The Girl
"Harry are you listening to me?" one of Harry's best friends asked crossly.
"I don't think so Ron, look at him, he's in a completely different world."
"I was listening." Harry mumbled in a weak protest.
"Oh of course you were." Hermione laughed. Ron wined.
"Yeez Harry you never listen to me."
"That's because you never say anything important." Hermione shot. Harry, not wanting Hermione and Ron to get into a fight said,
"All right you got me, I'm sorry, what were you saying Ron?"
"I was showing you then newest racing broom see?" Harry glanced back at the window and saw a beautiful racing broom shining in the window the words Fire Bolt II glistening in the sun light.
"I don't understand, isn't the Fire Bolt really good?"
"Yes Hermione, it's the best." Ron said rolling his eyes.
"So why would they make another one?" As Ron began explaining the difference between the two brooms, Harry drifted off again into his jammed brain of confused thoughts. He had seen a lot of Hermione and Ron this summer, a lot more then any other summer. He felt more secure with them, but they still didn't stop him from looking over his shoulder every two minutes. Harry had a deep sickening feeling that Voldemort was lurking around every corner, just waiting to pounce and kill Harry. Last year the most evil dark wizard of all time, the very man who had killed Harry's parents and who Harry had somehow managed to take his powers, had gotten them back and had tried to kill Harry in the process. Luckily, Harry had escaped, but ever since that he had been very nervous. That's why he could never stay with a conversation longer than five minutes and why he was dreading going back to classes. Harry didn't want to go back to classes, but he couldn't wait to return to Hogwarts, it was one of the only places on Earth where he felt at home. It was at that exact moment when a girl came out of nowhere and rammed into Harry. She had been holding books and they now lay all over the ground. Harry automatically stooped down to assist her.
"Oh, my, I am so sorry, I didn't see you." She said.
"Oh that's okay, it was my fault, I wasn't paying attention." Harry said quickly handing her a few books. She stood up and flipped her long hair behind her shoulders flashing him a smile. The girl had black hair that went just past her shoulders and very dark eyes. Hermione noticed a book that had skipped a little farther away. She bent down and then handed it to the girl, but not before reading the title.
"Hogwarts A History?" Hermione said in a questioning tone. "You're just getting this now? You're not a first year are you?" Hermione looked at the girl up and down, she most definitely did not look eleven. The girl laughed.
"Well it's my first year at Hogwarts, but I'm not in my first year. I'm transferring schools."
"Are you from Ireland?" Ron asked noticing her accent.
"Yes. My Mother decided she needed a change so I'm at a different school."
"Why do you have two of every book?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Oh, my sister is transferring with me. We thought it would be easier if I just came to get both of our books since we'll be in the same year." The girl answered. Hermione nodded.
"What year are you guys in?" Harry asked.
"We'll be entering fifth year."
"Really? That's what year we're in." Hermione said smiling.
"Is it? What a coincidence! Do you think you could help me? This Diagon Alley is a confusing place and I'm not quite sure where everything is."
"Sure we could. I'm Hermione Granger by the way." She reached out to shake the girl's hand.
"Ron Weasly." He did the same.
"I'm Harry Potter." As Harry shook the girl's hand she frowned.
"Harry Potter? I know I've heard that name before." Before Harry could say anything Ron began to speak.
"He destroyed You-know-who when he was only a baby." Hermione gave Ron a dark glare for mentioning Voldemort's destruction but Ron didn't even notice. "Oh, you do know who he is don't you?"
"Oh yes." The girl said nodding sadly. "He was just beginning to show himself in Ireland before he was destroyed by a baby boy, or so my Mother tells me. I knew your name of course, it just slipped my mind. Is it true that you have a lightning bolt scar?" Harry nodded and lifted up his long wild hair to show her. "How very sad about you parents, they died didn't they?"
"Ya." Harry looked down and Hermione bit her lower lip.
"So you never told us your name." She said quickly hoping to get off the Voldemort topic.
"Oh of course! It's Lani, Lani Ri… Tonkett. Lani Tonkett."
"Well Lani let's see what else you need."
"Thanks." As Hermione looked over Lani's list of supplies and compared them with what she all ready had Harry studied her. She seemed nice enough, and Harry just loved her Irish accent. Not to mention she was pretty; very pretty. Her smile was absolutely intoxicating, plus her eyes just pulled you in and…Oh no!!! Was Harry getting another crush!?! He all ready had one at school, Cho Chang, a quidditch seeker for Ravenclaw. Harry just happened to be the seeker for Gryffindor. Another crush, just what he needed. Well, on the bright side, at least he ran into a beautiful girl instead of Voldemort.