disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to HP. All of that belongs to the all-mighty JKR
warning; Nothing in this chapter, in the future- language,
A/N; For those of you who have read this fic in it's previous form, you will notice some changes. I have decided this will no longer be a Harry-Draco slash fic, so enjoy!
Harry Potter woke up early one morning for a reason unknown to him- he liked sleep, He did not like mornings. If anyone asked you what the epitomy of "not a morning person" was, the answer would be Harry Potter, The boy who lived, savior of the wizarding word, or so they all thought.
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Chyenne sat in her seat on the plane as the pilot announced that they were gong to be landing in less than fifteen minutes. She was nervous. What if they don't like me? She worried as she looked down at the black T-shirt and jeans she was wearing. What if... Suddenly a stewardess interrupted her thoughts.
"Excuse me miss, we've landed."
Chyenne looked around at the quickly-emptying plane, and thanked the young woman standing in the aisle. She grabbed her old school backpack, covered in messages of 'good bye" and "we'll miss you! Call me!" written with a white out pen and followed the young woman off the plane and into the airport where an extremely tall man with an overgrown beard approached her.
"Welcome to England, Chyenne."
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Harry sat between Ron and Hermione on their way to kings Cross Station in the Weasley's car. This one, the replacement of the one Ron and Harry had crashed in their second year, was a black SUV, and was surpassingly nice for what the Weasley's had spent. Harry suspected that the Weasley's had unknowingly bought an illegal car based on what he knew of the price. And it wasn't only him wondering, most of the Weasley children still living at The Burrow had running bets on when the government was going to track down their parents and haul them off to Muggle jail.
They arrived at King's Cross with barely fifteen minutes until the Hogwarts Express left Platform nine and three-quarters. Mrs. Weasley quickly shrank all the luggage and gave it to Hermione for safekeeping, and they all ran to the barrier that led to the platform. Hermione, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley ran through leaving Ron and Harry to go through last. Both boys were having flashbcks to their second year and thanking all sorts of gods that a slightly psychotic house elf wasn't trying to save their life and that the new car didn't fly. They both made it through the barrier and onto the train just before it pulled away from the platform.
Harry sat in the compartment with his friends feeling quite at peace, he was headed to Hogwarts, the place that aside from the Weasley's, was more like home that anywhere else.
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Chyenne walked down the aisles of the train, trying to find a free compartment, or at least one with people that looked friendly. She pushed a lock of her redish-blonde hair out of her clear, blue eyes. She was about to give up and sit in the hallway for the entire train ride when a red haired boy stuck his head out of one of the compartment doors.
"You look lost" he stated.
Chyenne laughed lightly and said, "Well, that's because I am."
"You can come sit with us." He offered. Chyenne accepted the invitation and followed him through the door, where she saw three others; a black haired boy, with an unusual scar on his forehead, a girl with frizzy brown hair and another girl with hair the same shade of red as the boy who had invited her in. The black haired boy spoke first. "Hello"
"Hi," She answered nervously. "I'm Chyenne Peterson."
The girl with the frizzy hair stood, and outstretched her hand. " Hi, I'm Hermione Granger." She pointed to the other girl. "That's Ginny Weasley, and the other redhead is her brother Ron." Ginny gave a little half-wave, and Ron merely nodded. "Why don't you sit down?" Hermione suggested, sensing the girl's unease.
Chyenne found herself sitting across from the raven-haired boy who had not been introduced, and noticed he had an unusual scar on his forehead, shaped like a lightning bolt. She looked down at her left arm and traced the similarly-shaped scar that spanned the width of her wrist. She found herself filled with a sense of attraction to the mysterious boy, although she did not know where the feeling came from.
The others were immersed in conversation when she finally ended her internal debate. "Um, excuse me..." She broke in. They turned to look at her and she motioned towards the mysterious boy. "I know this will sound stupid, but I realized that you never introduced yourself."
The compartment fell silent, and Chyenne felt like she had just made the biggest mistake of her life.
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Harry looked at the girl in disbelief. He had rarely ever had to introduce himself to a member of the wizarding world. How could this girl not know who he was?
"I'm Harry Potter." He said, waiting fir the customary upward eye movement that came whenever he met people. But this girl made no movement at all. She merely smiled innocently and said.
"Well, Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you.
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