Chapter 2 finally, hope you like it.
Eliza sat on the airplane thinking about her life. She thought she was a perfectly normal teenager. There was nothing extraordinary about her. She had lived in so many places she had pretty much lost count. Now, here she was again, on her way to a new place, to start life all over again. She was pretty much used to it. She had to be by now. But somehow she felt that this time would be different. Like, she really belonged at this Hogwarts place. Hogwarts? What kind of a name was Hogwarts anyway? It made her picture a bunch of wild pigs running around with nasty calluses all over their bodies. She giggled outloud at this comment and got some weird looks from people around her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing in London very shortly. I would ask that you would please remain in your seats and keep your seat belts on as we make our landing. Thank you, and enjoy you're stay in London." The voice of the pilot drifted over the speakers and Eliza almost immediately felt the plane drop, as well as her stomach.
It wasn't that she didn't like flying. Not at all, for the most part she rather enjoyed it. It was the landing that bothered her. She always pictured some graphic plane crash, like the ones she had seen on tv, always somehow involving her and a whole bunch of other mangled bodies.
"Definitely not a good time to be thinking about that." she muttered under her breath.
Her mother gently tapped her on the shoulder and gestured out towards the window. Eliza risked a peek and got her first glimpse at England.
"Wow." she gasped. This had to be the most beautiful country she had ever seen.
"Welcome home sweetie." Her father said.
For the first time, these words held some sort of meaning in Eliza's head.
~*~
Looking over the crowd of people, Harry Potter searched aimlessly for his two best friends. He promised he'd meet them right at the entrance to Platform 9 ¾ right at 10:45. But, neither of them were in sight. Very unlike Hermione, Harry thought.
Just then, he felt a tap on his shoulder and whipped around to face his very best friend.
"RON!" he shouted, throwing himself at the boy and enveloping him in a giant hug. "I have been waiting forever, where have you been? Where's Hermione? How was your summer?...."
"Slow down, Harry, I can only take so much you know." The red head chuckled. "Ok, now for you're questions, I've been looking for you, haven't seen her, and very good." "You have no idea how happy I am to see you! This is very unlike Hermione you know, being late and all." Harry kept glancing around, hoping for a glimpse of his other best friend.
"Well, you know if we stand out here too long we'll miss the train." Ron trailed off.
"Yea we wouldn't want to do that again now huh?" Harry hinted at they're grand adventure in 2nd year when they missed the train and ended up in Ron's dad's flying car.
The two boys continued to laugh and chat about the summer when they finally decided Hermione must have forgotten and made their way to the Hogwarts Express.
They boarded the train and started towards their usual compartment. On arriving they found their missing friend, along with another girl they had never seen before.
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, "Where have you been? We waited for 15 minutes and you didn't show up!"
"Oh, guys, I'm so sorry, I must have forgotten. I ran into Eliza here, and just got a little sidetracked. Eliza these are my best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter."
Eliza held her hand out to Ron who promptly shook it, turning a little red in the face. "Hi, I'm Eliza Dishque."
She then shook Harry's hand, noticing how very familiar he looked.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you from somewhere?" She asked politely.
Harry shook his head and said "I don't think we've met before."
"You've probably just seen his picture in the paper, Harry Potter, Hogwarts own little celebrity." A dark, cold voice from the doorway interrupted them.
Looking to the door, Eliza saw one of the best looking, yet meanest looking boy she'd ever seen. He obviously had noticed her too and wasn't breaking eye contact. Eliza could already tell she wouldn't be liking this boy.
"And may I ask who you are?" she asked, trying to remain as sweet as she could to this boy that made her skin crawl.
"Ah, yes, how rude of me." He whisked his way towards her and held his hand out. "Draco. Malfoy." He put emphasis on each of these words, which stuck Eliza as a bit odd. What was so important about his name?
"Well, Draco. Malfoy. Yes, I would have to say it was quite rude of you too. Barging in a conversation in which you obviously weren't welcome." She gestured to the disgusted faces all around her. Ron's the most of all. Eliza could tell there were some major problems between these people.
Draco glared her down for a moment before lightening up, a bit, and saying, "Yea, well Potter isn't welcome here anyway. But you, I'd say you're very welcome. Would you allow me to escort you to a place where you're sure to find better company than this?" He held his arm out to her, eyes wide and innocent as if he'd never done a bad thing in his life.
In that moment, Eliza knew he wasn't to be trusted.
"I'm perfectly content with where I am. Thank you." She turned and sat back down next to Hermione.
Draco scowled at her briefly before turning to Harry.
"Watch out Potter. This is the year when everything's gonna change."
He turned back to Eliza and bowed his head slightly before turning on his heel and breezing out of the compartment.
"Well that was certainly interesting." Eliza said, unsurely.
The other three people in the cabin looked back and forth between each other before bursting into laughter.
"What is so funny?" Eliza shouted over the sound of their giant outburst.
"Mal. Malfoy. he.. he...." Harry tried to make a complete sentence but it just wasn't working too well with his heaves of laughter.
Eliza just sat and waited for them to get over this fit of giggles. When it finally died down, Harry looked at her and as best as he could choked out:
"Malfoy has a crush!"
"On who?" Eliza asked, obviously confused.
"On YOU!" Ron exclaimed and the compartment fell into a heap of laughter once more.
A.N. Hopefully it was at least half interesting to you. Because it wasn't to me. Please R&R. Thanks.
