Hannah threw her cloak into her trunk, and closed it with a thud. She took
the small sliver key off her neck, and locked the trunk with it. She
slipped the key back over her head, and tucked it under her shirt. Pulling
all of her hair into her bright pink elastic that was around her wrist. She
picked up a handle on her trunk, and slowly started to pull it out of her
room. She turned the corner, and started down the stairs. THUMP. THUMP.
THUMP. Hannah's trunk hit each step on it's way down.
"Mum!" she called, "I am ready!.Mum? Where are you?"
"She is waiting in the car." replied the old, creaky, mirror above the stove. Hannah ran out to the car, and pushed her trunk into the boot. She closed the boot with a snap, and opened the back door in the car. She slipped into it, strapping her self in, and closing her door. The small, red car pulled out of the driveway, and into the busy street.
*****
Hannah ran into the barrier between the muggle and wizard world, Platform 9 ¾. The red train pulled impressively into the station. She sighed as her trunk was taken into the luggage department. She stepped into the empty train, and sat down, waiting for her friends to arrive. A voice echoed down the cold, empty corridor.
"Hannah?"
"I am down here!" she called, and walked out if her compartment. A bushy head came into view, and started walking towards Hannah, "Hermione!" Hannah squealed, "it is so good to see you!" and it was, because the two had became good friends last year, and had no contact over the summer, because Hermione had been in America, learning their ways, and re-writing her history of magic essay over three times, using all of her extra parchment. The two friends sat back down in a compartment, and started talking about things. Like school, and how they were going to have a lot of homework this year, and how they were going to need to be looking for jobs.
"I think I want to be an Araor," said Hermione, "or a journalist."
"OH!" squealed Hannah, "I want to be the first Ministeress of Magic." Hannah said proudly. Slowly more and more people began to fill in the compartment. Hermione and Hannah, were soon accompanied by Ron Weasley, Earnie Macmillan, Harry Potter, and Ginny Weasley. The train started to pull away from the station, leaving the muggle world far behind. The six friends were soon sharing what they did over the summer, and who was trying out for Quidditch that year, and which teachers they hoped they didn't have, and who they wanted for a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that year. Every one agreed that they wanted Professor Lupin back, but they doubted that would happen.
After a while, the trolley lady came by, and everyone bought candy. Soon, wrappers of every size, color and shape were flying through the air.
"Ahem!" Hermione cleared her throat, "I propose a competition! Who ever can find Dumbledore in a choclate frog card, gets ONE spell done for them, by me," she saw the evil glints the boys eyes and continued on, "HOWEVER! I will do NO Unforgivable curses to ANYONE! EVEN Malfoy!.Ready.set.GO!" and more wrappers went flying through the air.
"I got it! I got it!" shrieked Hannah, " I found Dumbledore!"
"Okay, Hannah, your choice. Pick a spell!" Hannah sat, and thought for a while. She wanted it to be just right. She leaned over, and whispered something to Hermione. Hermione's eyes grew to be the size of Hagrid's Pumpkins that he grows for Halloween.
"Are you sure?" asked Hermione, "Once I do it, there is NO turning back!" Hannah just nodded, and looked over to the boys, and grinned a evil grin.
"Just you wait and see what I have in store for you, boys!"
"Mum!" she called, "I am ready!.Mum? Where are you?"
"She is waiting in the car." replied the old, creaky, mirror above the stove. Hannah ran out to the car, and pushed her trunk into the boot. She closed the boot with a snap, and opened the back door in the car. She slipped into it, strapping her self in, and closing her door. The small, red car pulled out of the driveway, and into the busy street.
*****
Hannah ran into the barrier between the muggle and wizard world, Platform 9 ¾. The red train pulled impressively into the station. She sighed as her trunk was taken into the luggage department. She stepped into the empty train, and sat down, waiting for her friends to arrive. A voice echoed down the cold, empty corridor.
"Hannah?"
"I am down here!" she called, and walked out if her compartment. A bushy head came into view, and started walking towards Hannah, "Hermione!" Hannah squealed, "it is so good to see you!" and it was, because the two had became good friends last year, and had no contact over the summer, because Hermione had been in America, learning their ways, and re-writing her history of magic essay over three times, using all of her extra parchment. The two friends sat back down in a compartment, and started talking about things. Like school, and how they were going to have a lot of homework this year, and how they were going to need to be looking for jobs.
"I think I want to be an Araor," said Hermione, "or a journalist."
"OH!" squealed Hannah, "I want to be the first Ministeress of Magic." Hannah said proudly. Slowly more and more people began to fill in the compartment. Hermione and Hannah, were soon accompanied by Ron Weasley, Earnie Macmillan, Harry Potter, and Ginny Weasley. The train started to pull away from the station, leaving the muggle world far behind. The six friends were soon sharing what they did over the summer, and who was trying out for Quidditch that year, and which teachers they hoped they didn't have, and who they wanted for a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that year. Every one agreed that they wanted Professor Lupin back, but they doubted that would happen.
After a while, the trolley lady came by, and everyone bought candy. Soon, wrappers of every size, color and shape were flying through the air.
"Ahem!" Hermione cleared her throat, "I propose a competition! Who ever can find Dumbledore in a choclate frog card, gets ONE spell done for them, by me," she saw the evil glints the boys eyes and continued on, "HOWEVER! I will do NO Unforgivable curses to ANYONE! EVEN Malfoy!.Ready.set.GO!" and more wrappers went flying through the air.
"I got it! I got it!" shrieked Hannah, " I found Dumbledore!"
"Okay, Hannah, your choice. Pick a spell!" Hannah sat, and thought for a while. She wanted it to be just right. She leaned over, and whispered something to Hermione. Hermione's eyes grew to be the size of Hagrid's Pumpkins that he grows for Halloween.
"Are you sure?" asked Hermione, "Once I do it, there is NO turning back!" Hannah just nodded, and looked over to the boys, and grinned a evil grin.
"Just you wait and see what I have in store for you, boys!"