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Just a Reminder: The first chapter was the Prologue. It was a brief glimpse into the future, but now we get to go back in time and see how they got there in the first place. Whose excited? Hehehe..please review for me, Ive been dedicating my entire life to writing it!!!
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Chapter 1. Loathing Enemies
Above all things, never be afraid. The enemy who forces you to retreat is himself afraid of you at that very moment. -Andre Maurois
The house was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. Most of the time it was impossible to sleep past nine o'clock because of all the hustle and bustle, but this Saturday was different. Krista rolled over and smacked the alarm clock off her dresser and it hit the floor with an even louder thud.
'It's quiet' she thought as she rose from her bed and stretched her arms. Her toes felt for the floor and she stood and cracked her back. 'It's very quiet.'
It was even quiet when she headed to the bathroom to take a shower. It was even quieter when she went downstairs to make herself a hot bowl of oatmeal. She sighed and sat in the kitchen chair wondering where everyone was. It wasn't normal for her family to be out of the house this early on a Saturday. Then again nothing was normal to her family anymore. The kitchen curtain blew in the wind and she pulled it aside and looked out into the world. It was much more of a Saturday outside. People rushed around impatiently and car horns honked obnoxiously at passing pedestrians. She wanted to open the front door and scream out to the world that she was finally leaving, but instead she placed her bowl into the sink and skipped back upstairs to her room.
She swung open her door and rushed to her window throwing back the curtains that blocked the beautiful sunlight. There was a slight chill in the air and she decided that it was smart idea to throw on a light sweater over her tee shirt. She looked over to the corner of her room at an enormous trunk. She opened it and grabbed the first sweater she saw pulling it quickly over her head. Turning around she looked into the mirror that hung on the back of her bedroom door. There she was Krista Kaelin, all 5'3", starring right back at her. She stuck out her tongue and grimaced at the reflection. Disgusted with her appearance she turned away and grabbed a brush. Brown hair hung down to the middle of her back with many red highlights. It was normally wavy and out of control but today it seemed to have taken on a mind of its own. She brushed it softly and looked at her face. Her eyes were a deep blue-green and her skin tone was a bit pale. 'I look like a deranged Albino' she thought putting her brush back onto her dresser. A deep red color filled her cheeks, which was usually blamed from her Irish roots, but she knew that today it was because she was swimming in nervousness. It wasn't to unusual to be nervous though, it's not everyday that seventeen year old girls go off and attend school in England. Of course some kids would have died for the opportunity, she knew that all to well. However they were not attending the same school that she was. In fact if anyone found out where she was going it would definitely result in a two- hour session of "Lets Pick On Krista", which happened to be her friend's favorite game.
" I don't understand. what's so terrible about magic and fantasy," she said out loud. Sighing deeply she began playing with the necklace that hung around her neck. It had always brought her comfort when she needed it the most.
'I always need comfort. Ever since I can remember I had been interested in magic and fantasy.and it always caused arguments between my friends and me. My dreams though.were so real sometimes, consisting of unicorns and wild creatures, kingdoms and enchanted forests.but most of all witches and wizards.' Her head spun with these thoughts knowing that it was her friends that caused her all these introverted feelings. All they ever wanted to do was go shopping at the mall. God how she wanted to vomit each time that was suggested.
Yet know among all the jokes and laughs here she was, ready to embark on her own adventure. What a jolt it would have been to show her friends the acceptance letter she received from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes this was what she had been waiting for her whole life. A chance to be among people who felt the same way as she did. A chance to be rid of all her annoying muggle friends. ( Muggles are non magic folk. She learned this when she attended a special summer catch up class with Professor McGonagall.) When the letter first arrived at her house she was a bit taken back. At first she wasn't quite sure whether or not it was a fake but her parents insisted that it was real. They took a flight over to London and found the Leaky Cauldron; the letter had said that they could locate Diagon Alley through a back entrance.
When they entered Diagon Alley Krista didn't know whether to cry or to faint. It was everything she had ever dreamed. The note said to exchange money at the Gringotts Bank, and so her parents guided her through the mess of people whom were busy running errands and making small chat. When they left Gringotts they followed the list exactly, rushing in and out of stores, buying ink and quills and books until finally she was to buy her wand. She made her way into Ollivanders and much to her surprise Mr. Ollivander himself was already standing there waiting for her. He measured her and looked her over a few times before pulling out some boxes. Fourteen boxes later the wand had finally chosen her, an 8-½ inch cedar wood wand lined with unicorn hair. The power she felt when she held it was unbelievable. everything that was happening was unbelievable.
