O, by the way, since I'm not JK Rolling, I don't own Harry Potter, and probably never will, well that is unless she amazingly wills Harry Potter some American that she's never met. Umm OK I'm blabbering, so here's the story. Yea, review!!!! PLEASE!!! I crave REVIEWS!
Me and Hermione were sitting in the middle of the town square. It was kinda scary, I decided, but cool too, these people just walked around every day doing their routines, and not realizing what a great thing they had going for them. It would have been great to be a witch,, I sighed to myself.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, and I looked up, I had probably trailed off mid-sentence to look at the family of wizards walking by.
"Oh, I dunno," I answered tentatively, "Have you ever gone people watching?"
"Not really." She said, and I took a deep breath winding up for my shpeal on the wonders of people watching.
"Oh! Here they come Dev!" she told me, and I looked around, I wanted to see these guys that she had been talking about, constantly, for the whole day. Into the ice cream parlor came 2 guys me and Hermione's age. One of them was maybe 5'5" with dark hair, celery green eyes, and a scar on his forehead. Despite the scar, he (who I assumed to be Harry) was kinda cute, in a messy kind of way. The other one, who must have been Ron was the opposite, he was taller than Harry by 3" or so, and had flaming red hair, and had the looks of a track runner (thin, but not skinny).
"Hey!" I yelled out to them, and they walked over, surprised because they obviously had no clue who I was.
"Who the heck are you?" Ron asked me, and I laughed, it's great when people just bluntly ask you things like that.
"My name's Dev… the loon" I held out my hand, and shook both of theirs. They looked to Hermione for an explanation of why some freak such as myself had joined their happy little posse.
"Umm, this is Dev." Hermione explained,
"We know THAT Hermione!" Ron cut in, "but what is she doing here?"
"No offense or anything," Harry spoke, trying to smooth over the insult
"'s OK," I said, "I'm from the Connecticut, in the United States, well, you can probably tell that from my accent, but anyway, I'm also a muggle, or whatever." I enjoyed the reaction to this, Harry pulled back from the table in surprise, and Ron leaned in closer.
"Really?" he asked, "What are you doing here."
"Oh, she's here as a sort of exchange student." Hermione broke in, and I sighed as the attention shifted back to her. "She saw Fudge do some magic, and well, she ended up here."
"But wouldn't you have just had your memory erased?" Harry asked, and my eyes narrowed
"NO ONE, is going to erase my memory!" I said, and then grinned to myself, "and anyway, I snapped his wand in half, so it'll be a good long time till he tries to mess my mind up more than it already is!" There was a sort of uncomfortable silence, "Hey," I broke in, Umm how bout ice cream, treat of the ministry of magic's charge account!"
"Now this girl speaks my language!" Ron smiled, and I felt a tingle run up my spine.
*~*~*
The train was bright red, and really pretty (if you can call a train pretty). I dragged my trunk out onto platform 9 and ¾ and drafted Harry and Ron to drag the thing onto the train.
"Jeese!" Ron puffed as he finally put it into the luggage compartment, "why didn't you just have your dad put a spel-, oh."
I laughed, "You forgot didn't you?" I asked, and he smiled sheepishly, at that moment, I was glad that my skin was just the right tone so that it rarely showed a blush, because I could feel my face get warm. Then he rushed out and pulled Hermione's trunk onto the train with ease. Hermione walked a bit sullenly onto the train, it was strange, but she had been acting that way ever since the ice cream parlor.
"So, got the back to school blues?" I asked, feeling a little strange, she had refused to sit with Harry and Ron on the train, so we were all alone.
"Oh, not really," she answered, "School's so much fun! I mean, the work's not all that hard, and, it's just fun to be there!"
"Really?" I asked, "most kids would rather go to the dentist than have to go to school.
"Ummm," she said
"What? You like dentists too?" I laughed
"My parents are both dentists." She smirked, and I clapped my hand over my mouth.
