Warmth Beneath Cold Eyes
Summary: A new girl comes to Hogwarts from America in the beginning of their 5th year, and develops a crush. Will it ever become anything? Will he like her back?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the original characters. I do however, own the girl Chelsea. Rated PG-13 for language issues I may have later in the story.
A/N: I really hope you like the story! This is the first Harry Potter fic I have done so far. My past stories are from Lizzie McGuire.
Chapter 1 The Platform and Train
Staring at the platform, I suddenly became self-conscious. What the hell was I supposed to do? I kept staring at the brick wall. Right smack dab in the middle of platforms 9 and 10.
Am I just supposed to stand here and wait? Footsteps. I turn around, and see an entire red-haired family; followed along by an odd looking boy with messy hair and a lightening bolt scar on his forehead. In the family were three boys, a girl, and their parents. The two oldest boys were obviously twins, and the younger boy looked about my age. The young girl looked nervous and stared at the scar-boy a lot. The younger boy and the scar-kid were walking there, chatting.
"Umm.hello?" I said to the younger boy. He was kind of cute. "Are you a Hogwarts student?" You better be or I am going to look like an idiot, I thought.
"Uh-Yeah! I'm Ron. Ron Weasley!" He grabbed the scar-kid and pulled him over. "And this is Harry. Harry Potter!" He looked like he expected me to get excited over this boy I didn't know. I just stared.
"Ok, cool. I'm Chelsea. Chelsea Cole. I'm new, sort of. I got transferred from America." I looked around at all the busy people. A lot like home, I thought.
"Hurry up kids! The train will be leaving soon! Everyone, onto the platform!" Ron's mother yelled.
"Umm.How do we do that?" I asked. It seemed very confusing. There was no platform 9 and ¾. "That wall looks very.umm.hard."
"Oh, it's ok. I had the same trouble when I first went to Hogwarts." Harry said when he looked at the platform. "All you have to do is walk in between the platform. Here, watch Ginny."
I watched as amazingly the young girl took her cart filled with her things, and started running at the wall. Just as she was hitting the wall, I winced and shut my eyes, and when I opened them, expecting to see a hurt girl and broken wood and glass, she was gone.
"Wh-Where'd she go?" I was amazed. Se was gone. Gone through the wall.
"Come on! Grab your stuff!" Ron grabbed me while I was holding onto my cart, and pushed me toward the wall. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I saw a sign that read, "9 and ¾."
"Phew." I sighed. I looked around and saw a huge assortment of people in long robes, and they were all getting on the train. Before I knew it, I was accompanied by Ron and Harry.
"You guys go ahead. I'll be there in a minute." As long as I was out here, I was going to people watch. It was what I did best. I watched as Harry and Ron boarded the train. I looked around. Then I saw a girl with big, fluffy hair. Weird, I thought to myself.
The next person I saw made me catch my breath. Standing there, with two huge guys who looked like giants, was the cutest guy I had ever seen.
Tall, blonde, and extremely pale. He looked like he had never seen the sun before. Like a vampire: dark, and mysterious. Except he wasn't dark. Maybe the correct term would be cold, and mysterious.
He caught me staring at him, and I turned away. I took my stuff and hopped onto the train. A slight blush swept onto my cheeks when I thought of him. But inside I was silently scolding myself. I didn't even know the guy, and I already wanted to get to know him a lot better. Something in his eyes; they almost told me a story. Stories of hurt and almost pain. Nah, now I'm being stupid.
I slowly looked around, trying to find a place to sit. I could see Harry and Ron down the hall, but I didn't feel like sitting with them. I walked down the hall, searching for a seat. All the seats were taken. I kept looking, but I couldn't find a place to sit. I walked with my things, and tripped over myself, slowly making my way to the ground. I closed my eyes, but instead of feeling the ground hit me hard, someone caught me.
I looked up, and was amazed by what I saw.
A/N: I hope it was a good cliffhanger! Ok, everybody, say it with me, "The purple review button is my friend. I will review this story!" I'm not going to write anymore until I get at least 2-3 reviews. So PLEASE review! You will NOT regret it!