After shopping in Diagon Alley her family headed to Hogwarts where they left her for two months. The school term had already ended so it was just the teachers and Krista that occupied the school. Professor Dumbledore (the headmaster of the school) informed her that if she could not grasp the arts that were required, she would have to begin as a first year. The first years were eleven years old; there was no way she was going to let that happen. It seemed like a tremendous amount of work, but after vigorous study and final exams Prof. McGonagall informed her that she had exceeded well beyond that in which she was required. Prof. McGonagall said that she would have to be sorted into the houses just like everyone else.she had a good feeling Krista would be in Gryffindor, but said not to get her hopes up. She gave her a ticket to arrive at Platform 9 ¾ on Sept. 1 and also a book, Hogwarts: A History, so she could brush up on the school itself. Returning home she was filled with excitement and energy and that energy grew last week when she began packing her trunks for school.
Krista smiled to herself and sat on the edge of her bed.
'Could life possibly get any sweeter than this' she thought falling onto her back.
" Krista!" her mother called from downstairs," Are you ready to go? We need to take you to the airport soon. "
Krista sat up quickly and grabbed her trunk. She was not going to be late for anything. Stopping only for a moment she looked around her room again and smiled knowing she wouldn't be back home until Christmas. She closed her door and dragged her trunk down the stairs. Her mother stood there with her hands on her tiny hips and her light blonde hair in a messy bun. Krista never thought she looked much like her mother, but her mother said it was because genes skip, and that she looked like her Grandmother.
" Ok Im ready.lets go.," she said in exhaustion. She plopped herself onto the trunk and took a deep breath. Pulling trunks around all day is quite a work out.
" We just have to wait for your father to load the car." her mothers eyes became glassy and moist, " Oh my girl.Im going to miss you." She threw her arms around Krista and squeezed her between her arms. " I know mom, but I'll write, and just think I'll make the perfect little Christmas gift when I come home. " she smiled at her mother who laughed in between sobs.
" Lets go ladies" her father had poked his head in the door.
They marched to the dreaded minivan and piled in. This is it she thought I, Krista Kaelin will finally be alive.
*****
The flight had been a bit longer than expected but it was the least of her worries. She had taken a cab to Kings Cross Station and found a burley looking man to help get her trunk onto a cart. She pushed the cart slowly looking at everything in the station.
'How can these people be so stupid.little do they know there is a hidden train station beyond that wall' she laughed to herself and peered at the wall between platforms nine and ten. Prof. McGonagall had told her to run at it full speed if she was nervous, and she was. So she started slow, only attracting the attention of a six-year-old boy. She began to pick up speed hoping that when she hit the wall she wouldn't really hit the wall! Closing her eyes was the only comfort she had and as she did it she felt herself being pulled through something. Almost like a string was attached to her bellybutton pulling her through to the other side. She sighed in relief when she opened her eyes to a shiny-waxed train that read Hogwarts Express...everything was fine. However the six-year-old muggle boy on the other side of the wall grabbed his mother's shirt and yanked her over to the wall.
" Mum didn't you see? That girl ran right through this wall! " He poked at it and nothing happened.
" Please William, not now." she rolled her eyes and continued walking but the boy, obviously still in shock, just stood there wondering how that girl had done it.
*****
The sunbeams danced down from the sky and hit the waxed train as though it was made of pure crystal. Platform 9 ¾ was buzzing with people, many of them carrying trunks for children that were either to small or already on the train. Krista pinched herself hard and let out a small yelp. She just wanted to make sure that everything she was seeing was real. She pushed her cart over to the side of the train and loaded her belongings into the compartment. A deep agonizing pain hit her arm and she grabbed it wishing she didn't pinch herself so hard.
The train was jammed with kids of many ages and it looked as though it would be impossible to find an empty seat. She headed to the next car and spotted one next to a boy about her age. He seemed friendly enough laughing with another boy next to him she didn't think he would mind all that much if she sat down. Or at least she hoped he didn't mind, but she swallowed her fear and sat.
" And just what do you think your doing?" The tone of his voice was cold and harsh, not at all like she had expected. His face remained expressionless and his eyes were gray with death.
" Krista Kaelin, first year at Hogwarts, from America. " she smiled politely and held out her hand. He didn't seem to care very much; in fact his stare had become a bit frightening.