"Open mouth, insert foot!" I pronounced, "but do you mind if I took off my shoe first, it's leather, and I'm a vegetarian!" she laughed, and I was glad that she hadn't taken too much offense. I was going to be hanging out with her all year, I didn't want to make an enemy, plus, she was nice.
The nest hour was spent detailing what I was going to tell people, from what I could tell, I wasn't allowed to even talk to this one kid, Draco.
"Why?" I had asked, and the whole story came out, there was some type of group (sorta like the KKK) run by the fathers of a few people in the school.
"It can't be PROOVEN of course!" Hermione said, "But there's no denying it, and any muggle's not safe." I touched my hoop earrings, and hoped that the spell that had been cast on them really would neutralize all the magic that tried to touch me.
I walked down the isle of the train towards the lady with the food, food is good no matter where you are, however magical or strange, and I was one of the lucky few with the metabolism to match my diet. I grabbed a few more chocolate frogs, and started back to the cabin. Suddenly, I found myself pinned against the wall.
"I've heard about you muggle!" I heard through the black fog that had clouded my vision when I hit the wall. I tried to breath in, and found that there was a hand squeezing my windpipe. I blinked, and saw the face of my attackers. One's hair was a light, light, blonde, which matched perfectly with his pure white skin. Behind him stood tow shapeless blobs, who would have been playing football at any school in America.
\ "There's no way that I'm going to let you set foot in Hogwarts!" I glared at him, but there wasn't much else I could do. A short little red headed girl began to walk down the hall way, and seeing what was happening, ran into a compartment close by. 'Good,' I though to myself, 'help's coming'. I tried to struggle out of his grip, but the guy, Draco I assumed, had me completely helpless. The edges of my vision started to move in, and I fought to stay awake, fearing what he would do to me if I were unconscious.
I heard a door open, and the girl, dragged Harry, closely followed by Ron into the isle.
"Draco!" Harry yelled, sounding far away. Hazily, I realized that Ron had began to run towards me, I just have to stay awake for a few more seconds I thought, but my eyelids began to close, and the world turned black.
Me and Hermione were sitting in the middle of the town square. It was kinda scary, I decided, but cool too, these people just walked around every day doing their routines, and not realizing what a great thing they had going for them. It would have been great to be a witch,, I sighed to myself.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, and I looked up, I had probably trailed off mid-sentence to look at the family of wizards walking by.
"Oh, I dunno," I answered tentatively, "Have you ever gone people watching?"
"Not really." She said, and I took a deep breath winding up for my shpeal on the wonders of people watching.
"Oh! Here they come Dev!" she told me, and I looked around, I wanted to see these guys that she had been talking about, constantly, for the whole day. Into the ice cream parlor came 2 guys me and Hermione's age. One of them was maybe 5'5" with dark hair, celery green eyes, and a scar on his forehead. Despite the scar, he (who I assumed to be Harry) was kinda cute, in a messy kind of way. The other one, who must have been Ron was the opposite, he was taller than Harry by 3" or so, and had flaming red hair, and had the looks of a track runner (thin, but not skinny).
"Hey!" I yelled out to them, and they walked over, surprised because they obviously had no clue who I was.
"Who the heck are you?" Ron asked me, and I laughed, it's great when people just bluntly ask you things like that.
"My name's Dev… the loon" I held out my hand, and shook both of theirs. They looked to Hermione for an explanation of why some freak such as myself had joined their happy little posse.
"Umm, this is Dev." Hermione explained,
"We know THAT Hermione!" Ron cut in, "but what is she doing here?"
"No offense or anything," Harry spoke, trying to smooth over the insult
"'s OK," I said, "I'm from the Connecticut, in the United States, well, you can probably tell that from my accent, but anyway, I'm also a muggle, or whatever." I enjoyed the reaction to this, Harry pulled back from the table in surprise, and Ron leaned in closer.