Eliza sat on the airplane thinking about her life. She thought she was a perfectly normal teenager. There was nothing extraordinary about her. She had lived in so many places she had pretty much lost count. Now, here she was again, on her way to a new place, to start life all over again. She was pretty much used to it. She had to be by now. But somehow she felt that this time would be different. Like, she really belonged at this Hogwarts place. Hogwarts? What kind of a name was Hogwarts anyway? It made her picture a bunch of wild pigs running around with nasty calluses all over their bodies. She giggled outloud at this comment and got some weird looks from people around her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing in London very shortly. I would ask that you would please remain in your seats and keep your seat belts on as we make our landing. Thank you, and enjoy you're stay in London." The voice of the pilot drifted over the speakers and Eliza almost immediately felt the plane drop, as well as her stomach.
It wasn't that she didn't like flying. Not at all, for the most part she rather enjoyed it. It was the landing that bothered her. She always pictured some graphic plane crash, like the ones she had seen on tv, always somehow involving her and a whole bunch of other mangled bodies.
"Definitely not a good time to be thinking about that." she muttered under her breath.
Her mother gently tapped her on the shoulder and gestured out towards the window. Eliza risked a peek and got her first glimpse at England.
"Wow." she gasped. This had to be the most beautiful country she had ever seen.
"Welcome home sweetie." Her father said.
For the first time, these words held some sort of meaning in Eliza's head.
~*~
Looking over the crowd of people, Harry Potter searched aimlessly for his two best friends. He promised he'd meet them right at the entrance to Platform 9 ¾ right at 10:45. But, neither of them were in sight. Very unlike Hermione, Harry thought.
Just then, he felt a tap on his shoulder and whipped around to face his very best friend.
"RON!" he shouted, throwing himself at the boy and enveloping him in a giant hug. "I have been waiting forever, where have you been? Where's Hermione? How was your summer?...."
"Slow down, Harry, I can only take so much you know." The red head chuckled. "Ok, now for you're questions, I've been looking for you, haven't seen her, and very good." "You have no idea how happy I am to see you! This is very unlike Hermione you know, being late and all." Harry kept glancing around, hoping for a glimpse of his other best friend.
"Well, you know if we stand out here too long we'll miss the train." Ron trailed off.
"Yea we wouldn't want to do that again now huh?" Harry hinted at they're grand adventure in 2nd year when they missed the train and ended up in Ron's dad's flying car.
The two boys continued to laugh and chat about the summer when they finally decided Hermione must have forgotten and made their way to the Hogwarts Express.
They boarded the train and started towards their usual compartment. On arriving they found their missing friend, along with another girl they had never seen before.
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, "Where have you been? We waited for 15 minutes and you didn't show up!"
"Oh, guys, I'm so sorry, I must have forgotten. I ran into Eliza here, and just got a little sidetracked. Eliza these are my best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter."
Eliza held her hand out to Ron who promptly shook it, turning a little red in the face. "Hi, I'm Eliza Dishque."
She then shook Harry's hand, noticing how very familiar he looked.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you from somewhere?" She asked politely.
Harry shook his head and said "I don't think we've met before."
"You've probably just seen his picture in the paper, Harry Potter, Hogwarts own little celebrity." A dark, cold voice from the doorway interrupted them.
Looking to the door, Eliza saw one of the best looking, yet meanest looking boy she'd ever seen. He obviously had noticed her too and wasn't breaking eye contact. Eliza could already tell she wouldn't be liking this boy.
"And may I ask who you are?" she asked, trying to remain as sweet as she could to this boy that made her skin crawl.
"Ah, yes, how rude of me." He whisked his way towards her and held his hand out. "Draco. Malfoy." He put emphasis on each of these words, which stuck Eliza as a bit odd. What was so important about his name?
"Well, Draco. Malfoy. Yes, I would have to say it was quite rude of you too. Barging in a conversation in which you obviously weren't welcome." She gestured to the disgusted faces all around her. Ron's the most of all. Eliza could tell there were some major problems between these people.
Draco glared her down for a moment before lightening up, a bit, and saying, "Yea, well Potter isn't welcome here anyway. But you, I'd say you're very welcome. Would you allow me to escort you to a place where you're sure to find better company than this?" He held his arm out to her, eyes wide and innocent as if he'd never done a bad thing in his life.
In that moment, Eliza knew he wasn't to be trusted.
"I'm perfectly content with where I am. Thank you." She turned and sat back down next to Hermione.
Draco scowled at her briefly before turning to Harry.
"Watch out Potter. This is the year when everything's gonna change."
He turned back to Eliza and bowed his head slightly before turning on his heel and breezing out of the compartment.
"Well that was certainly interesting." Eliza said, unsurely.
The other three people in the cabin looked back and forth between each other before bursting into laughter.
"What is so funny?" Eliza shouted over the sound of their giant outburst.
"Mal. Malfoy. he.. he...." Harry tried to make a complete sentence but it just wasn't working too well with his heaves of laughter.
Eliza just sat and waited for them to get over this fit of giggles. When it finally died down, Harry looked at her and as best as he could choked out:
"Malfoy has a crush!"
"On who?" Eliza asked, obviously confused.
"On YOU!" Ron exclaimed and the compartment fell into a heap of laughter once more.
A.N. Hopefully it was at least half interesting to you. Because it wasn't to me. Please R&R. Thanks.