A/N: ok so this chapter would have been put up a long time ago but I made the mistake of using a floppy to save it on another computer and then it wouldn't open on any computer. So now I had to rewrite it and that made me really mad so I left it and promised to come back to it when I was ready. Then school started so I got distracted. But now I'm back (again) so here's the new and improved second chapter. All of the characters come from Jo's brilliant mind and I do not own any of them.
Neville then slid open the compartment door to find two extremely befuddled boys.
There was a long silence. Apparently, I would have to be the first to break it since Neville didn't look like he could even move, let alone speak.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one."
The boy to my left answered.
"We've already told him we haven't seen it," Apparently, this wasn't the last compartment.
I looked at this boy. He had a mop of shocking red hair, a pile of freckles framing his rather long nose and extremely tattered clothes, hand-me-downs probably, with large feet sticking out from beneath his jeans.
The silence seemed to be creeping back over us so I grabbed hold of whatever conversation I could.
I noticed the wand he was holding aloof.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then." I myself had practiced some magic over the summer but not for normal reasons. The only reason that I pretended to be interested in magic was to not make my parents suspicious of me when I bought extra spell books. It was in vain though. None of the books I had searched through had been able to explain the blue flash that I remembered. But I shook myself from my reverie and fixed my gaze on to the red-head as I plopped myself down on the seat across from him.
The two boys looked pretty stunned at this and the red-head stared at me with unnatural curiosity. But he seemed to shake himself and refocused on his wand.
"Er-all right." He cleared his throat, as if to create a dramatic effect and started to flourish his wand in such a way that I suddenly feared that one of our eyes would be stabbed.
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid fat rat yellow."
He jabbed my wand towards the rat snoozing on his lap. The rat didn't do as much as move.
"Are you sure that's a real spell?" I asked, feeling some pity for the boy. He really looked as if he thought the spell would work.
"Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me." now right now, I might be sounding a bit snoody, but I'm not really. It's just when I get nervous. I start talking really fast and I say just about anything that comes to mind. And boy was I nervous. The carrot-top was staring at me in an irksome way that sent my heart fluttering and caused heat to seep up my cheeks.
"Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter," yeah, they just didn't know what kind of a surprise it was. But I forced myself to not think of that as I forced a smile and continued.
"But I was ever so pleased, of course," Carrot-top gave me such a look of pity that I don't think he believe me for a second. I could see my pain reflected in his appealing baby blue eyes. I forced myself to go on,
"I mean it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard-I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough-I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?" I finished, out of breath. I looked to the black-haired boy instead, because I couldn't bear to look into those baby blues a second longer. The raven-haired boy was wearing a pair of glasses that had a piece of tapped wrapped repeatedly around the middle. His piercing green eyes seemed to be looking at your soul rather than your body. His sallow cheeks suggested that he hadn't been that well cared for and his hair stuck out at random angles, except for his front bangs which seemed to be pushed purposely over his eyes.
Instead, it was carrot-top who answered.
"I'm Ron Weasley." I didn't look at him when he said this and even though I could now put a name to his face, I feared that he would always be carrot-top to me.
Following his lead, the other boy muttered,
"Harry Potter."
That named seemed to trigger something, and suddenly, I knew why his bangs were pushed down on his forehead.
I remembered his name being mentioned in some of the extra books I had bought from Flourish and Blotts. I told him as much and he looked slightly dazed at this information.
"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me."
Nobody answered so I continued.
"Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad…" I barely knew what I was saying anymore, I was so nervous. I was still avoiding carrot, I mean Ron's gaze.
"Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon." I shot a glare at Neville. He hadn't so much as blinked since we got there. He gave me a sheepish look.
I ignored him and the boys and got up and walked out, leaving them all behind me.
A/N: okay people! This chapter has been reupdated and rewritten so please please PLEASE review!!
