Disclaimer: I KNOW, I KNOW, I should have done this earlier. It's up now,
so no worries. I own Megan and everything else you don't recognize from
Harry Potter. JKR owns the rest.
(A/N: Just to let you know, in this fic, Megan is a grade behind Harry. I know I said it earlier, but here's why I'm mentioning it again: In the books and movies, you are in your first year when you are eleven years of age; but in this story you go to Hogwarts when you finish the 5th grade, kind of like if you were going into middle school. Hogwarts is middle school. Megan is behind Harry, therefor he's in his second year when she is in her first. Get it? Hopefully you do.)
Megan opened her eyes, and she found herself standing in front of a huge train. Many other children and teenagers walked by, dressed in robes, pushing trolleys or dragging suitcases; parents following closely behind, calling out last minute instructions and well-wishes. Megan didn't have her parents with her.
Megan felt completely alone, completely and totally alone.
She pushed her trolley toward the train, and a nice, aging wizard helped her get her things settled and get on the train. She managed to find a compartment that wasn't full on the crowded train, but it already had one occupant. A small redhead smiled up at her from her seat by the window.
"Hi! I'm Ginny Weasley," the girl stuck out hand. Megan returned the handshake and introduced herself "I'm Megan, Megan Thompson."
She sat down across from the freckled girl, and looked out the clean window at the foggy landscape, and soon fell asleep.
All too soon, she felt her shoulder being poked, and opened her eyes. Ginny was poking her, saying "we're almost there, we should put on our robes now." Megan pulled out a brand new robe from her trunk and slipped it over her head. She stole a quick glance at Ginny, who's robes looked like they'd been run over be a lawn-mower one too many times. She didn't say anything, she knew it wouldn't be polite.
A few minutes later, all the first-years were piling into boats to cross a dark lake. Then they were out of the boats, up the front steps, in the door, and up even more steps, finding themselves staring into the face of a very stern witch.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, I am Professor McGonagall," the witch said in a stiff tone of voice, her words echoing in the entry hall like bricks on pavement. "I ask that you wait here a moment. We are not quite ready for you as of now," She continued, her face as serious as when they first arrived.
After a few moments, the professor re-entered the room, looking a bit more cheerful. "We're ready for you now, follow me."
The large group of first-years followed the witch across the Great Hall, trying to ignore the stares and mutterings of the older students. They all approached a long table and stopped, watching Professor McGonagall with wide eyes. "When I call your name, come and sit on the stool. I will place the Sorting Hat upon your head, and you will be sorted into your correct house."
"Alison Anderson!" The witch called.
The young girl cautiously walked up the small set of stairs and seated herself on the bench. The hat was placed on her head, but she was so small that it fell over her eyes. Suddenly the word "HUFFLEPUFF" echoed through the room. The entire Hufflepuff table clapped as the young brunette joined their house.
"Seth Crockett. HUFFLEPUFF! JoAnna Harvey. SLYTHERIN! Brendan Indecelli. GRYFFINDOR! Adrianna Parker. RAVELCLAW! Megan Thompson. GRYFFINDOR! Ginny Weasely. GRYFFINDOR!" the hat chanted many names, fifty-eight newcomers altogether. Seventeen Gryffindors, twelve Hufflepuffs, nineteen Ravenclaws, and eight Slytherin to be exact.
The food suddenly appeared on the tables in front of them, and the first- years let out squeals of excitement and surprise. As everyone dug into the mountains of food in front of them, Megan looked down the table at Harry, he was already looking at her. For a split second, they locked eyes, then Harry smiled and concentrated on his food once again.
(A/N: Just to let you know, in this fic, Megan is a grade behind Harry. I know I said it earlier, but here's why I'm mentioning it again: In the books and movies, you are in your first year when you are eleven years of age; but in this story you go to Hogwarts when you finish the 5th grade, kind of like if you were going into middle school. Hogwarts is middle school. Megan is behind Harry, therefor he's in his second year when she is in her first. Get it? Hopefully you do.)
Megan opened her eyes, and she found herself standing in front of a huge train. Many other children and teenagers walked by, dressed in robes, pushing trolleys or dragging suitcases; parents following closely behind, calling out last minute instructions and well-wishes. Megan didn't have her parents with her.
Megan felt completely alone, completely and totally alone.
She pushed her trolley toward the train, and a nice, aging wizard helped her get her things settled and get on the train. She managed to find a compartment that wasn't full on the crowded train, but it already had one occupant. A small redhead smiled up at her from her seat by the window.
"Hi! I'm Ginny Weasley," the girl stuck out hand. Megan returned the handshake and introduced herself "I'm Megan, Megan Thompson."
She sat down across from the freckled girl, and looked out the clean window at the foggy landscape, and soon fell asleep.
All too soon, she felt her shoulder being poked, and opened her eyes. Ginny was poking her, saying "we're almost there, we should put on our robes now." Megan pulled out a brand new robe from her trunk and slipped it over her head. She stole a quick glance at Ginny, who's robes looked like they'd been run over be a lawn-mower one too many times. She didn't say anything, she knew it wouldn't be polite.
A few minutes later, all the first-years were piling into boats to cross a dark lake. Then they were out of the boats, up the front steps, in the door, and up even more steps, finding themselves staring into the face of a very stern witch.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, I am Professor McGonagall," the witch said in a stiff tone of voice, her words echoing in the entry hall like bricks on pavement. "I ask that you wait here a moment. We are not quite ready for you as of now," She continued, her face as serious as when they first arrived.
After a few moments, the professor re-entered the room, looking a bit more cheerful. "We're ready for you now, follow me."
The large group of first-years followed the witch across the Great Hall, trying to ignore the stares and mutterings of the older students. They all approached a long table and stopped, watching Professor McGonagall with wide eyes. "When I call your name, come and sit on the stool. I will place the Sorting Hat upon your head, and you will be sorted into your correct house."
"Alison Anderson!" The witch called.
The young girl cautiously walked up the small set of stairs and seated herself on the bench. The hat was placed on her head, but she was so small that it fell over her eyes. Suddenly the word "HUFFLEPUFF" echoed through the room. The entire Hufflepuff table clapped as the young brunette joined their house.
"Seth Crockett. HUFFLEPUFF! JoAnna Harvey. SLYTHERIN! Brendan Indecelli. GRYFFINDOR! Adrianna Parker. RAVELCLAW! Megan Thompson. GRYFFINDOR! Ginny Weasely. GRYFFINDOR!" the hat chanted many names, fifty-eight newcomers altogether. Seventeen Gryffindors, twelve Hufflepuffs, nineteen Ravenclaws, and eight Slytherin to be exact.
The food suddenly appeared on the tables in front of them, and the first- years let out squeals of excitement and surprise. As everyone dug into the mountains of food in front of them, Megan looked down the table at Harry, he was already looking at her. For a split second, they locked eyes, then Harry smiled and concentrated on his food once again.