Hello, this is my first fan fiction ever, so I really hope you'll like it. I'm sorry if you spot any mistakes, but I have a quite annoying auto-correct program and I'm not that amazing either on the keyboard. My main languish is not English, so I apologize if there are any mistakes...

Hope you'll enjoy it!

The world was spinning.

Not in a dizzy way, or a way caused by any kind of dizziness. It was a sort of way that just made you smile. A way that made you feel joy like never before.

I was simply happy.

The thoughts in my head had been chasing each other, all trying to win the first place. They had arranged a wild race through my head. They ran and ran, gaining both speed and glory. Not anything would stop them from winning, other that each other.

I tride to cancel that race. I needed to gain the control again, needed to manage to think clearly without the happy thoughts interrupting me.

Don't take it wrong, I love the happy thoughts. But right now, they were quite annoying. They always stood in my way.

Unfortunaly, the race was not to be cancelled. It just went on and on, without a care about me, and how I might find it disturbing.

I tried to ruin it to, but some happy thoughts were on security duty, and again I was stopped.

Impossible.

Simply impossible.

Well, the reason I'm happy?

After living with the Dursleys for another summer vacation, you get quite tired and annoyed. With the chores from Mrs. Dursley, the yells from Mr. Dursley, and the hurtful comments from Dudley, you get slightly angry.

But I can't do anything with, this is the only family I have left.

Even if they treat me unfairly, I just have to live with it.

I woke up really early that morning. I had many reasons. One was that I tired to avoid being in the shower when Veron awoke. He would be extremely angry with me if I occupied the bathroom when he wanted to use it.

The other reason was completely different.

My return to another year at Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry.

In had waited for this day since I left the school, even crossing out the days on my cheap calendar - which, I may add, Dudley had been drawing on - which Ron had sendt me a while ago. The pictures moved, so the wizards on them often cheered me up on a dull day.

Actually, that was pretty much every day, according to that description.

I when to my trunk with lazy steps, before starting to throw the last of my stuff into it. I had packed the most of my stuff, but I still missed some of my things. My beloved picturebook of my parents for example, the one I got from Hagrid a while ago.

When I had finished my packing, I hurried down stairs with the trunk. The excitement must have given me extra strength, because that trunk was really heavy. I usually needed a little help with it, so it surprised me that I was able to lift it on my own.

I placed it at the front door, so I had it ready. After that I walked over to the kitchen for breakfast. I took a bit of Dudley's favorite cereal - a cereal I was told to never touch - and pored some into a little bowl. Later on some milk followed the cereal into my mouth, filling my stomach. The bowl went in the dishwasher, before I ran upstairs, careful to not wake up my snoring relatives.

I dressed quickly, and brushed my teeth and hair. My hair was quite impossible though, it would never lie in the right place. It just bouched to every corner it could reach.

When I got out from the bathroom I heard Veron waking up, which caused me to breake into a run towards my bedroom.

Better not be in his way. He's the only one who can cancel that race of happy thoughts, and right now I had started to like it. It was actually fun, and I had already placed my bets.

Later that day we drove to Kings Cross. The minute I took the trunk out of the car, the Dursleys raced away.

Typical them. They didn't want to be seen with wizards, even though none of the muggles except them knew they were witches and wizards. They blamed it on 'not wanting to be seen with such...freaks', but in reality they were just afraid.

I placed the heavy trunk on a trolley - with some help of an employer - and walked towards platform 9.

My real destination was of course the place between platform 9 and 10.

Platform 9 and 3/4...

Little did I know that this year would start with tragic news...

And how it would affect me.

Well, that's it for now. I'll try to update with the next chapter soon, probably tomorrow. Please rewiev, it means much to me. Constructive criticism will of course be recieved with a smile. Sorry for short chapter by the way...

Say what you truly think!

Love, Riverflower.