Ok, well, this is my first fan-fic ever, so don't be to hard on me please... I know it's not very original to do a fic about HP, but I just like it so much. Anyway, the story...
Harry and his friends are all around 16. They're starting their sixth year at Hogwarts. The story starts when Harry's on platform 9 3/4, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to arrive...
Harry Potter and the Cry of Death
~ 1: The new Ginny ~
Harry had never been so early on the platform. His vacation was one of the most horrible he had ever had. He had had nightmares every night. And when he woke up, his aunt Petunia made him do stupid jobs in and around the house. Dumbledore hadn't allowed him to go to the Weasley's and neither to Hermione. He thought it was safer for Harry to stay with his aunt, uncle and nephew.
And now Harry sat on the platform. His uncle had dropped him off near King's Cross-Station at ten o'clock, and didn't even bother to go inside the station together with Harry. Harry went through the wall and then he stood at the platform. But since the train left at eleven o'clock, and it was ten o'clock, there was nobody but Harry on the platform. Not one person! And the Hogwarts Express wasn't there either.
But it didn't really bother Harry. He just sat there, thinking eagerly about seeing his friends again. Ron, Hermione, and of course Ginny. After what had happened last year at Hogwarts, Ginny had become a closer friend of Harry. Not just Ron's little sister, but a friend almost as close as Hermione and Ron. Almost. It wasn't really the same actually, talking with Ginny felt different than talking to Hermione and Ron, put was also very special.
Harry put these thoughts from his mind as he heard voices behind him. He turned to the magic pass to the platform, and saw some students and their parents standing on the platform. He looked at his watch, and saw that it was already ten thirty. His eyes wandered around as more and more people appeared on the platform. And finally, five minutes to eleven, the Weasleys came through the wall. Six red-haired people, and between them a girl with fuzzy brown hair. She didn't really seem to fit in, but Harry knew better: "Ron! Hermione! I'm over here!" he shouted as he stood up. His friends looked around, and when they saw Harry, they both dropped their luggage, and ran towards him. Hermione flung her arms around him, screaming:" Oh, I missed you so!" Ron grinned at Harry and said, less loudly than Hermione: "Hey, too bad Dumbledore wouldn't let you stay with us, we missed you..." Harry smiled, and then said to Hermione: "Herm, can you let me go now, people might start thinking things about us, you know..." Hermione let go of Harry and pushed her hair out of her big brown eyes.
"You have grown during the vacation," she said as she looked up at him with a smile. Harry knew this. All his close were to small now. He had to buy new school robes at Diagon Alley when he was there. But Ron still was a head longer than Harry. Hermione didn't seemed to have grown though, she even seemed to have shrunk. But that couldn't be true, Harry thought. "I have missed you guys too," Harry said, but before he could say more, he was being hugged by Mrs Weasley. "Ow Harry," she said "I'm so sorry you had to stay with those horrible relatives of you. I've wrote about twenty letters to Dumbledore, but he wouldn't let you stay with us, and -" "Molly, let the boy catch his breath," Mr Weasley interrupted his wife, as he patted Harry on his shoulder. Behind Mrs Weasley, Harry saw two boys sneering at him: Fred and George! They hadn't passed their exams last year, and had to go to school again this year. Harry remembered the Howler Mrs Weasley had sent to them when she found out. The twins had opened the Howler outside the Great Hall, but still everyone could hear exactly what Mrs Weasley's voice said. And that was horrible.
Still, the boys were very silent right now. Harry knew from the letters from Ron, that Mrs Weasley had been mad with them for almost the whole vacation. She didn't seem very angry now, anyway.
And there, behind her father, a girl with long red hair was smiling at him. "Ginny?!" Harry whispered surprised. This wasn't the girl Harry remembered. She was wearing a short top and a pair of jeans. Her big brown eyes were beautiful and her hair, it looked so nice! Harry recovered from the shock pretty fast, and smiled at her. "Hi Ginny!" he said, sounding happy to see her (which he was, but didn't want to show). This wasn't the Ginny he remembered. The Ginny he remembered had two pigtails and a fringe, she was the girl with the girly flower-dresses. But she looked so different now. Maybe it was because she stood behind her father (she normally stood behind her mother, or maybe it was..."Your hair!" Harry exclamated with amazement. "See, I told you nobody would like it!" Ron said triumphant. But Harry loved it! Big waves of hair surrounded her beautiful face. Big curls of red hair touched her shoulders, like the beams of the upcoming sun. Ginny smiled at Harry, hoping that he would say something more. Not just: Your hair!, but: Your hair! It looks beautiful, amazing, lovely, cool, or whatever. But he didn't. He just smiled at her, his eyes still big with amazemant. But this was enough for Ginny. She could read his eyes, his expression, better than anyone. She was sure he really liked it.
"You like it?" Ron asked Harry, desperate. "Yeah," Harry said. "Don't you?" "No, it makes her look far older than she is. And her clothes are too small and too tight, and..., and...Ow, I just don't like it! It's not the little sister I used to have!" "Ron, don't be so sentimental! She's groing up, and so should you!" Hermione said, trying hard not to laugh.
Harry saw her beam at Ginny.
At that moment a whistle sounded. Mrs Weasley waved at them as they clambered on to the train. They found an empty compartment, and sat down. As the train started to move, they waved at Mr and Mrs Weasley.
