Ok... This is my third fanfic... lolz. So it's better than my first 2, alrite? And um, review plz. Thats all. (Oh yeh, and I deleted my other 2. So dont bother askin for them, k?)
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Harry, Ron and Hermione got on the train, chattering excitedly like monkeys about their holidays. Harry had stayed at Ron's cottage for the last week, and everyone had a great time there. Just as Harry was about to board, he felt a pair of eyes on the back of his neck, which started to prickle. Harry whirled around, his wand out, but he saw nothing. Except a swish of black hair.
Later on, halfway to Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy and his mates barged into Harry's compartment. "Potter!" he spat. "My father's in Azkaban thanks to you!" He was about to jinx Harry, who closed his eyes in fear, when -
"FURNUNCULUS!" a voice cried out. The voice was like angels singing, heavenly, sweet, melodious. Harry opened his eyes, and saw a slender girl standing over the bodies of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. The girl used her wand to float them down the corridor. Then she noticed Harry, Ron and Hermione staring at her. A blush rose on her tanned golden cheeks.
"Sorry," she muttered. "I... I don't like bullies."
"Neither do we," announced Hermione. "Come in and sit down!"
So the girl did. "My name is Sangria Delgado," she began.
"Ooh!" Hermione exclaimed. "That's Spanish, isn't it?"
"Mione!" cried Ron. "Let Sangria speak."
Sangria smiled. "It's alright," she soothed. "Now, where was I? Ah yes... My name is Sangria Delgado and I come from Spain. I used to go to Beauxbatons, but my parents..." She stopped. "My parents died this summer, and I was sent to stay with a relative of theirs in London. And instead of going back to Beauxbatons, it was suggested I come here, to get away from my past."
Hermione patted Sangria on the shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss," she murmured.
Sangria smiled bravely. Harry was entranced by that smile. In fact, he was entranced with everything about Sangria. Her musical voice, with a light Spanish accent; her long, raven-black hair, her sparkling emerald eyes that glistened now, with tears. He put out his hand and touched her arm. The action spoke more than words ever could.
"What year are you in?" asked Ron.
"I'll be starting my sixth year," Sangria replied, wiping her eyes.
"Like us," said Harry. It was the first he had spoken to Sangria, and his voice came out as a squeak. He nearly died of embarrassment! But Sangria merely looked down, a faint trace of red on her golden cheeks. Her long dark, thick black eyelashes brushed her cheeks, then she looked up directly at him and smiled. Harry smiled back.
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So, what did u guyz think? PLEASE review, I really wanna know what you all thought of my first chappy! Um, I'll get tha next chapter up tomorrow. Thats all. Buhbyez.... XXXX
