I switch point of views a lot, so just so you're not confused I say who's POV it is before the chapter.
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---Hermione's POV---
After checking and double checking her room several times to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, Hermione Granger ran down stairs o her house and her parents drove her to kings cross train station, where they both hugged and kissed her good-bye.
Hermione quickly spotted Ron Weasley, one of her best friends. "Oy, Ron!" Hermione said, waving enthusiastically and running up to him.
Once she reached him, the first thing she noticed was the absence of Harry. "Where's Harry?" she asked. Ron shrugged.
"Hello to you, too" he said jokingly. Hermione suppressed a giggle.
"Well, we'll meet him on the train, I guess", Hermione said, walking purposefully towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten, she glanced around to make sure no muggles were watching and broke in to a dead run towards the barrier until she passed through it.
Hermione grinned at the sight of the scarlet steam engine, the Hogwarts Express, then turned around to see Ron coming through the barrier.
They went on to the train and looked for a compartment to sit in before they were all full.
It was ten fifty-nine, if Harry didn't show up soon he was going to miss the train. Hermione's thoughts drifted to their second year at Hogwarts when Ron and Harry had missed the train and flown illegally to Hogwarts in an enchanted car of Mr. Wesley's.
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Just as Hermione was starting to get worried, Harry came in, panting.
"What happened to you, mate?" Said Ron, attempting, and failing to suppress a grin.
"The Dursley's wouldn't let me go!" He said in a disbelieving tone.
"I told them I'd hex them if they didn't let me go, considering that they decided they didn't want me going after we got here." he paused, debating whether to say the next part in front of Hermione or not. He decided that it was safe for she was in a good mood. He cleared his throat, "Er... I figured the flying bat bogey curse on Dudley wasn't that bad." He paused and looked at Hermione's death glare. "Don't worry, no muggles saw it apart from the Dursleys, and I threw the counter curse over my shoulder as I left" He added.
"Actually", Hermione said "I was going to say they deserved it, but not in public!"
"Relax, nobody saw!"
They bickered for a while until the food cart came, then the trio started chatting about who their new Defense against the Dark arts teacher would be.
"Oooooh! look! it's Potty and the Weasel! and they brought their little friend along, Mudblood Granger." Harry clenched his fists, but Hermione held him back.
"And look who we have here!" Ron shot back. "Malfoy: The amazing bouncing ferret!" Malfoy blushed a very deep shade of red, Hermione couldn't help but laugh; in fourth year, Their Defense against the dark arts teacher had turned Draco Malfoy in to a Ferret for attacking Harry while he wasn't looking.
Malfoy reached into his robes for his wand, but Harry was much too quick for him, he pulled out his wand and yelled "Expelliarmus!" Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand and landed on the floor in front of Hermione, who picked it up as Malfoy lew backwards, but he quickly scrambled to his feet.
Goyle went to punch her but she ducked, then having no time to pull out her own wand, she took Malfoy's and screamed "Impendimenta!" Goyle flew back and slammed hard out of the door and into the wall of the next compartment, unconscious, Hermione, Ron and Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Nice one!" Harry and Ron both chimed together.
Hermione gave Malfoy's wand back and said in a very dignified tone "Haven't your parents taught you and those two gits never to hit a girl!?" She paused and gave them a McGonagall look. "Now, OUT! Or I'll give you what you deserve!"
Crabbe and Malfoy stalked out of the compartment with a last sneer and Ron and Harry started going into Hysterical fits of laughter.
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---Harry's POV---
Hermione and Harry were Head Boy and girl this year, much to Ron's annoyance, considering he had been a prefect in fifth and sixth year, but he tried not to bring up the conversation.
As the trio walked into the Great Hall, they noticed that something was different. Everything and everyone looked the same, aside from a new Deense Against The Dark Arts teacher, who didn't look very familiar. But then, Harry noticed a girl at the end of the Gryffindor table. She seemed very alone, and he didn't recognize her. She was definitely older, probably about Harry's age.
Harry nudged Ron. "Who's that girl?", he said, glancing pointedly at the unfamiliar girl.
