Summer Hols

By sweet like chocolate

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns them and I can't profit from them- you know the drill.

Summary: F/A fic, with some minor G/Al and K/L. What happens when everybody accidentally ends up at the same place over summer?

A/N In this fic, Angelina is muggle born. I don't know whether she really is or not, but it makes it a lot easier! By the way, does anyone know where wizarding kids go before Hogwarts or Beauxbaxtons etc? They obviously don't go to Muggle school, and no wizarding primary is ever mentioned! If there is and I just haven't read closely, tell me! Email me with comments, suggestions or pointless trash! Please only constructive critisism though! My email address is dolphin678_8@hotmail.com. Wow, I have rambled for way too long! Enjoy.

Prologue

Eleven year old Angelina Johnson sat at the edge of the sand, listening to it's rhythmic pounding against the sandy shore. She had her Hogwart's acceptance letter scrunched in her hand.

To the right of her, her brother and father were trying in vain to get a kite up, despite the fact there was not a breath of wind. Normally she'd be right there with them, struggling and laughing, but tonight, despite her overwhelming happiness over getting into Hogwart's (she knew it wasn't just coincidence that Sarah's cat, that had been missing for a week fell out of a tree into her arms), she was feeling sad.

It was sunset, and all around her couples walked holding hands, or sat close together on the rocks, their shadows merging.

She was only eleven but that did not stop her feeling left out. *One day* she promised silently to herself, *One day, I'm going to come back here with the best boyfriend ever. He'll be funny, sweet, kind and definitely handsome. *

A lot of her friends from primary school had already had their first kiss. (A/N It's true!! I have met ten year olds who have had more boyfriends than me! At ten years old I swear I still found boys like really annoying bugs (well boys my age anyway)! My 12 year old brother discusses sex on the phone and apparently has a friend who "humps 'em and dumps 'em!!!")

She couldn't help but wonder what it was like.

Anyway, soon she'd be leaving her old friends far behind. She didn't really mind, she had never been the most outgoing of people, and as a result had few close friends.

The only one who she felt really understood her and knew her; she was determined to keep in touch with. Sarah had been her best friend since nursery, and was coincidentally her next-door neighbour. Their families were very close, and they shared this holiday home in France with them. Sarah was flying out tomorrow, having been held up with a bad bout of flu.

She didn't know about Angelina going to Hogwart's though. Whenever Angelina opened her mouth to tell her nothing came out (A/N did you ever wonder why no muggle knows about Hogwart's? I bet there's a spell to stop students telling unless in urgent need!)

She made another silent vow, *when I get to Hogwarts, there will be no shy, boring Angelina. I'll be bright, outgoing and have tonnes of fun. * She paused for a moment reflecting, *and I'll find the best boyfriend ever. *

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OK it probably sucks, and I'm sorry it was so short but next chap will be longer, and will skip at least three years.

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-sweet like chocolate