" Aren't you a little bit old to be in your first year? Are you stupid or something?" he laughed and looked at his friend who had been whispering in his ear. The boy with the gray eyes listened intently and then shot her a look of pure evil, of pure hatred, " I know who you are, Mudblood. " many people gasped when he said this, and Krista figured it was probably some form of wizard curse word. His face moved close to hers until it was nearly an inch from her face, " we have been waiting for you" he whispered before pulling his face away from hers, " Great she breathed on me.Mudblood germs everywhere." he laughed again.
" I don't appreciate you speaking to me like that. " Krista stood from her seat and looked him straight in the eye. He Irish temper had worked its way up to maximum force and she could feel her fists curl into tight balls.
His face had become red with anger and he reached around for something in his robe, " No Mudblood ever speaks back to me," and from his robe he removed his wand, " Now lets see what kind of disfiguration I can inflict upon your face," he pointed the wand directly at Krista and she let out a cry.
Desperately she tried to turn around but his friend had positioned himself directly behind her.
'Wonderful, my first day and already Im making enemies and causing trouble.'
She turned back around to face the heartless individual who was threatening her. But when she did there was another boy standing in between them. He was taller then the nasty one, with messy black hair and a firm stance. Just by his body language she could tell that he wasn't fond of the gray-eyed boy either.
" Back off Malfoy! " his wand was out as well and by now many people had gathered into the car to see what the fuss was all about.
" Potter, do you always have to spoil my fun?" he paused and looked around the car. His face had become even redder and Krista could have sworn that his eyes had become even darker, " it's no matter.she will get what's coming to her." he looked at her again with eyes of anger and then sat back down with his friend.
Krista grabbed her necklace and rubbed the hanging orb between her fingers.
'Thank God this thing calms me down some.'
" Are you alright?" the boy asked taking her shoulder and guiding her into the next car.
" Yes.Im fine, thank you." she smiled and followed him into the next train car anxiously.
There were already two people sitting there, deep in conversation, but as they entered the car they stopped and smiled at the two. The messy haired boy offered Krista a seat next to another boy, and he took his seat next to a girl.
" This," he said nodding his head towards the girl, " is Hermione Granger." She smiled and extended her hand.
" Don't worry, Im from muggles too.," she laughed, " Malfoy can be quite terrible at times." Krista smiled. Hermione was pretty in an ordinary sort of way. Her hair was a darker shade of brown than Krista's and she was a bit taller as well. " This is Ron Weasley.Only Im not sure if he is dead or alive at the moment."
She looked over to the boy sitting next to Krista and slapped him on the knee.
" Oh! Im sorry," his face grew red and his voice was shaky, " Im Ron.Ron Weasley" he held out his hand and shook Krista's violently.
" She knows that already Ron.honestly. " Hermione rolled her eyes and looked out the window. Krista pulled her hand from Ron's and looked back at the boy with the messy hair. " Im Krista Kaelin, from America.first year here" she held out her hand hoping her hero would introduce himself. When he didn't she took it upon herself to ask him. " May I ask you your name.since you saved me and all."
He looked at her with a surprised expression, almost as if he had expected her to know who he was. She felt dumb at that moment knowing that he probably thought she was beyond muggle stupid. However he smiled instead and held out his hand.
" Harry Potter" he smiled and looked over at Hermione who was still looking out the window.
It didn't matter much though because Krista nearly fell out of her seat when he said this.
'Harry Potter...Oh my.he was in every book that I studied, everything I read.he was the boy who defeated Voldermort.he was the boy who lived.'
Krista's hand was on her face as she though this. Her reflexes acted quickly though and soon she found herself shaking Harry's hand just as violently as Ron had shaken hers. He laughed and sat back into his seat smiling. Out of all the people to become friends with, she had been lucky enough for it to be Harry Potter. The train sped easy down the track and the sunlight shined brilliantly through the window. Krista let out a small giggle. The year was going to be simply amazing.
*****
'She's cute' thought Harry as the train puttered down the track towards Hogwarts.
He looked over to Hermione who was giggling with Krista as if they were old friends. They would be good for each other, he could sense that right away, but there was something else about Krista that made him curious. When he looked at her he saw a normal, happy girl, but when he looked into her eyes there was so much more. It was like a mountain had been lifted from his chest, but yet he could not put his finger on it. Something grabbed his arm and he looked down. Ron was shaking him, challenging him to a game of wizards chess, so instead of staring at her like a museum item Harry decided that chess would probably be a good idea.
