Chapter One- Hogwarts Rebel
A/n: Since it's the first chapter, and I'm introducing a new character, this chapter will be a bit long, so have patience. Thanks!
The alarm clock beeped loudly. It was eight am. A hand grabbed the clock and threw it to the floor. The clock started beeping and a yawn was heard.
Anne Potter opened her eyes and sighed loudly. She sat up in her bed and stared at the calendar pasted in the wall in front of her. September First.
She yawned again and stretched her arms lazily. She got out of her bed and walked out of her bedroom. She walked down the hall and arrived to the staircase. She grinned and took the broom that was leaning in the wall next to her.
She sat in the broom and flew down the staircase very fast. "ANNE!"
Anne fell off the broom and her brown hair got all over her face. She lay in the floor, laughing hard.
"I've told you a thousand times not to do that!" Anne's mother, Hermione Granger, was standing in the top of the stairs, her arms crossed.
"Sorry mom," Anne chuckled as she stood up and brushed her hair away.
"Now, please do something about your hair," Hermione said as she walked down the stairs. "It's getting messier very day."
"It's on my genes, mother," Anne protested mockingly as she followed Hermione to the kitchen. "I can't do anything about it."
"Very funny, Anne," Hermione said as she waved her wand and oatmeal appeared in a pot.
"Oatmeal again?" Anne moaned. "Gosh, I wish that I was in Hogwarts already… Delicious breakfast…"
"Teenagers." Harry Potter was standing in the kitchen's doorway, his hair disheveled, and closely followed by a black-haired boy.
"Mom, oatmeal again?" The boy said as he looked at the pot.
"See? I'm not the only one," Anne said stubbornly.
"James, this will be your second year at Hogwarts," Harry said as he put dishes in the table. "Aren't you excited?"
"Of course," James said, a big smile in his face. "I wish that I get good grades like I did in my first year."
"I hope I can get through Potions again," Anne said as Hermione served oatmeal in the plates. "Last year was a nightmare dealing with Snape."
"It's the Potter curse," Harry said as they all sat down. "You have to be hated by Snape."
"He doesn't hate me," James frowned. "I'm very good at Potions."
"That's because you're a little brownnoser," Anne retorted. "I melt my cauldron every now and then."
Everyone laughed and continued eating. When they finished, Hermione pointed with her wand at the dishes and then at the sink. The dishes started washing themselves and Hermione turned to look at Anne and James.
"You should better start getting your things together," Hermione said. "We're leaving for King Cross in two hours."
"And I'm coming this time to say goodbye," Harry grinned.
"Wow, now that's a miracle," Anne said sarcastically. "How did you manage to get late for work?"
"Well, nothing important has been happening lately," Harry shrugged. "And I felt quite guilty that I wasn't there last year for James."
"Aw, don't worry Dad," James smiled.
"Brownnoser," Anne mouthed.
"I saw that," Hermione said. "Now you two go upstairs and get ready."
Anne and James ran out of the kitchen and Harry walked over to Hermione. "You seem tired," Harry said.
"I just wish Anne would pay attention to me," Hermione sighed. "When she was four years old she admired me. Now she thinks I don't know a thing about anything."
"I know," Harry said. "She was proud of being my daughter when she entered Hogwarts. Now she rolls her eyes anytime one of her friends mentions me. Ironic."
Hermione kissed her husband gently and drew away, smiling. "Even though Anne and James sometimes can be a bit annoying, I always miss them," Hermione said.
"And Anne is not coming for Christmas this year," Harry sighed. "She's growing up."
"And so did we," Hermione said. "This is just a phase."
Two and a half-hours later, at King Cross' Station"We're a bit early," Hermione said as they stood beside the Hogwarts Express. "But you will get decent seats."
"I can't see anyone I know," Anne said, looking around. "Seventh years and new kids… Oh, there's Marcela!"
Marcela was one of Anne's best friends. She had very long blond hair and hazel eyes. She was very short, which made her sometimes feel a little miserable, but she was always smiling, and Anne was the only one that knew about her fears, about her crushes.
"Annie! Thank God you're here… I can't stand Meme," Marcela said in an exasperated tone.
Meme was Marcela's oldest sister. Her real name was Meredith, but she was so egocentric that Anne had named her Meme, because she was always thinking about herself.
"I don't know why so many guys like your sister," James said to Marcela. "She good-looking but she's a pain in the-"
"Ahem." Harry glared at James, who decided to remain quiet.