-Chelsea
Summary: A new girl comes to Hogwarts from America in the beginning of their 5th year, and develops a crush. Will it ever become anything? Will he like her back?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the original characters. I do however, own the girl Chelsea. Rated PG-13 for language issues I may have later in the story.
A/N: I really hope you like the story! This is the first Harry Potter fic I have done so far. My past stories are from Lizzie McGuire.
Chapter 1 The Platform and Train
Staring at the platform, I suddenly became self-conscious. What the hell was I supposed to do? I kept staring at the brick wall. Right smack dab in the middle of platforms 9 and 10.
Am I just supposed to stand here and wait? Footsteps. I turn around, and see an entire red-haired family; followed along by an odd looking boy with messy hair and a lightening bolt scar on his forehead. In the family were three boys, a girl, and their parents. The two oldest boys were obviously twins, and the younger boy looked about my age. The young girl looked nervous and stared at the scar-boy a lot. The younger boy and the scar-kid were walking there, chatting.
"Umm.hello?" I said to the younger boy. He was kind of cute. "Are you a Hogwarts student?" You better be or I am going to look like an idiot, I thought.
"Uh-Yeah! I'm Ron. Ron Weasley!" He grabbed the scar-kid and pulled him over. "And this is Harry. Harry Potter!" He looked like he expected me to get excited over this boy I didn't know. I just stared.
"Ok, cool. I'm Chelsea. Chelsea Cole. I'm new, sort of. I got transferred from America." I looked around at all the busy people. A lot like home, I thought.
"Hurry up kids! The train will be leaving soon! Everyone, onto the platform!" Ron's mother yelled.
"Umm.How do we do that?" I asked. It seemed very confusing. There was no platform 9 and ¾. "That wall looks very.umm.hard."
"Oh, it's ok. I had the same trouble when I first went to Hogwarts." Harry said when he looked at the platform. "All you have to do is walk in between the platform. Here, watch Ginny."
I watched as amazingly the young girl took her cart filled with her things, and started running at the wall. Just as she was hitting the wall, I winced and shut my eyes, and when I opened them, expecting to see a hurt girl and broken wood and glass, she was gone.
"Wh-Where'd she go?" I was amazed. Se was gone. Gone through the wall.
"Come on! Grab your stuff!" Ron grabbed me while I was holding onto my cart, and pushed me toward the wall. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I saw a sign that read, "9 and ¾."
"Phew." I sighed. I looked around and saw a huge assortment of people in long robes, and they were all getting on the train. Before I knew it, I was accompanied by Ron and Harry.
"You guys go ahead. I'll be there in a minute." As long as I was out here, I was going to people watch. It was what I did best. I watched as Harry and Ron boarded the train. I looked around. Then I saw a girl with big, fluffy hair. Weird, I thought to myself.
The next person I saw made me catch my breath. Standing there, with two huge guys who looked like giants, was the cutest guy I had ever seen.
Tall, blonde, and extremely pale. He looked like he had never seen the sun before. Like a vampire: dark, and mysterious. Except he wasn't dark. Maybe the correct term would be cold, and mysterious.
He caught me staring at him, and I turned away. I took my stuff and hopped onto the train. A slight blush swept onto my cheeks when I thought of him. But inside I was silently scolding myself. I didn't even know the guy, and I already wanted to get to know him a lot better. Something in his eyes; they almost told me a story. Stories of hurt and almost pain. Nah, now I'm being stupid.
I slowly looked around, trying to find a place to sit. I could see Harry and Ron down the hall, but I didn't feel like sitting with them. I walked down the hall, searching for a seat. All the seats were taken. I kept looking, but I couldn't find a place to sit. I walked with my things, and tripped over myself, slowly making my way to the ground. I closed my eyes, but instead of feeling the ground hit me hard, someone caught me.
I looked up, and was amazed by what I saw.
A/N: I hope it was a good cliffhanger! Ok, everybody, say it with me, "The purple review button is my friend. I will review this story!" I'm not going to write anymore until I get at least 2-3 reviews. So PLEASE review! You will NOT regret it!
-Chelsea