Just a Reminder: The first chapter was the Prologue. It was a brief glimpse into the future, but now we get to go back in time and see how they got there in the first place. Whose excited? Hehehe..please review for me, Ive been dedicating my entire life to writing it!!!
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Chapter 1. Loathing Enemies
Above all things, never be afraid. The enemy who forces you to retreat is himself afraid of you at that very moment. -Andre Maurois
The house was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. Most of the time it was impossible to sleep past nine o'clock because of all the hustle and bustle, but this Saturday was different. Krista rolled over and smacked the alarm clock off her dresser and it hit the floor with an even louder thud.
'It's quiet' she thought as she rose from her bed and stretched her arms. Her toes felt for the floor and she stood and cracked her back. 'It's very quiet.'
It was even quiet when she headed to the bathroom to take a shower. It was even quieter when she went downstairs to make herself a hot bowl of oatmeal. She sighed and sat in the kitchen chair wondering where everyone was. It wasn't normal for her family to be out of the house this early on a Saturday. Then again nothing was normal to her family anymore. The kitchen curtain blew in the wind and she pulled it aside and looked out into the world. It was much more of a Saturday outside. People rushed around impatiently and car horns honked obnoxiously at passing pedestrians. She wanted to open the front door and scream out to the world that she was finally leaving, but instead she placed her bowl into the sink and skipped back upstairs to her room.
She swung open her door and rushed to her window throwing back the curtains that blocked the beautiful sunlight. There was a slight chill in the air and she decided that it was smart idea to throw on a light sweater over her tee shirt. She looked over to the corner of her room at an enormous trunk. She opened it and grabbed the first sweater she saw pulling it quickly over her head. Turning around she looked into the mirror that hung on the back of her bedroom door. There she was Krista Kaelin, all 5'3", starring right back at her. She stuck out her tongue and grimaced at the reflection. Disgusted with her appearance she turned away and grabbed a brush. Brown hair hung down to the middle of her back with many red highlights. It was normally wavy and out of control but today it seemed to have taken on a mind of its own. She brushed it softly and looked at her face. Her eyes were a deep blue-green and her skin tone was a bit pale. 'I look like a deranged Albino' she thought putting her brush back onto her dresser. A deep red color filled her cheeks, which was usually blamed from her Irish roots, but she knew that today it was because she was swimming in nervousness. It wasn't to unusual to be nervous though, it's not everyday that seventeen year old girls go off and attend school in England. Of course some kids would have died for the opportunity, she knew that all to well. However they were not attending the same school that she was. In fact if anyone found out where she was going it would definitely result in a two- hour session of "Lets Pick On Krista", which happened to be her friend's favorite game.
" I don't understand. what's so terrible about magic and fantasy," she said out loud. Sighing deeply she began playing with the necklace that hung around her neck. It had always brought her comfort when she needed it the most.
'I always need comfort. Ever since I can remember I had been interested in magic and fantasy.and it always caused arguments between my friends and me. My dreams though.were so real sometimes, consisting of unicorns and wild creatures, kingdoms and enchanted forests.but most of all witches and wizards.' Her head spun with these thoughts knowing that it was her friends that caused her all these introverted feelings. All they ever wanted to do was go shopping at the mall. God how she wanted to vomit each time that was suggested.
Yet know among all the jokes and laughs here she was, ready to embark on her own adventure. What a jolt it would have been to show her friends the acceptance letter she received from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes this was what she had been waiting for her whole life. A chance to be among people who felt the same way as she did. A chance to be rid of all her annoying muggle friends. ( Muggles are non magic folk. She learned this when she attended a special summer catch up class with Professor McGonagall.) When the letter first arrived at her house she was a bit taken back. At first she wasn't quite sure whether or not it was a fake but her parents insisted that it was real. They took a flight over to London and found the Leaky Cauldron; the letter had said that they could locate Diagon Alley through a back entrance.
When they entered Diagon Alley Krista didn't know whether to cry or to faint. It was everything she had ever dreamed. The note said to exchange money at the Gringotts Bank, and so her parents guided her through the mess of people whom were busy running errands and making small chat. When they left Gringotts they followed the list exactly, rushing in and out of stores, buying ink and quills and books until finally she was to buy her wand. She made her way into Ollivanders and much to her surprise Mr. Ollivander himself was already standing there waiting for her. He measured her and looked her over a few times before pulling out some boxes. Fourteen boxes later the wand had finally chosen her, an 8-½ inch cedar wood wand lined with unicorn hair. The power she felt when she held it was unbelievable. everything that was happening was unbelievable.
