The First Meeting
"Well, I must be off Dad. I love you," whispered a girl as she gave her father a hug.
"I love you too Star dear. Take care of yourself, and write once in awhile."
"I will."
The girl picked up her belongings, and walked onto the Hogwarts Express. She found an empty compartment and dropped her stuff on one of the long seats.
She pulled out a book and began to read, humming a song under her breathe. She had her dirty blond hair pulled up in a high braid, but her bangs kept slipping into her green eyes.
"Darn hair, always keeping me from reading." She brushed them aside, and continued with her reading. Not long after, she heard a voice.
"Who are you?"
"I-I'm Star. Star Lane," she stuttered, lowering the book she was holding. She looked to see who was talking to her. She glanced at the doorway, and standing there were two boys she has never seen before. One was tan, he obviously spent much time outside. He had messy black hair, and a lightning bolt scar was on his forehead. Next to him was a freckle face boy with ginger colored hair. He was extremely tall, and had laughter hidden behind those green eyes. When Star looked up at them, a smile had come across his face, but disappeared quickly as the other boy began to talk.
"No offense or anything, but you're in our compartment. We always sit here, it's kind of a comfort place."
"Oh! I'm sorry! I'll get my things together and I'll be off," said Star, getting up. She started to gather all her belongings into a tapestry bag, but was interrupted.
"No no. It's all right. You can stay, if you don't mind us being here," said the red haired boy, walking into the compartment.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
"Great, thanks!" she said, sitting back down across from the boys.
"So, what year are you in? I've never seen you before, but you look too old to be a first year," asked the black haired one.
Star laughed, then answered, "No, I'm not. I attended Durmstrang, but I had to leave when my parents got a divorce. I chose to stay with my dad, and we moved to London during the summer. I got transferred to Hogwarts, so yeah."
"So what year are you?"
"6th Year," she responded.
"Oh, we're 5th Years," said the red haired one, a tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks.
"By the way, what are your names? I've practically told you my life story, yet I know nothing about you two except you'll let a strange girl sit in your compartment," said Star.
The two boys laughed for a moment, then the black haired one began to talk. "I'm Harry Potter, and this knucklehead next to me is Ickle Ronniekins."
"Shut up Harry!" said the red haired one. "Ignore him, he has a few screws loose. I'm Ron Weasley."
"Weasley? Your father works for the Ministry of Magic, correct?"
"Yeah, he does! How did you know that?" asked Ron.
"My dad works in the same department! He just started there during the summer, but he loves it. He says wonderful things about your dad."
"Wow, great!" said Ron. Star began to blush a little, but quickly changed the subject.
"And you're Harry Potter? Wow, that's cool."
"Erm.I guess."
"Don't worry, I won't freak out on you. I just think it's cool that you survived You-Know-Who."
"Oh, um, alright," said Harry with a small laugh.
"Well, I must be off Dad. I love you," whispered a girl as she gave her father a hug.
"I love you too Star dear. Take care of yourself, and write once in awhile."
"I will."
The girl picked up her belongings, and walked onto the Hogwarts Express. She found an empty compartment and dropped her stuff on one of the long seats.
She pulled out a book and began to read, humming a song under her breathe. She had her dirty blond hair pulled up in a high braid, but her bangs kept slipping into her green eyes.
"Darn hair, always keeping me from reading." She brushed them aside, and continued with her reading. Not long after, she heard a voice.
"Who are you?"
"I-I'm Star. Star Lane," she stuttered, lowering the book she was holding. She looked to see who was talking to her. She glanced at the doorway, and standing there were two boys she has never seen before. One was tan, he obviously spent much time outside. He had messy black hair, and a lightning bolt scar was on his forehead. Next to him was a freckle face boy with ginger colored hair. He was extremely tall, and had laughter hidden behind those green eyes. When Star looked up at them, a smile had come across his face, but disappeared quickly as the other boy began to talk.
"No offense or anything, but you're in our compartment. We always sit here, it's kind of a comfort place."
"Oh! I'm sorry! I'll get my things together and I'll be off," said Star, getting up. She started to gather all her belongings into a tapestry bag, but was interrupted.
"No no. It's all right. You can stay, if you don't mind us being here," said the red haired boy, walking into the compartment.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
"Great, thanks!" she said, sitting back down across from the boys.
"So, what year are you in? I've never seen you before, but you look too old to be a first year," asked the black haired one.
Star laughed, then answered, "No, I'm not. I attended Durmstrang, but I had to leave when my parents got a divorce. I chose to stay with my dad, and we moved to London during the summer. I got transferred to Hogwarts, so yeah."
"So what year are you?"
"6th Year," she responded.
"Oh, we're 5th Years," said the red haired one, a tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks.
"By the way, what are your names? I've practically told you my life story, yet I know nothing about you two except you'll let a strange girl sit in your compartment," said Star.
The two boys laughed for a moment, then the black haired one began to talk. "I'm Harry Potter, and this knucklehead next to me is Ickle Ronniekins."
"Shut up Harry!" said the red haired one. "Ignore him, he has a few screws loose. I'm Ron Weasley."
"Weasley? Your father works for the Ministry of Magic, correct?"
"Yeah, he does! How did you know that?" asked Ron.
"My dad works in the same department! He just started there during the summer, but he loves it. He says wonderful things about your dad."
"Wow, great!" said Ron. Star began to blush a little, but quickly changed the subject.
"And you're Harry Potter? Wow, that's cool."
"Erm.I guess."
"Don't worry, I won't freak out on you. I just think it's cool that you survived You-Know-Who."
"Oh, um, alright," said Harry with a small laugh.