Authors Note: Ok i'm really nervous about this because it's my first fanfic but let's give it a shot eh? I don't know where this is going, it all started out as a daydream so any ideas would be appreciated. At risk of sounding rude or whatever I'll point out now that this story was written by me for me so if you don't like it then I don't mind just try not to be mean about it ok? I welcome reviews and constructive criticism but I'll point out now that I will not be answering every review at the start of every chapter because quite frankly I'm lazy :P Also my updates will be all over the show because there may be times when I update every day and then sometimes where I leave it for months on end, but I will try and complete it eventually. I don't really know what else to say, so I'll let you read it and hopefully enjoy it :D
P.S Yes my title is Hermione's song in avps (which along with avpm and any starkid production is totally awesome btw) You may pick up a few references along the way that I couldn't help but throw in :)
And finally Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, Sirius Black would be real and I would be marrying him by now. Sadly he's not and I'm not so please don't sue me. I've only just got my birthday money. Amy Eastwood is mine though.
The Coolest Girl
I just stood there and stared. This was amazing. This was platform nine and three quarters. It was so surreal. There were families saying goodbye, friends meeting up and the Hogwarts express billowing steam over everyone. Oh. My. God. The Hogwarts express. This wasn't a dream. I really was going to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was a Witch. That. Was. So. Totally. Awesome.
My family were muggles so they'd already said goodbye to me on the other side of the barrier. As I dragged my trunk through the crowd, towards the train, I realised there was absolutely no-one I knew here. I was alone. All alone. No, I thought to myself, that's a good thing. I have a chance to re-invent myself, to be cool. Yeah, I grinned proudly, I'll be cool. And then I tripped over my trunk.
I caught myself just in time. "Epic fail" I muttered to myself "I hope no-one saw."
"Do you need help with that?" Damn. I looked up and saw a very cute boy (Hey! I may be 11 but I've still got feelings!) with jet black messy hair and hazel eyes with glasses leaning down from the train. "Oh er yeah sure." I answered nervously. Dammit Amy, be cool I said. Cool, not a nervous wreck. Once he'd lifted my trunk onto the train like a gentleman he helped me up too. Like an idiot I blushed insanely. He grinned and stuck out his hand. "I'm James Potter."
"A-Amy Eastwood." I replied a little shakily. I silently cursed myself. So much for re-invention. "Well it's been lovely meeting you Miss Eastwood" (I blushed again) "but I should be off." He grinned again and strolled off, casually dragging his trunk behind him.
I stood there for a few minutes unsure of what to do. Of course he has somewhere to go; he's probably got loads of friends already! Sighing I turned round and had just bent over to pick up my trunk when I heard a voice behind me. "Actually can I sit with you? I'm a first year and I don't know anyone and I only walked off to look cool and popular and…" He trailed off, looking sheepish. I smiled. Maybe I would make friends here after all.
James and I found a compartment and he realised I was muggleborn and so decided to tell me everything he knew about Hogwarts. When he realised I hadn't heard of Quidditch he immediately burst into a detailed explanation of the game and was just explaining the job of the seeker when another boy burst into our compartment.
My jaw dropped. If I had thought James was cute… well that must make this kid a bloody god. He was tall for an 11year old with shaggy black hair that fell into his silvery grey eyes. There was just something about him that just screamed HOT. He said "Can I sit with you guys?" I quickly shut my mouth and nodded, still staring at him. James eagerly grinned "Yeah totally. I'm James Potter and this is Amy Eastwood." He pointed to me. The boy nodded without really looking at me and just said "Sirius." He didn't tell us his surname and I was too shy to ask. As James and Sirius started chatting about houses and realised how much they have in common. I sighed and stared out of the window. Of course this new kid was much more interesting than I was. I watched the scenery for a bit and after a while I fell asleep.
I suppose I should use this time to tell you about myself. Well my name is Amy Eastwood and I am 11 years old but I guess you already knew that. I'm tiny and have shoulder length dark brown hair that is way too thick and bushy to control. My eyes are dark brown too and I have red and black glasses. All in all I'm pretty average. Average and boring. I'm the only witch in my family and I have a brother, a sister, a step-brother and a step-sister who are all older than me. As you've probably guessed I'm quite shy and quiet though I'd love to be the loud and tough one. I can angry quite easily but I just keep it bottled inside because I'm scared of people might say. I've never had a very exciting life, the only interesting thing was finding out I'm a witch and where I'm going that's nothing. I don't think I'm very interesting to be around.