Chapter One - Back At Hogwarts!
" No, you didn't!"
"Yes, I did, Ron. It's time I get a new one anyway. Want to see it?"
"Blimey, yes!"
Harry reached into his trunk and got out a long, thin parcel that he handed to Ron, a very bad tempered red head. The red head eagerly ripped open the parcel.
"Whoa! Firebolt 2004. Malfoy's the one with the dribbling mouth this time. With his stupid Firebolt 2001, he'll never beat you, Harry!"
The black hair boy didn't answer. He merely stared at his friend's robe in surprise.
"Ron...y-your..."
"Oh yeah, my robe. Mum got it for me as an early birthday present. You should've seen Fred and George's face. They were well and truly jealous."
Harry face broke into a familiar grin and slapped his friend's back. It was good to be back at Hogwarts, Harry thought. With all the familiar surroundings and a loving home which he will never get back in Privet Drive. The carriage door opened.
"Hey, Hermione! W-what's with your hair? It looks somehow different.", Ron said, breaking Harry's thought. Harry looked up, and saw a familiar face, but different.
"Don't you like it?", Hermione demanded, a little disappointed.
"Y-yeah, sure I do. It's just different that's all.", Ron stuttered, not wanting to ruin the first day.
It did look different, thought Harry. Her hair was, straight, like that time at the Yule Ball. She didn't look uglier or anything, or prettier if he must say so. Maybe that's because Harry only sees Hermione as his very good friend, not as a girlfriend.
Hermione dumped her things on the seat opposite the boys and sat glumly, not speaking a word. How dare they treat me like this, she thought to herself silently. They should've at least TRIED to say something nice! Sometimes boys are SO immature.
2hrs later:
Slowly the Hogwarts Express came to a stop infront of Hogmeade Station. Students rushed out in an excited hurry, wanting to get on the first carriage, except for the first years who were summoned to line up infront of Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts.
"Line up here, first years. Line up here!", Hagrid shouted at the already scared looking boys and girls. It's quite easy to understand why they are afraid of Hagrid. I mean, who would feel all warm inside when they see a man taller than any person on the street with lots hair?! But Harry and his friends know that inside that bush of hair, there's a kind loving Hagrid who just adores animals. Harry signed. Again, he felt the warm welcome glow of having a nice and happy home.
" No, you didn't!"
"Yes, I did, Ron. It's time I get a new one anyway. Want to see it?"
"Blimey, yes!"
Harry reached into his trunk and got out a long, thin parcel that he handed to Ron, a very bad tempered red head. The red head eagerly ripped open the parcel.
"Whoa! Firebolt 2004. Malfoy's the one with the dribbling mouth this time. With his stupid Firebolt 2001, he'll never beat you, Harry!"
The black hair boy didn't answer. He merely stared at his friend's robe in surprise.
"Ron...y-your..."
"Oh yeah, my robe. Mum got it for me as an early birthday present. You should've seen Fred and George's face. They were well and truly jealous."
Harry face broke into a familiar grin and slapped his friend's back. It was good to be back at Hogwarts, Harry thought. With all the familiar surroundings and a loving home which he will never get back in Privet Drive. The carriage door opened.
"Hey, Hermione! W-what's with your hair? It looks somehow different.", Ron said, breaking Harry's thought. Harry looked up, and saw a familiar face, but different.
"Don't you like it?", Hermione demanded, a little disappointed.
"Y-yeah, sure I do. It's just different that's all.", Ron stuttered, not wanting to ruin the first day.
It did look different, thought Harry. Her hair was, straight, like that time at the Yule Ball. She didn't look uglier or anything, or prettier if he must say so. Maybe that's because Harry only sees Hermione as his very good friend, not as a girlfriend.
Hermione dumped her things on the seat opposite the boys and sat glumly, not speaking a word. How dare they treat me like this, she thought to herself silently. They should've at least TRIED to say something nice! Sometimes boys are SO immature.
2hrs later:
Slowly the Hogwarts Express came to a stop infront of Hogmeade Station. Students rushed out in an excited hurry, wanting to get on the first carriage, except for the first years who were summoned to line up infront of Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts.
"Line up here, first years. Line up here!", Hagrid shouted at the already scared looking boys and girls. It's quite easy to understand why they are afraid of Hagrid. I mean, who would feel all warm inside when they see a man taller than any person on the street with lots hair?! But Harry and his friends know that inside that bush of hair, there's a kind loving Hagrid who just adores animals. Harry signed. Again, he felt the warm welcome glow of having a nice and happy home.