After shopping in Diagon Alley her family headed to Hogwarts where they left her for two months. The school term had already ended so it was just the teachers and Krista that occupied the school. Professor Dumbledore (the headmaster of the school) informed her that if she could not grasp the arts that were required, she would have to begin as a first year. The first years were eleven years old; there was no way she was going to let that happen. It seemed like a tremendous amount of work, but after vigorous study and final exams Prof. McGonagall informed her that she had exceeded well beyond that in which she was required. Prof. McGonagall said that she would have to be sorted into the houses just like everyone else.she had a good feeling Krista would be in Gryffindor, but said not to get her hopes up. She gave her a ticket to arrive at Platform 9 ¾ on Sept. 1 and also a book, Hogwarts: A History, so she could brush up on the school itself. Returning home she was filled with excitement and energy and that energy grew last week when she began packing her trunks for school.
Krista smiled to herself and sat on the edge of her bed.
'Could life possibly get any sweeter than this' she thought falling onto her back.
" Krista!" her mother called from downstairs," Are you ready to go? We need to take you to the airport soon. "
Krista sat up quickly and grabbed her trunk. She was not going to be late for anything. Stopping only for a moment she looked around her room again and smiled knowing she wouldn't be back home until Christmas. She closed her door and dragged her trunk down the stairs. Her mother stood there with her hands on her tiny hips and her light blonde hair in a messy bun. Krista never thought she looked much like her mother, but her mother said it was because genes skip, and that she looked like her Grandmother.
" Ok Im ready.lets go.," she said in exhaustion. She plopped herself onto the trunk and took a deep breath. Pulling trunks around all day is quite a work out.
" We just have to wait for your father to load the car." her mothers eyes became glassy and moist, " Oh my girl.Im going to miss you." She threw her arms around Krista and squeezed her between her arms. " I know mom, but I'll write, and just think I'll make the perfect little Christmas gift when I come home. " she smiled at her mother who laughed in between sobs.
" Lets go ladies" her father had poked his head in the door.
They marched to the dreaded minivan and piled in. This is it she thought I, Krista Kaelin will finally be alive.
*****
The flight had been a bit longer than expected but it was the least of her worries. She had taken a cab to Kings Cross Station and found a burley looking man to help get her trunk onto a cart. She pushed the cart slowly looking at everything in the station.
'How can these people be so stupid.little do they know there is a hidden train station beyond that wall' she laughed to herself and peered at the wall between platforms nine and ten. Prof. McGonagall had told her to run at it full speed if she was nervous, and she was. So she started slow, only attracting the attention of a six-year-old boy. She began to pick up speed hoping that when she hit the wall she wouldn't really hit the wall! Closing her eyes was the only comfort she had and as she did it she felt herself being pulled through something. Almost like a string was attached to her bellybutton pulling her through to the other side. She sighed in relief when she opened her eyes to a shiny-waxed train that read Hogwarts Express...everything was fine. However the six-year-old muggle boy on the other side of the wall grabbed his mother's shirt and yanked her over to the wall.
" Mum didn't you see? That girl ran right through this wall! " He poked at it and nothing happened.
" Please William, not now." she rolled her eyes and continued walking but the boy, obviously still in shock, just stood there wondering how that girl had done it.
*****
The sunbeams danced down from the sky and hit the waxed train as though it was made of pure crystal. Platform 9 ¾ was buzzing with people, many of them carrying trunks for children that were either to small or already on the train. Krista pinched herself hard and let out a small yelp. She just wanted to make sure that everything she was seeing was real. She pushed her cart over to the side of the train and loaded her belongings into the compartment. A deep agonizing pain hit her arm and she grabbed it wishing she didn't pinch herself so hard.
The train was jammed with kids of many ages and it looked as though it would be impossible to find an empty seat. She headed to the next car and spotted one next to a boy about her age. He seemed friendly enough laughing with another boy next to him she didn't think he would mind all that much if she sat down. Or at least she hoped he didn't mind, but she swallowed her fear and sat.
" And just what do you think your doing?" The tone of his voice was cold and harsh, not at all like she had expected. His face remained expressionless and his eyes were gray with death.
" Krista Kaelin, first year at Hogwarts, from America. " she smiled politely and held out her hand. He didn't seem to care very much; in fact his stare had become a bit frightening.
