Of course I don't owe Harry Potter or any other ideas from J.K. Rowling
Chapter 1: Boarding
So, that's it. There's no way back from now. No longer hiding, no longer pretending I'm not who I am. But stop, that's not true. I'm still not allowed to use my surname, I still have to use the maiden-name from my mother. Oh how I hate it! And why? Just because there's an sick, totally crazy wizard outside who calls himself Lord Voldemort instead of Tom Riddle.
If he get wind about my existence my parents will be in great danger. Mostly my Dad.
Where's the picture from him? Ahh, found it. It's the last picture I have were we're all together. Dad is smiling joyfully at Mum and me, we're just a happy little family. When they took the picture I was 6 years old. Around a year later Dad told us we had to hide because "the Dark Lord" was getting stronger. I didn't understand him this time. But when he couldn't come to my 7th birthday because of "him" I started to ask questions. Mum is a muggle, so she could only tell me what Dad had explained to her. A few days later Dad popped in to say goodbye. He told us it was no longer save and promised me to watch my sorting ceremony when I come to Hogwarts but that we couldn't met until then. And maybe then we're not able to talk privately.
Depends on the Potter-boy, that's what he said. Since this day I hoped that Harry Potter would kill Voldemort soon. Unfortunately he wasn't able to do this till now.
Now I'm boarding the Hogwarts-Train, hoping my Dad is able to held his promise.
He never broke a promise he gave to me, but hey, in this times you never know do you?
The train is crowed, it's hard to find a place to sit. But finally I managed to get an empty apartment. It wasn't for long. A red-haired boy stepped in and plopped down on a seat, not recognizing me. A raven-haired boy and a ginger-haired girl followed him. The girl watched around. "Hello, I'm Hermione Granger." "I'm Laura Huntington", I answered. The two boys looked stunned. "What? Never seen a first year?" I tried to sound funny.
"Uhm, sorry, haven't seen you before. I'm Ron Weasley", the redhead answered. The other boy responded: "I'm Harry, Harry Potter.""And I'm Ginny Weasley, nice to meet you", another redhead said from the doorstep.
So I finally met the famous Harry Potter, I thought to myself. "How is it at Hogwarts?" I was curious to know everything about it.
Talking, sleeping and eating some chocolate we had a nice train ride. Finally they said: "Well, if you've luck you'll be sorted into Gryffindor, you have the heart for it." "We'll see." I wasn't so sure about the sorting thing. "What when I get sorted into another house?" "Doesn't matter as long as your not in Slytherin."