"Dunno" Ron replied simply, then whispered something to Hermione - presumably asking her who the new girl was - who shrugged.
Harry decided to introduce himself to the new comer. Maybe she would be very nice. He walked up to her. The girl had shoulder-length, blonde hair, and hazel eyes.
"Er... hello...er...my name's Harry - Harry Potter" The girl abruptly looked up, seemingly snapping out of a trance.
"I know" She said flatly.
Harry was taken aback. On second thought, maybe she's not so nice, Harry mused. She sure seems grumpy.
The girl saw the look on Harry's face and seemingly realized how rude she just was. "Oh - Sorry" She apologized with sincerity. Harry realized that she had an American accent.
"I-I wasn't paying attention, I mean, I'm not in a good mood. Long trip, you know." There was an awkward silence, then
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"Oh yea, My name is Jasmine LaBelle. Hello Harry Harry Potter." They both laughed at this.
"Would you like to sit with my friends and I?" Harry asked carefully, hoping she wouldn't snap at him, but her face relaxed.
"Sure."
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---Jasmine's POV---
Jasmine made quick friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. This is going to be easier than I thought, she thought distractedly. I wonder what house I would have been in had I actually been properly sorted? Dumbledore told me to keep that to myself, though.
Dumbledore introduced Jasmine to the rest of the school: Jasmine hated to stand up in front of all those people, but she didn't have to for long, for people got quickly distracted by their own conversations.
A lot of the Gryffindors were interested in Jasmine because she was an American. Many of the people would keep up conversations with Jasmine, just for the sake of hearing her American accent.
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Classes were going well for Jasmine, as she studied ferociously for her N.E.W.Ts with her friends (especially Hermione).
Every morning at owl post, Jasmine thoroughly searched the Daily Prophet for any sitings of Voldemort or his Death Eaters that may give a clue as to what's going on at Hogwarts. But two weeks after school started, there was still nothing worth worrying about.
One day, In History Of Magic, Harry threw Jasmine a balled up piece of paper. Jasmine opened it and read:
Quidditch try-outs for a new chaser are Friday. Do you play Quidditch? If you do, maybe you could try out.
Jasmine eagerly pulled out her own quill and replied:
Sure! I love Quidditch. I was seeker at my old school, I doubt I'll be any good at chaser, but I'll try. It should be fun.
Jasmine threw the note back to Harry, and silently snorted with laughter at the fact that their teacher, Professor Binns, had yet to notice flying peices of paper across the room.
After the bell rang, Jasmine hurried out of the room with her friends to her next class.
"You play Quidditch?", Ron asked excitedly.
"Yeah, I used to, at least." Jasmine said, a little
"Seeker?" Now, It was Harry's turn to get excited.
"Yep, but I'm not so sure I'm going to do very well as a chaser. I probably won't make it, but I might as well try."
"Oh, you will" Harry said in Mock-arrogance. "Seekers are good at everything"
Ron threw a playful punch at Harry, who ducked, but too late.
"He's the Gryffindor seeker." Ron explained.
"Hurry Up!" Hermione interrupted their conversation. "Is all you two talk about Quidditch? We're going to be late for class!" Ron rolled his eyes, but they all followed her to their Defense Against The Dark Arts class.
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Their new teacher's name was Professor Anderson. She was very young, probably in her thirties. Her Long Auburn hair was pulled into a pony tail. She had bright sky-blue eyes and oval glasses that she normally didn't wear.
Professor Anderson had a pleasant voice and a good attitude and seemingly pretty much knew what she was doing. Jasmine was appalled at what complicated things they were learning in this class. Today they were learning about how to make it so a Kappa cannot hurt you. You had to somehow persuade it or trick it to bow its head so it loses all of the water in the bowl in its head, therefore depriving it of it's strength. They also learned, that if you throw a cucumber with a person's name carved into it, the Kappa may not attack you. They were very ugly. Though they could not be brought to school because of the danger, they saw pictures of the Japanese water demon. It looked sort of like a monkey with fish scales and a hollow in its head for the water.
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Okay, that was a very abrupt ending to this chapter, I know. But I just couldn't figure out where to stop it. Please Read and Review