Chapter one
The new kid
Harry zigzagged through the thick crowd of people at platform nine and three quarters. It was as thick as every other year. He was looking for Ron, which should have been easy because of his vivid red hair.
" HARRY!" Harry turned in time to see two identical freckled faces, wearing two identical evil grins as he was lifted three feet into the air and marched towards the train.
" Where have you been all summer?" Fred asked.
" Hmmm." Harry pretended to think really hard," that would be your house."
" No you weren't!" George protested.
" Yes I was. Until last week when I had to go back to Privet Drive."
" Really? It seemed like such a long time!" Harry ginned despite the fact George was giving him a Nudgee and messing his hair up even more. He allowed the twins to haul him into the train's last carriage, their usual place on the train.
" Hi Harry!" Hermione looked up from her book and smiled as the twins dumped him on the floor. Ron was there also, desperately trying to catch Pig and shove him back into his cage. Hedwig hooted irritably, waiting for Harry to pick up her cage which had fallen onto the floor and rolled sideways under the seat. Harry stood up and dusted himself off.
" Bloody bird." Ron muttered, enclosing the owl in his fist and shoving it roughly into its cage.
" I dunno. I think it's cute." Ginny reasoned.
" That's what you said about that ruddy name you chose." Ron replied. Harry picked up Hedwig's cage and sat down between Ron and Hermione. They talked about their holidays, teachers, Quiditch . the conversation ending abruptly when Hermione refused to let Ron copy her Charms assignment.
" Ronald Weasley! You are in sixth year and you have to learn to do your own homework." She lectured icily. Ron mimicked her nastily and crossed his arms. She shook her head and returned to her book. The carriage door slid open. Harry looked up to see a boy about his age in the doorway. He had black hair and ice grey eyes that swept from one person to another.
" You alright?" Harry asked. The boy narrowed his eyes and hurried away without a word.
" Weirdo." Dean muttered.
" Reckon he's new?" Hermione asked, suddenly interested.
" Who cares." Ron was still angry with Hermione for her refusal to let him copy her work. Harry wondered why the boy had left in such a hurry. He seemed to have hated him at sight.
Ron had forgiven Hermione and was now complaining about the sorting.
" It's too bloody long." He moaned, drumming his fingers on the table. Hermione poked him in the ribs to shut him up. After the first years had been sorted and Ron's continuos complaints, Professor McGonagoll got stood up and announced that a new student in sixth year was to be sorted.
"Toby Avolorm." She called. The grey eyed boy walked in and sat on the stool as McGonagoll placed the sorting hat on his head. It had barely touched his head when the hat called, " SLYTHERIN!" Toby took off the hat, emotionless and joined the Slytherin table.
" Goody!" Ron said, rather loudly. He was among the first to dig into the delicious food magically conjured in front of him. Harry, how ever, wasn't enjoying his meal like Ron. In fact, he hadn't even touched it. He stared towards the Slytherin table and Toby stared back. His scar was burning, sending waves of pain through out his brain.
" Whassamatter?" Ron asked, mouth full of roast chicken.
" Nothing." Harry said, pulling his eyes off Avolorm. He picked up his fork and played around with his peas. Why did his scar hurt? It was only a boy. No way he was Voldermort in disguise.. Was there?
Done. Like it? I will be starting chapter two as soon as I can. Plz send me as a review. Tell me what you honestly think, so I can improve my writing! Also, it may take a while 'cauz I don't really have a plot..
Chau! Tha fox
The new kid
Harry zigzagged through the thick crowd of people at platform nine and three quarters. It was as thick as every other year. He was looking for Ron, which should have been easy because of his vivid red hair.
" HARRY!" Harry turned in time to see two identical freckled faces, wearing two identical evil grins as he was lifted three feet into the air and marched towards the train.
" Where have you been all summer?" Fred asked.
" Hmmm." Harry pretended to think really hard," that would be your house."
" No you weren't!" George protested.
" Yes I was. Until last week when I had to go back to Privet Drive."
" Really? It seemed like such a long time!" Harry ginned despite the fact George was giving him a Nudgee and messing his hair up even more. He allowed the twins to haul him into the train's last carriage, their usual place on the train.
" Hi Harry!" Hermione looked up from her book and smiled as the twins dumped him on the floor. Ron was there also, desperately trying to catch Pig and shove him back into his cage. Hedwig hooted irritably, waiting for Harry to pick up her cage which had fallen onto the floor and rolled sideways under the seat. Harry stood up and dusted himself off.
" Bloody bird." Ron muttered, enclosing the owl in his fist and shoving it roughly into its cage.
" I dunno. I think it's cute." Ginny reasoned.
" That's what you said about that ruddy name you chose." Ron replied. Harry picked up Hedwig's cage and sat down between Ron and Hermione. They talked about their holidays, teachers, Quiditch . the conversation ending abruptly when Hermione refused to let Ron copy her Charms assignment.
" Ronald Weasley! You are in sixth year and you have to learn to do your own homework." She lectured icily. Ron mimicked her nastily and crossed his arms. She shook her head and returned to her book. The carriage door slid open. Harry looked up to see a boy about his age in the doorway. He had black hair and ice grey eyes that swept from one person to another.
" You alright?" Harry asked. The boy narrowed his eyes and hurried away without a word.
" Weirdo." Dean muttered.
" Reckon he's new?" Hermione asked, suddenly interested.
" Who cares." Ron was still angry with Hermione for her refusal to let him copy her work. Harry wondered why the boy had left in such a hurry. He seemed to have hated him at sight.
Ron had forgiven Hermione and was now complaining about the sorting.
" It's too bloody long." He moaned, drumming his fingers on the table. Hermione poked him in the ribs to shut him up. After the first years had been sorted and Ron's continuos complaints, Professor McGonagoll got stood up and announced that a new student in sixth year was to be sorted.
"Toby Avolorm." She called. The grey eyed boy walked in and sat on the stool as McGonagoll placed the sorting hat on his head. It had barely touched his head when the hat called, " SLYTHERIN!" Toby took off the hat, emotionless and joined the Slytherin table.
" Goody!" Ron said, rather loudly. He was among the first to dig into the delicious food magically conjured in front of him. Harry, how ever, wasn't enjoying his meal like Ron. In fact, he hadn't even touched it. He stared towards the Slytherin table and Toby stared back. His scar was burning, sending waves of pain through out his brain.
" Whassamatter?" Ron asked, mouth full of roast chicken.
" Nothing." Harry said, pulling his eyes off Avolorm. He picked up his fork and played around with his peas. Why did his scar hurt? It was only a boy. No way he was Voldermort in disguise.. Was there?
Done. Like it? I will be starting chapter two as soon as I can. Plz send me as a review. Tell me what you honestly think, so I can improve my writing! Also, it may take a while 'cauz I don't really have a plot..
Chau! Tha fox