Harry Potter and the Girl Named Jane
Harry heard an intense rapping noise at the door. He didn't need to ask to know that it was his Aunt Petunia. "Harry! Your friends are here!" she shrieked.
Harry scowled. Then he got up and he got dressed, grabbing his trunk and his owl. He went downstairs and into the driveway and he saw a car there. "Hi Mister Weasley!" he said.
"Hi Harry!"
He went in the backseat and saw that Hermione and Ron were whispering to each other. When they saw Harry entered the car, they both got quiet and looked ahead of themselves.
Hermione was a girl with bushy brown hair, and she used to have buck teeth but then she got them fixed. She also had brown eyes. Ron had red hair and blue eyes, and was really tall. Harry liked his friends. Harry fixed his glasses on his nose. "Hey guys what's up," he said.
"Nothing," they both said.
Then they drove to King's Cross Station.
Hermione and Ron, because they were prefect, had to get on the train earlier than Harry, and go into a different compartment. As Harry made sure everything was in his cart and Hedwig was okay, he turned and he saw a girl.
The girl was pretty. She had long straight, black hair that fell past her shoulder blades. She was tall and thin, but not too-thin. She had nice curves. Her eyes were dark, and her skin was pale, but not in a sickly way. He smiled when he looked at her, and noticed that she had a snowy-white owl, like his, in a cage in her basket. What was weird was that she looked around his age, but he'd never seen her before.
She looked at him, and he felt his heart hit his chest really hard. She walked over to him, pushing her cart. "Um yeah this might sound weird but do you know where Platform 9 ¾ is at? I asked someone but they thought I was stupid and laughed."
"I know how to get there. Follow me, and don't' be nervous."
He ran through the wall. A second later, she joined him.
"Wow thanks!" she said.
Harry looked her over, and although he'd never seen her before, he thought she looked familiar. "How come I haven't seen you before?"
She shrugged. "My grandpa home taught me. He doesn't really like you, but I do. Well I've only just met you, but you seem nice."
"Oh how come he doesn't like me?"
"Um I don't know he just doesn't maybe we should get on the train now."
They got on the train and he invited her to join him. They both sat across from each other. "So you know who I am then?" he asked, remembering that she said her grandpa hated him for some reason he didn't know. Not that he cared, but really, almost everybody loved him because he was famous and all.
"Yeah, you're Harry Potter. I recognized your star. You have your mother's eyes."
Before Harry could ask her how he knew about his mother, someone came into the compartment without asking. It was Draco.
"Ooh, who's this you got in here? A girlfriend? Let's see her then."
"Hi, Draco," she said, turning a glare to him, her dark, black eyes flashing dangerously.
Draco blinked, then ran his hand through his slick, blonde hair. "Hey, you. What are you doing here with Potter? You're a bit above him, don't you think? You should come sit with us."
"Um . . . I see you all the time, Draco. I've never even met Harry."
"Yeah, but--"
"I said no, do you really want to piss me off?"
The two of them glared at each other, and somehow, Draco came to an understanding Harry missed. He nodded once, then backed out of the compartment.
They looked at each other. When their eyes met, Harry felt a sharp pain in his scar, btu thoguth nothing of it. "So you know my name, what's yours, then?"
She smiled at him. "Jane Riddle."
A/N--this is my first fanfic, but I proofread it so i think I caught all my typos so if you catch any I'm sorry that's my fault! Anyway, please don't flame me--constructive criticism is nice, and so are good reviews!