" Aren't you a little bit old to be in your first year? Are you stupid or something?" he laughed and looked at his friend who had been whispering in his ear. The boy with the gray eyes listened intently and then shot her a look of pure evil, of pure hatred, " I know who you are, Mudblood. " many people gasped when he said this, and Krista figured it was probably some form of wizard curse word. His face moved close to hers until it was nearly an inch from her face, " we have been waiting for you" he whispered before pulling his face away from hers, " Great she breathed on me.Mudblood germs everywhere." he laughed again.
" I don't appreciate you speaking to me like that. " Krista stood from her seat and looked him straight in the eye. He Irish temper had worked its way up to maximum force and she could feel her fists curl into tight balls.
His face had become red with anger and he reached around for something in his robe, " No Mudblood ever speaks back to me," and from his robe he removed his wand, " Now lets see what kind of disfiguration I can inflict upon your face," he pointed the wand directly at Krista and she let out a cry.
Desperately she tried to turn around but his friend had positioned himself directly behind her.
'Wonderful, my first day and already Im making enemies and causing trouble.'
She turned back around to face the heartless individual who was threatening her. But when she did there was another boy standing in between them. He was taller then the nasty one, with messy black hair and a firm stance. Just by his body language she could tell that he wasn't fond of the gray-eyed boy either.
" Back off Malfoy! " his wand was out as well and by now many people had gathered into the car to see what the fuss was all about.
" Potter, do you always have to spoil my fun?" he paused and looked around the car. His face had become even redder and Krista could have sworn that his eyes had become even darker, " it's no matter.she will get what's coming to her." he looked at her again with eyes of anger and then sat back down with his friend.
Krista grabbed her necklace and rubbed the hanging orb between her fingers.
'Thank God this thing calms me down some.'
" Are you alright?" the boy asked taking her shoulder and guiding her into the next car.
" Yes.Im fine, thank you." she smiled and followed him into the next train car anxiously.
There were already two people sitting there, deep in conversation, but as they entered the car they stopped and smiled at the two. The messy haired boy offered Krista a seat next to another boy, and he took his seat next to a girl.
" This," he said nodding his head towards the girl, " is Hermione Granger." She smiled and extended her hand.
" Don't worry, Im from muggles too.," she laughed, " Malfoy can be quite terrible at times." Krista smiled. Hermione was pretty in an ordinary sort of way. Her hair was a darker shade of brown than Krista's and she was a bit taller as well. " This is Ron Weasley.Only Im not sure if he is dead or alive at the moment."
She looked over to the boy sitting next to Krista and slapped him on the knee.
" Oh! Im sorry," his face grew red and his voice was shaky, " Im Ron.Ron Weasley" he held out his hand and shook Krista's violently.
" She knows that already Ron.honestly. " Hermione rolled her eyes and looked out the window. Krista pulled her hand from Ron's and looked back at the boy with the messy hair. " Im Krista Kaelin, from America.first year here" she held out her hand hoping her hero would introduce himself. When he didn't she took it upon herself to ask him. " May I ask you your name.since you saved me and all."
He looked at her with a surprised expression, almost as if he had expected her to know who he was. She felt dumb at that moment knowing that he probably thought she was beyond muggle stupid. However he smiled instead and held out his hand.
" Harry Potter" he smiled and looked over at Hermione who was still looking out the window.
It didn't matter much though because Krista nearly fell out of her seat when he said this.
'Harry Potter...Oh my.he was in every book that I studied, everything I read.he was the boy who defeated Voldermort.he was the boy who lived.'
Krista's hand was on her face as she though this. Her reflexes acted quickly though and soon she found herself shaking Harry's hand just as violently as Ron had shaken hers. He laughed and sat back into his seat smiling. Out of all the people to become friends with, she had been lucky enough for it to be Harry Potter. The train sped easy down the track and the sunlight shined brilliantly through the window. Krista let out a small giggle. The year was going to be simply amazing.
*****
'She's cute' thought Harry as the train puttered down the track towards Hogwarts.
He looked over to Hermione who was giggling with Krista as if they were old friends. They would be good for each other, he could sense that right away, but there was something else about Krista that made him curious. When he looked at her he saw a normal, happy girl, but when he looked into her eyes there was so much more. It was like a mountain had been lifted from his chest, but yet he could not put his finger on it. Something grabbed his arm and he looked down. Ron was shaking him, challenging him to a game of wizards chess, so instead of staring at her like a museum item Harry decided that chess would probably be a good idea.