Ok, so I'm working on another fanfiction! Don't worry, my other story will still be updated. I've been toying with this plotline for a while now, and decided to just give it a shot. I have this prolouge, and the first chapter already done, so ill post that next. Please give it a shot, and review! Let me know what you think!
Prolouge
Life. Such a marvelous and painful thing at once. I don't think I was really born until I turned 11. Yes, I know that sounds dumb, but can you think back to the day you knew your life had truly begun? I recall everything about that day. The smell in the air, everyone I had meet and seen, everything that I had heard and touched. Every single thing about it. The day my life began - September 1st, 1969.
I had gotten my letter but a few days earlier. My mum was so proud of me. She said my dad would have been equally proud. She took me to Kings Cross herself. It was the first time I had ever seen her cry, actually. We said our bittersweet goodbye, and I boarded the train, having no clue what was in store for me. Sometimes I wish I still had that innocence. I wish I were still just an innocent eleven-year-old, without a care in the world. Funny how things can change so drastically in just a few short years.
I got onto the train and saw the only person at Hogwarts that I actually knew, Remus Lupin. He was my mum's godson. So, would that make me his godsister? I don't really know how that works, but I'm getting off topic as usual. I gave Remus a big bear hug, and we set off to find a compartment together. We took a seat in the first empty one we could find.
It was fate. I honestly, truly believe that to this day. Fate brought that loud knocking at our compartment door as Remus and I were engaged in a conversation about what Hogwarts would be like. The door slid open, and two boys stood there. "Can we sit here? All the other compartment's are full," a tall boy with long, black hair that fell into his stormy grey eyes questioned with a wide lopsided grin. I just nodded, and gestured to the seat across from me. The other was a tad shorter with messy jet-black hair, hazel eyes, and black framed glasses.
And that was the day my life truly began. They sat down, and we got along right away. At that moment, we didn't know that it was fate. We were just a bunch of eleven-year-olds. We didn't know then what we know now.
So, is it a good or bad beginning? Let me know!