Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character from Harry Potter. I own my original characters. By the way, I might make professors/ characters stray from their norm in the books by Rowling...but this is my story, so I may. Another thing- I will switch the P.O.V.'s between characters, but it will mostly be between the trio and the main OC that I insert I also will be writing in narrative form as well. If I use a characters' P.O.V., I will be sure to let you know. Let the fun begin: By the way, I might not get the exact words from the book and what not, but still, that sort of makes it more of my writing that J.K's.
I am starting this when Harry gets on the Hogwarts Express.
"Do you mind if I sit with you?" Harry looked up startled for a second, and then grinned to the ginger haired boy.
"Go ahead." Harry responded. Harry continued looking out the window, as he was doing before the boy asked. It wasn't really awkward, but there was not too much to say.
"Are you really…you know…Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out.
"Yes" Harry smiled back politely.
"And you have the scar?" Ron asked inquisitively. Harry pulled his hair back to show the thin, lighting shaped scar, etched upon his forehead. For a little they enjoyed a comfortable silence, every once in a while looking up, and catching each others eyes, and flashing a grin.
A witch came by with a trolley full of snacks, and asked at the doorway, "Hungry for lunch, dears?" Harry, who was hungry leapt up to inspect what they had, and quickly glanced at Ron who muttered something about having sandwiches with a dark look at his lumpy package of corned beef and bread.
Harry never had anyone to share with so he took the lot, eager to try out everything, being as they had a dearth of Muggle sweets familiar to him.
Meanwhile down the train, a girl sat in a compartment with Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. At first the compartment was hers and hers alone. She hadn't met any other witch or wizard that was going to Hogwarts before. Her family was a pureblood wizarding family, but friends of her parents had moved to America before when You-Know-Who started to get stronger. Her family was about to, but, as her parents told her, he fell to a one year old baby named Harry Potter.
When her parents were in Hogwarts, her mother Holly Baker Garretson and her father Tyler Garretson were in Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, respectively. Her mother had black hair and the light tan complexion that her daughter had inherited. She inherited her father's sapphire blue eyes and oval shape of her face. Her slightly wavy hair went just past her chin, and hovered above her shoulders—she had to cut her hair because the bottoms got burnt when she leaned in over her father's cauldron, and her hair got too close to the flame. Her name was Raychel Noelle Garretson. Noelle was for her great grandmother Noelle Baker, whom her mother was close to. Her father ran a small franchise of apothecaries and her mother worked as an Obliviator in the Ministry of Magic.
When the three boys came in without even asking, she got a book from her trunk, and started to read. Curious by nature, Raychel could not help but overhear their conversation; apparently Harry Potter was on the train, because Draco Malfoy was excited about having that knowledge.
The conversation then switched to the subject of Draco Malfoy. He seemed very confident to Raychel. It was hard for Raychel to stay focused on her book, so she wearily gave up. After closing her book, she quietly and politely asked their pardon while she got, or attempted to get, her trunk down to put the book back in. There was not much room to get her feet in a stable stance with Goyle and Crabbe taking up the whole bench of that compartment. She moved and jiggled the trunk bit by bit, and then it gave too much.
"Oh no! Watch it!" Malfoy, obviously having the quickest reactions and a slightly taller, advantageous height, grabbed the trunk.
"Crabbe," he ordered," Grab the other end when I pull it out! Err, You," he looked at Raychel, not knowing her name," move out of the way." It was not in the same demanding tone as it was for Crabbe which was good for him, because she couldn't stand it when people who didn't have authority boss her around.
The two boys lowered the trunk to the bottom. It was a wonder that they didn't knock over her owl cage. Inside was a pewter grey owl that had dark brown eyes, that she had dubbed Sebastian. The owl's cage however got a little bumped; in response the owl ruffled its feathers and gave a slight hoot.
"Thank you so much, uh—"
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. He extended his hand, which she shook. She did not want to use his name because that would mean she was listening to his conversation, so she thought it best to be introduced.
"My name is Raychel Garretson."
"This is Crabbe and Goyle." He pointed carelessly over his shoulder.
Now, Raychel was integrated in the conversation, rather it was Malfoy interviewing her.
"Are you're family pureblood? Ever play Quidditch? What's your team?" He ejected a barrage of questions which she all answered.
"Yes. Yes. I am a fan of the Scottish team; it was the first game I ever went to." So on she answered questions to his interview.
"I suspect we're getting nearer to the school. I suppose we should be getting into our robes." Raychel suggested.
"We want to go see if the rumors are true about Harry Potter being on the train. We'll do that later. Do you want to tag along? Malfoy asked.
"I might meet up with you later; I'm going to get changed." She replied.
Meanwhile, Ron and Harry were interrupted by Neville Longbottom. He lost his toad, and was trying to find it.
Ron was muttering in annoyance about her pompous manner when the door opened yet again.
"So it is true that the famous Harry Potter is on the train. The name's Draco Malfoy, we've met before in Diagon Alley." He extended his hand and said," You don't want to be caught riff raff like this. Red hair, second hand robes. He must be a Weasley; not the sort of person that you should be friends with. I can help you there." He said with a swagger.
"I think I can manage on my own, thanks." Replied Harry coolly.
Goyle reached for a Chocolate Frog but pulled his hand back, with an attachment on it. Ron's rat, that they had been trying to change its fur color, had bitten Goyle. He shook it off and the rat flew into the window, and lay still. The three boys left.
In the corridor, Raychel made her way in the direction she saw Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle go in; they were making their way back, Draco looking pissed and he was muttering to the other two.
"Did you find him?" she had asked tentatively.
"Yeah, he was back in that car. Nothing exciting." Draco said coming to a full stop to speak to her.
"Oh well, it's always worth it." And with that, Raychel walked on looking for Harry Potter's compartment.
She found it with a bushy haired girl in the doorway, and a short, round faced boy standing eagerly behind her. They seemed to be finished with their business, and left the compartment. She nearly bumped into Raychel, and quickly apologized.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. This is Neville Longbottom. He lost his toad, Trevor. Have you seen it?" She said rather hastily.
"Hello, Hermione, Neville. My name is Raychel Garretson, and no I have not seen a toad.
"Oh, but if you do, I'm in that compartment with Neville here; let me know!" she said.
Raychel walked to the compartment Hermione was near, and she peered inside. There was a dark haired boy and a ginger haired boy. Raychel read about Harry in various wizarding books, but wouldn't know what he looked like, as no pictures were provided. She would just have to go in and ask…
This was a very long chapter. Sorry about that…unless you like it. Read and rate please, and message me on if you like it. I decided mid chapter one that I will use the books as a basis of my story instead, and make other events as well, including what happened in the book. Hope you enjoyed.