A/N: This story takes place during Goblet of Fire, so it's the golden trio's fourth year.
Disclaimer: It with deepest regret that I have to anounce, I do not own Harry Potter and that it was done by none other then the genius J.K. Rowling. I do though own Bridgit Robinson and the plot.
Chapter One
Bridgit's P.O.V.
"Miss Robinson! That's the boys lavatory!" I looked up at the sign on the door and blushed. It was the boys lavatory. I turned and rushed over to Professor McGonagoll, who was watching me with a mixture of amuesment and dissaprovel. "Sorry Professor, I didn't see the sign." My cheeks were beat red. Professor McGonagoll just nodded and continued to lead me through the school giving me a tour. I was joining a little late. My first year at Hogwarts would be fourth year for any of other 14 year olds, I had been homeschooled in Canada by my mother and father. It had taken all summer to convince them to let me go to Hogwarts. I had even secretly written Professor Dumbledore to see if he could help me convince them, and he had risen to the occasion enthusiastically. He had shown up at my house and spent a few hours in the living room talking to my parents. My parents finally agreed to let me come right after he left. Best day of my life. So far.
"Okay Bridgit I think you've seen everything you need, the feast is starting and you still need to be sorted so come along." I nodded and followed her. That's when the nerves started to affect me, I was excited of course to finally be around other wizards and witches my age, but I was also afraid that they wouldn't accept me. They have plenty of reasons not to, I'm from a different country, I'm starting in fourth year, I don't know anyone here, I'm starting a week into the year and my being different from the rest of them doesn't help.
I shook my head clearing it from those troublesome thoughts and followed McGonagoll to the Great Hall. She opened the large doors for me and led me in right as Dumbledore was saying "This year we have a new student, but rather then being in first year she will be joining in fourth. Her name is Bridgit Robinson, and she is 14 like all other fourth years, but she's from Canada, I expect you all to treat her just like any other student." I blushed as everyone in the hall turned to look at me in interest. Trying my hardest not to stumble I walked up to the stool sitting in front of the teacher's table, with a hat on it. Every set of eyes in the hall followed me. McGonagoll stood next to me and lifted the hat so I could sit down. She placed the hat on me and I jumped when I heard a voice in my ears. A few chuckles went through the hall at my response. 'Ah, a new student, hmm intelligent mind, and powerful, very powerful, there's bravery, yet also a fair amount of cunning. Your difficult but I know just where to put you." I sat there nervously as it spoke in my mind. Then loudly it yelled "Gryffindor!" I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled then took the hat off my head and made my way to the far left table. The whole table was clapping when I sat down.
Fred's P.O.V.
I watched as Bridgit sat down. She was blushing, turning her sunkissed skin a light pink. She looked embarrased that everyone was looking at her but, little-did-she-know we were all staring at her because she was so beautiful. Her long wavy auburn hair fell to her waist, her large round eyes were a soft honey brown. She looked taller then most the girls in her year, her legs were definitley longer and her slight curves accentuated her small bottom. But my favourite part were her lips, they were full and pink, they looked so soft I just wanted to stand up and kiss her right in the middle of dinner. Wait! Fred what are you thinking, you don't even know the girl and she's younger, you can't be thinking about kissing her.
A sharp elbow to my stomach shook me from my thoughts and I looked, annoyed, over at my brother George. "What, was that for?" I asked angrily. He smirked "You were staring." I blinked. Oops. I hadn't meant to stare at her. I looked over at him quickly "Do you think she saw?" I asked anxiously. He laughed at my expression but shook his head.
The rest of dinner I tried my hardest not to stare at Bridgit, but the image of her ran through my head over and over again. Her smile after she was announced a Gryffindor, her hair bouncing lightly behind her as she walked up to the stool. And then my imagination took over and I started picturing myself running my hands through her hair, holding her hand,wrapping my arms around her small waist, kissing those li- "Fred!" I jumped at Rons voice and looked at him. He was staring at me, amuesment all over his face. "What?" I asked him, almost angrily. He had interrupted my day dream. "I was trying to introduce you to Bridgit."
Bridgit's P.O.V.
I smiled at the red haired boy that Ron said was his brother Fred, he was very cute. "Hello, I'm Bridgit." I said still smiling and sticking out my hand for him to shake. He blushed and took my hand shaking it briefly then dropping it. "Hi, I'm Fred, but I'm guessing Ronnie boy here told you." he responded in a heavy accent, giggling quietly I nodded, while Ron glared indigantly at his brother "My name is not Ronnie boy." he said heatedly. Fred just shrugged and smiled at me. "Fred's a sexy name." I blurted out then covered my mouth. Why did I just do that? Gosh I'm so stupid around cute boys. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stup-he's smiling at me!
"Hey, Bridgit, what's Canada like?" I turned to Harry's voice, relieved for the reason to not look at Fred, and shrugged. "Well, it's..um... I don't know. Where I came from there was lots of mountains." I offered pathetically. While sniffing my drink. I turned to Hermione "Uh, what is this?" I asked gesturing to my drink whilst making a face at the smell. She laughed and told me that it's called Pumpkin Juice.
I had met Harry, Ron and Hermione the second I sat down. They had been nicer then I expected anyone to be right away. Not that I'm complaining. The boys seemed to be interested in where I came from, where as Hermione more wanted to know about what I learned while being Homeschooled. I found myself talking and laughing with them right away, it was nice to finally make some friends.
Later that night we were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, while a few of the other fourth years filled me in about their classes and teachers. "Snape, is the potions master, you'll wanna stay away from him. Nasty bloke he is." Ron was telling me, while Hermione, Harry and a boy I'd just met named Neville all nodded their heads.
Just as I was about to stand up and head to bed. I looked over into the corner and saw Rons older brothers, sitting in the corner. Their names were Fred and...George. Yeah that's it. Fred looked over at me and caught me looking so I smiled then blushed and looked away quickly bidding everyone good night then heading upstairs.
Laying down on my bed and closing my eyes, I went over the days events in my head, smiling all the while. It had been a great day. So much had happened and I finally got to join the school I had been dreaming about since I found out I was a witch. I was excited to start classes tomorrow, and somehow I knew that tomorrow would be even better then today.
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