Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter and Hogwarts related things. The plot and any new characters are mine
There is no such thing in love. I am no longer a believer in love. Love is a fantasy; a poisoned dream disguised as an elixir. I sit here now, wondering if what I had experienced was in fact, love. The sun kisses my body softly, and the smells of sweet jasmine and white roses fill the air as I reminisce of my last year at Hogwarts. It all started with a simple greeting from one jet black haired, bespectacled, green eyed boy...
Whirls and wisps of robes flew around everywhere, as the Hogwarts Express came to a slow but definite stop.
I felt a prod on my shoulder.
"Hello? I'm sorry to wake you, but the train has almost arrived at Hogwarts."
I groggily forced my eyes open to see a boy of seventeen, stare down at me with a friendly smile. Not only did he strike me as daringly handsome, I had seen him before around Hogwarts and in the papers quite frequently. But it couldn't be, it just couldn't! He was…he was….
"Harry Potter…" I was awestruck, as I pushed myself up from the comfortable seat in the compartment. My eyes flickered quickly, to his forehead where the infamous scar lay triumphantly as a mark of courage, bravery and charisma. I was so intrigued by the jagged line that stood out to me, from behind his messy dark fringe that I barely noticed the boy who lived, when he started to interrupt my trance.
"Yes, most people do tend to stare. I wish they wouldn't though. I'm sorry, are you in Ravenclaw? I don't think we've been formally introduced before. Harry Potter, pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand out for me to shake, and I nervously held his hand in what was a very sloppy handshake.
Harry laughed at me, as my hand retreated into the depths of my dark blue robes. His eyes, sparkling in the most brilliant emerald green, danced with amusement.
"I'm Christine Winch, sixth year at Hogwarts. I'm in Ravenclaw." I answered in an almost questioning tone. It seemed as though he had always known, by the way he was wearing his smile just then. I kept my introduction short, making sure to leave enough ambiguity to allow him to venture out a few questions later.
"Well, Christine, I think it's about time we headed up to Hogwarts for that feast. I'm starved. Most of the others have already headed up by themselves, let's share a carriage and hope we don't miss the Sorting. I'd be most disappointed if I didn't get a chance to see it this year." Harry gave me a quick smile, and proceeded towards the door to exit the train, with my trunk in hand.
"He has finally noticed me. He is even better-looking up close in real life, and much friendlier than the other girls said he had been when they attempted to strike up a conversation with him. Maybe this will be the start to a very interesting year... " I collected myself of my thoughts, and followed his tall figure towards Hogwarts.
Author's Note: R&R, this is my first story and any sort of feedback would be most welcome. Thanks!