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Harry Potter
And
Dumbledor's SecretChapter3
"Get up and packed, Harry! Time to get to the station!" I smiled cheerfully at him.
"You serious?" he yawned sleepily.
"Yup!" I grinned at him.
"Finally," Harry sighed. In the few months I had stayed with Harry, we had become good friends.
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When we got out of the car I couldn't find the platform. Then we saw a lady hurrying her four boys and little girl between platform 9 and 10, "Do you know where platform 9 ¾ is?"
"Why don't you two follow me," Mrs. Weasly smiled. Then we walked forward, into thin air.
Next thing we knew we were standing on a platform, with each of us carrying only one suitcase, "That was amazing!" I blinked.
"Let's get on," Harry replied.
"Okay," I smiled.
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When we were finally seated one of those four boys with red hair came over and sat across from us, "Hi, I'm Ron Weasly. Your first year?"
"Yeah, I'm Mary Stareye."
"I'm Ron," Ron grinned.
"Harry," Harry smiled.
"Oh, Harry, your fourth or third year, don't mind the lady that reads tea leaves, she will only have two or three real visions in her life," I replied.
"What?" Harry cocked his head to the side.
"Um, try the beans," Ron added, "but one is flavored earwax."
"Ew!" I replied.
"But I like them!" Ron pouted.
"Even earwax flavoring?" I stuck out my tongue in disgust.
"Um, maybe not that particular flavor," Ron grimaced.
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"Hogwarts, here we come!" Ron smiled.
"Hey, Weasel. Nice seeing you here," smirked Draco Malfroy.
"His last name is Weasly, and he is worthy of his name. Unlike a certain boy who was named after the Dragon constellation. Watch yourself Malfroy, you're playing with fire, you will get burned," I smirked at the annoying pest.
"Muggle," he sniffed.
"Liar, fat-racial-pig, prick, dirty-mouthed, snake-eating, son of a bitch. Don't try to out curse me, boy! I grew up in America," I glared, daring him to try another curse.
"Whoa!" one of Ron's twin brothers looked at me and blinked in wonder.
"Let's get going, I don't want to cross that lake when it's muggy out," I frowned.
"Why?" asked Harry.
"I don't wish to see things," I replied.
"Miss Stareye, I know you have much knowledge on the school, but please…" Hagrid began.
"I know! I know! Knowledge can be a deadly weapon or a great burden," I sighed.
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"So what do we do?" I asked Harry.
"We wait."
"Line up! And wait for the sorting hat!" Professor McGonagall replied.
"Stareye, Mary!" the hat sat on my head.
Hum… could be Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? You'd do well in either. You're a hard one… "Gryffindor."
"Yea!" I heard cheers coming from the Gryffindor table. I left the hat on the chair and moved quickly to the table and, the place next to Harry. I was surprised, but I was relieved I was with my friends.
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"Hey! Why aren't you seated?" asked Neville.
"I'm afraid I'll fall again," I mumbled.
"Again?" he blinked with curiosity.
"That's how I got to England," I sighed.
"Wow!" he smiled.
"What's with you?" I asked.
"I'm afraid of bunches of stuff!" he smiled.
"Yeah, well, I plan to conquer my fear. I stood up to Draco Malfroy," I smirked. "I'm gonna sit down now."
"You really thought that chair would take you someplace?" Neville asked just as I had taken my seat.
"Possibly, but it must've only been the one in my house," I started to hum.
"What is that?" Neville asked.
"Girl's Just Want to Have Fun," I smiled.
"What country is it from?" he asked.
"America, I live there with my family," I smiled.
"Cool! What's it like?" Karleen asked.
"Sunny, warm, and fun!" I grinned, "Where are you from?"
"I'm from England and so is everybody else, but you," Karleen replied.
"Great, so I'm the only American around here," I sighed.
"Hi Mary," Ron waved.
"Hi Ron," I sighed disappointedly.
"Where is your first class?" Ron asked.
"Snape, Dark Arts," I said with great disgust.
"Oh," Ron gulped. "Me too."
"We're going to need a lot of good luck," Mary sighed.