Marcela patted James in the head and smiled. "Thanks, James," she said. "You always know how to cheer me up."
James grinned and Harry looked at his clock. "You should get some seats," Hermione said. "Or the good ones will be gone."
"Chris is late," Anne said. "But I guess he'll look for us. Let's go, Marcela."
"Anne, make sure you behave this year," Hermione said as she hugged Anne. " Not another report from Hagrid."
"Okay, okay," Anne said. Anne kissed Harry in the cheek and grinned.
"Would you consider entering the Quidditch team this year?" Harry asked hopefully. "It's a waste that you're such a good flier..."
"No, Dad," Anne said. Harry shrugged and closed his mouth in defeat.
Anne and Marcela waved goodbye and entered the train. "James takes so much time to say goodbye," Anne said as they looked into the compartments.
"Your brother is nice," Marcela said. "If he was three years older…"
"Eww, shut up," Anne moaned. "Oh, here's a compartment-"
"Back off, Potter," a tall boy with brown hair pushed Anne away.
"Hey, we found it first," Anne protested. "Go look for another compartment, Hurty."
Kurt Hurty glared at Anne. Anne and Kurt had hated each other since Kurt had made fun of Anne during Potions the first year at Hogwarts.
Kurt smirked at Anne and laughed. "Sorry, Potter, but I don't see a sign saying that…"
"I'll make a sign for your remains when I beat you up if you don't leave." Anne turned around and saw Andrew, another of her best friends. Andrew had his arms crossed menacingly, but then, it wasn't hard to be afraid of Andrew. He was a black boy that was very tall and muscular, and his eyes were very cold.
"You won this time, Potter," Kurt growled and left with his friends. Andrew, Anne and Marcela got into the compartment and they burst out laughing.
"There are times were I'm grateful that you're my friend," Anne chuckled, her green eyes filled with tears. "It was hilarious to see Kurt with his scared face."
"Anything for you, Anne," Andrew grinned.
"Did you see Chris?" Marcela asked.
"Why that sudden interest? Or maybe it's because Chris is your new crush this, er, week?" Anne mocked.
"No," Marcela blushed. "You shall never hear me say that I have a crush on Chris. It would be disgusting."
"I'll go look for him," Anne said and got out of the compartment. The hallway was crowded, and she had a hard time passing through all the people. She saw James entering a compartment surrounded by girls (she made a mental note to make fun of that later) and suddenly…
She bumped into someone and she raised her head, ready to apologize. "Hi, Anne." Wayne Garr was a fellow fifth year Gryffindor with black hair and brown eyes, and he was smiling. Anne found his smile charming and she felt warm inside.
"H-hi, Wayne," Anne said slightly breathlessly.
"I'm Quidditch captain this year," Wayne said, ignoring the people passing next to them. "Maybe you should try for seeker."
"I'll think about it," Anne said. "I promise."
"Well… see you," Wayne said and walked away, smiling.
Anne watched him go and someone collided with her. She and the person fell to the floor and everyone around started laughing.
"Sorry, Potter." It was Chris. Anne pushed Chris away and stood up, blushing furiously. Chris stood up and ran his fingers through his brown hair nervously.
"Damn it, Chris," Anne said. She grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the compartment.
They entered the compartment and Anne closed the doors. Chris sat down and looked at Marcela, who blushed and looked away.
"Hi everyone," Chris said cheerfully.
"I fell in front of everyone, Christopher Keedsler!" Anne blurted. Chris and Anne stared at each other and suddenly Anne burst out laughing.
"Are you okay with it?" Chris asked.
"Of course I'm okay," Anne said, laughter in her eyes. "But next time, make sure you don't fall down with me."
"I'll try," Chris grinned. "So, how was summer for all of you?"
"Dreadful," Marcela, said. "Meme passed the whole summer changing her hair color… I was bored to death."
"Mine was okay," Andrew said. "I went to Wales to visit my family, and I kept receiving mail from Anne."
"Funny letters," Anne smiled.
"How come I didn't receive any?" Chris asked. "I bet Wayne Garr received a million. And talking about Wayne Garr… What were you talking about?"
"Quidditch," Anne said simply. She blushed deeply and looked out the window. Marcela, Andrew and Chris stared talking about Quidditch, and Anne smiled.
She was going to Hogwarts, and her fifth year was going to be amazing and normal, like the others had been.
At least, that's what she thought.
A/N: Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Be sure to review… I hope my English is better, because I have been studying hard! And I hope Anne is not very Mary Sue-ish. I would hate that! But review anyway!