hi this is ACertainObsessedFangirl, but from now on you can call me reggie (Pitch Perfect 2 reference right there)
so this is my first ever fic, so any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome.
Prologue:
Harry dreamed of seven teenagers. The first was a black haired boy, tall and muscular. His piercing eyes were seagreen. His smile was mischievous, but had a tinge of sadness to it. The second was a gorgeous blonde haired girl with cold and calculating grey eyes. The third was a Cherokee girl who had choppy brown hair and kaleidoscope eyes. She had a certain feisty look about her that if you so much as spoke to her she would punch you. She was holding hands with a tall blonde boy who had the build of high school football player. His eyes were bright, almost neon, blue eyes. Next to him was a boy with an impish grin, he kind of looked like the type of person you'd avoid leaving alone with a box of fireworks. Next, there was a kind looking African American girl who had amazing gold eyes and frizzy brown hair. Standing awkwardly next to the girl was an Asian boy who looked uncomfortable in his own skin. They all appeared to be wearing either orange or purple camp t-shirts (A/N: I actually own both a camp half blood and camp Jupiter t-shirt!) and jeans.
Harry POV:
I woke up in a cold sweat and looked out the window, whilst pondering my dream. He knew somehow that they were important but he didn't know how. The first boy in the dream seemed to raidiate power and also had a look in his eyes that said 'I've seen shit you wouldn't even begin to imagine'. The blonde girl standing close to him shared that look.
-it's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's a line break!-
Still Harry POV:
I was still a bit confused about last nights dream as I made my way downstairs. I had gotten to the Burrow last night with Ron and Hermione.
when I got to the dining room I saw Ron and Hermione sitting next to each other, talking quietly. I smiled when Hermione slapped Ron on the shoulder.
"Harry! Quick we're about to leave!" Mrs Weasely said as she handed him a bowl of porridge.
Harry quickly ate it and got his bag ready.
As they were walking in the forest to the port key, a man in a wheelchair, who had a beard and brown hair was waiting for them.
"Chiron, I assume?" Mr Weasely asked the man.
"Indeed Mr Weasely" said the man with a distinct American accent. "I presume you are the hosts for the exchange students?"
"Yes. Dumbledore told me about them coming"
"Who are you talking about, Dad?" Ron interrupted from beside me.
"I'll explain it when we get to Grimmauld Place" replied Mrs Weasely for her husband.
"Ok everyone" Mrs Weasely says, "let's get going"
I looked back at where the man was, but no one was there.
We trudged on in silence.