"Really?" he asked, "What are you doing here."
"Oh, she's here as a sort of exchange student." Hermione broke in, and I sighed as the attention shifted back to her. "She saw Fudge do some magic, and well, she ended up here."
"But wouldn't you have just had your memory erased?" Harry asked, and my eyes narrowed
"NO ONE, is going to erase my memory!" I said, and then grinned to myself, "and anyway, I snapped his wand in half, so it'll be a good long time till he tries to mess my mind up more than it already is!" There was a sort of uncomfortable silence, "Hey," I broke in, Umm how bout ice cream, treat of the ministry of magic's charge account!"
"Now this girl speaks my language!" Ron smiled, and I felt a tingle run up my spine.
*~*~*
The train was bright red, and really pretty (if you can call a train pretty). I dragged my trunk out onto platform 9 and ¾ and drafted Harry and Ron to drag the thing onto the train.
"Jeese!" Ron puffed as he finally put it into the luggage compartment, "why didn't you just have your dad put a spel-, oh."
I laughed, "You forgot didn't you?" I asked, and he smiled sheepishly, at that moment, I was glad that my skin was just the right tone so that it rarely showed a blush, because I could feel my face get warm. Then he rushed out and pulled Hermione's trunk onto the train with ease. Hermione walked a bit sullenly onto the train, it was strange, but she had been acting that way ever since the ice cream parlor.
"So, got the back to school blues?" I asked, feeling a little strange, she had refused to sit with Harry and Ron on the train, so we were all alone.
"Oh, not really," she answered, "School's so much fun! I mean, the work's not all that hard, and, it's just fun to be there!"
"Really?" I asked, "most kids would rather go to the dentist than have to go to school.
"Ummm," she said
"What? You like dentists too?" I laughed
"My parents are both dentists." She smirked, and I clapped my hand over my mouth.
"Open mouth, insert foot!" I pronounced, "but do you mind if I took off my shoe first, it's leather, and I'm a vegetarian!" she laughed, and I was glad that she hadn't taken too much offense. I was going to be hanging out with her all year, I didn't want to make an enemy, plus, she was nice.
The nest hour was spent detailing what I was going to tell people, from what I could tell, I wasn't allowed to even talk to this one kid, Draco.
"Why?" I had asked, and the whole story came out, there was some type of group (sorta like the KKK) run by the fathers of a few people in the school.
"It can't be PROOVEN of course!" Hermione said, "But there's no denying it, and any muggle's not safe." I touched my hoop earrings, and hoped that the spell that had been cast on them really would neutralize all the magic that tried to touch me.
I walked down the isle of the train towards the lady with the food, food is good no matter where you are, however magical or strange, and I was one of the lucky few with the metabolism to match my diet. I grabbed a few more chocolate frogs, and started back to the cabin. Suddenly, I found myself pinned against the wall.
"I've heard about you muggle!" I heard through the black fog that had clouded my vision when I hit the wall. I tried to breath in, and found that there was a hand squeezing my windpipe. I blinked, and saw the face of my attackers. One's hair was a light, light, blonde, which matched perfectly with his pure white skin. Behind him stood tow shapeless blobs, who would have been playing football at any school in America.
\ "There's no way that I'm going to let you set foot in Hogwarts!" I glared at him, but there wasn't much else I could do. A short little red headed girl began to walk down the hall way, and seeing what was happening, ran into a compartment close by. 'Good,' I though to myself, 'help's coming'. I tried to struggle out of his grip, but the guy, Draco I assumed, had me completely helpless. The edges of my vision started to move in, and I fought to stay awake, fearing what he would do to me if I were unconscious.
I heard a door open, and the girl, dragged Harry, closely followed by Ron into the isle.
"Draco!" Harry yelled, sounding far away. Hazily, I realized that Ron had began to run towards me, I just have to stay awake for a few more seconds I thought, but my eyelids began to close, and the world turned black.
