I've watched them all since I became headmaster. Disguised as an owl I would fly down to the platform in Hogsmead and watch as the students arrived.
There was Hermione Granger, the brightest student Hogwarts had seen since Tom Riddle, straightening her cloak and scolding Ronald Weasley as she pinned her Head Girl badge onto her robes. She straightened them nervously before moving aside.
Ron Weasley himself, a lanky boy if I ever saw one with a shock of red hair atop his head jumps out of the compartment and lands on his bum. Hermione is stuffing her wand away and he gives her a stern glare before climbing up and yelling for the last Musketeer. He's still glaring at young Miss Granger as she snickers behind her hand.
The green eyed head of Harry Potter appears. Smiling and happy to return as always. Ron steps aside and Harry jumps to the platform without a Misstep Hex from Ms. Granger. Never has the halls of Hogwarts held such a famous student I'm sure. But was fame at such a cost worth it? I am positive that Mr. Potter doesn't think so.
The three friends, my prized students, stand laughing and waiting for the coaches. Harry is looking across the crowd. A glance shows him looking at Cho Chang. Such a pretty girl. However I believe that Harry's interests may be better spent somewhere else. Cho has still not forgotten poor Cedric. I fear she never will.
Ginny Weasley is sitting looking at Harry. Now there is an infatuation that is as famous as the boy himself in the Staff Lounge. My dear Professor McGonagall has told me that there were fourteen drafts of the "Eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad" before the final was sent off.
Ginny's concentration is broken by the blonde headed Draco Malfoy as he pushes by with his cronies Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. If ever there will be another dark lord, Draco is certainly on the right path. But I hope I am wrong. Such ambition, such power, such extreme talent must never go to waste.
But the coaches have arrived. As the Weasley twins throw jellyfish stingers at Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell I fly back to my school. Another year has begun.
***
Harry looks out across the rooftops as he climbs in. He smiles to himself. It seems as if that owl has Dumbledore's cheery twinkle in it's eyes.
"Come on Harry!" says Hermione. Harry climbs in and closes the door.
There was Hermione Granger, the brightest student Hogwarts had seen since Tom Riddle, straightening her cloak and scolding Ronald Weasley as she pinned her Head Girl badge onto her robes. She straightened them nervously before moving aside.
Ron Weasley himself, a lanky boy if I ever saw one with a shock of red hair atop his head jumps out of the compartment and lands on his bum. Hermione is stuffing her wand away and he gives her a stern glare before climbing up and yelling for the last Musketeer. He's still glaring at young Miss Granger as she snickers behind her hand.
The green eyed head of Harry Potter appears. Smiling and happy to return as always. Ron steps aside and Harry jumps to the platform without a Misstep Hex from Ms. Granger. Never has the halls of Hogwarts held such a famous student I'm sure. But was fame at such a cost worth it? I am positive that Mr. Potter doesn't think so.
The three friends, my prized students, stand laughing and waiting for the coaches. Harry is looking across the crowd. A glance shows him looking at Cho Chang. Such a pretty girl. However I believe that Harry's interests may be better spent somewhere else. Cho has still not forgotten poor Cedric. I fear she never will.
Ginny Weasley is sitting looking at Harry. Now there is an infatuation that is as famous as the boy himself in the Staff Lounge. My dear Professor McGonagall has told me that there were fourteen drafts of the "Eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad" before the final was sent off.
Ginny's concentration is broken by the blonde headed Draco Malfoy as he pushes by with his cronies Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. If ever there will be another dark lord, Draco is certainly on the right path. But I hope I am wrong. Such ambition, such power, such extreme talent must never go to waste.
But the coaches have arrived. As the Weasley twins throw jellyfish stingers at Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell I fly back to my school. Another year has begun.
***
Harry looks out across the rooftops as he climbs in. He smiles to himself. It seems as if that owl has Dumbledore's cheery twinkle in it's eyes.
"Come on Harry!" says Hermione. Harry climbs in and closes the door.
