yes," he said, obviously waiting for the judgment, " yes I am."

" I've heard a great deal about you. They say you and Dumbledore are strategizing a conspiracy against the ministry of magic. It's very nice to meet you." I said, looking at him intently. Obviously what I said had unnerved him. He started fidgeting even more; so much I thought that the trunks placed above our seats were going to tumble down and hit us on the heads.

" it's okay, you know, what they say about you and Dumbledore building a conspiracy against the ministry. If it's true, which I highly doubt, I wouldn't mind."

" you wouldn't?" Harry asked, clearly troubled.

" no," I said, then leaned in closer to make sure no one would hear me but him and Neville, "I'm still upset that they didn't let us know about the nargle invasion a few months ago."

" the what?" he said, with an even more oblivious expression across his face.

" nargles," I repeated, " they were studying a handful of them in the ministry and then they started to breed out of control and got out of the building unnoticed. Now they are all over the united kingdom and some have made their way into France."

" nice to know," he said, not sure how to respond to this enlightening piece of news.

When we got off the train and into the carriages pulled by the thestrals, the Potter boy started freaking out as if he had gone mad. He was a very giddy type of person. "Don't worry," I reassured him, " you're not going insane. They are really there. They won't hurt you." He was calmed down a little after hearing this piece of information but not by much. It was obvious he thought I was mad like everyone else did. though he was a sharp moving character I was drawn in by his hypnotizing green eyes. You can always tell a lot by a person's eyes. They tell a person's story. His was filled with pain, heartache, and fear, but there was something else, something hidden that seemed like it wasn't willing to come out of the shadows. He caught me staring at him so I ducked behind the issue of The Quibbler that I was in all honesty not reading.

I decided to change my train of thought to the Longbottom boy. I looked into his eyes and saw mostly warmth, but suffering on his part as well. It wasn't the same as the potter boy, but there was a sense of looking at the joys in life in his eyes I couldn't find in the Potter boy's eyes. In prevention of getting caught by this boy as well, I ducked behind the tabloid in my hand once again and turned my mind to the great feast that was to fill my empty stomach soon.