A few seconds later a girl stepped into the compartment. She hurried to the other end of the compartment and sat down. They didn't pay very much attention to her, until...
Harry and his friends are all around 16. They're starting their sixth year at Hogwarts. The story starts when Harry's on platform 9 3/4, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to arrive...
Harry Potter and the Cry of Death
~ 1: The new Ginny ~
Harry had never been so early on the platform. His vacation was one of the most horrible he had ever had. He had had nightmares every night. And when he woke up, his aunt Petunia made him do stupid jobs in and around the house. Dumbledore hadn't allowed him to go to the Weasley's and neither to Hermione. He thought it was safer for Harry to stay with his aunt, uncle and nephew.
And now Harry sat on the platform. His uncle had dropped him off near King's Cross-Station at ten o'clock, and didn't even bother to go inside the station together with Harry. Harry went through the wall and then he stood at the platform. But since the train left at eleven o'clock, and it was ten o'clock, there was nobody but Harry on the platform. Not one person! And the Hogwarts Express wasn't there either.
But it didn't really bother Harry. He just sat there, thinking eagerly about seeing his friends again. Ron, Hermione, and of course Ginny. After what had happened last year at Hogwarts, Ginny had become a closer friend of Harry. Not just Ron's little sister, but a friend almost as close as Hermione and Ron. Almost. It wasn't really the same actually, talking with Ginny felt different than talking to Hermione and Ron, put was also very special.
Harry put these thoughts from his mind as he heard voices behind him. He turned to the magic pass to the platform, and saw some students and their parents standing on the platform. He looked at his watch, and saw that it was already ten thirty. His eyes wandered around as more and more people appeared on the platform. And finally, five minutes to eleven, the Weasleys came through the wall. Six red-haired people, and between them a girl with fuzzy brown hair. She didn't really seem to fit in, but Harry knew better: "Ron! Hermione! I'm over here!" he shouted as he stood up. His friends looked around, and when they saw Harry, they both dropped their luggage, and ran towards him. Hermione flung her arms around him, screaming:" Oh, I missed you so!" Ron grinned at Harry and said, less loudly than Hermione: "Hey, too bad Dumbledore wouldn't let you stay with us, we missed you..." Harry smiled, and then said to Hermione: "Herm, can you let me go now, people might start thinking things about us, you know..." Hermione let go of Harry and pushed her hair out of her big brown eyes.
"You have grown during the vacation," she said as she looked up at him with a smile. Harry knew this. All his close were to small now. He had to buy new school robes at Diagon Alley when he was there. But Ron still was a head longer than Harry. Hermione didn't seemed to have grown though, she even seemed to have shrunk. But that couldn't be true, Harry thought. "I have missed you guys too," Harry said, but before he could say more, he was being hugged by Mrs Weasley. "Ow Harry," she said "I'm so sorry you had to stay with those horrible relatives of you. I've wrote about twenty letters to Dumbledore, but he wouldn't let you stay with us, and -" "Molly, let the boy catch his breath," Mr Weasley interrupted his wife, as he patted Harry on his shoulder. Behind Mrs Weasley, Harry saw two boys sneering at him: Fred and George! They hadn't passed their exams last year, and had to go to school again this year. Harry remembered the Howler Mrs Weasley had sent to them when she found out. The twins had opened the Howler outside the Great Hall, but still everyone could hear exactly what Mrs Weasley's voice said. And that was horrible.
Still, the boys were very silent right now. Harry knew from the letters from Ron, that Mrs Weasley had been mad with them for almost the whole vacation. She didn't seem very angry now, anyway.
And there, behind her father, a girl with long red hair was smiling at him. "Ginny?!" Harry whispered surprised. This wasn't the girl Harry remembered. She was wearing a short top and a pair of jeans. Her big brown eyes were beautiful and her hair, it looked so nice! Harry recovered from the shock pretty fast, and smiled at her. "Hi Ginny!" he said, sounding happy to see her (which he was, but didn't want to show). This wasn't the Ginny he remembered. The Ginny he remembered had two pigtails and a fringe, she was the girl with the girly flower-dresses. But she looked so different now. Maybe it was because she stood behind her father (she normally stood behind her mother, or maybe it was..."Your hair!" Harry exclamated with amazement. "See, I told you nobody would like it!" Ron said triumphant. But Harry loved it! Big waves of hair surrounded her beautiful face. Big curls of red hair touched her shoulders, like the beams of the upcoming sun. Ginny smiled at Harry, hoping that he would say something more. Not just: Your hair!, but: Your hair! It looks beautiful, amazing, lovely, cool, or whatever. But he didn't. He just smiled at her, his eyes still big with amazemant. But this was enough for Ginny. She could read his eyes, his expression, better than anyone. She was sure he really liked it.
"You like it?" Ron asked Harry, desperate. "Yeah," Harry said. "Don't you?" "No, it makes her look far older than she is. And her clothes are too small and too tight, and..., and...Ow, I just don't like it! It's not the little sister I used to have!" "Ron, don't be so sentimental! She's groing up, and so should you!" Hermione said, trying hard not to laugh.
Harry saw her beam at Ginny.
At that moment a whistle sounded. Mrs Weasley waved at them as they clambered on to the train. They found an empty compartment, and sat down. As the train started to move, they waved at Mr and Mrs Weasley.
A few seconds later a girl stepped into the compartment. She hurried to the other end of the compartment and sat down. They didn't pay very much attention to her, until...