Chapter 7
All Harry could think about was this girl. And yet, he didn't even know her name. Harry
first saw the girl at breakfast, the first official day of the school year. She was sitting at
the Slytherin table, eating a pile of pancakes when Harry first noticed her. Ron and
Hermione saw Harry staring, wide-eyed at her, and couldn't help but have a snicker.
"So, Harry, what are you looking at?" asked Ron inquisitively. Harry continued to
stare, blank-eyed at the girl.
"Hello, Harry," asked Hermione. "Are you in there?" The two followed Harry's
gaze and their eye's landed on the girl.
"Who is that?" asked Ron, puzzled.
"I don't know," replied Hermione. "Maybe it's the new girl. I heard she
transferred here from one of those secret, private schools that no one knows the name of.
You know, the ones where they supposedly learn black magic and things like that.
I really don't see what Harry sees in her. I mean, come on, she's a Slytherin. She can't be
good news."
"You're right. Come on, help me." Ron gestured to Harry. The pair waved their
hands in front of his face, and flung some syrupy pancakes up at him. Finally, after
dumping the pitcher of cold water on his head, he broke out of his trance.
"Aahhhhh!" screamed Harry. "What was that for?"
"You were staring at a Slytherin, and you were in some kind of trance," replied
Ron.
" No I wasn't!" Harry angrily replied back. "I'm not that stupid to fall in love
with a Slytherin!"
" Harry, no one said you were in love with her. Just staring. But, maybe she had
you under you spell. I know all about-" Hermoine's speech was cut short.
"I was under no spell, and I wasn't staring!" screamed Harry. By now they had
involved quite a crowd. Including the girl. "Now leave me alone, you stupid people!"
Harry angrily stormed out of the dining hall and towards the Gryffindor common room.
He wasn't very hungry anymore. How could they treat me like that, Harry thought to
himself. But then, Harry realized, they were right. He had been staring at the girl. The girl
who sat at the Slytherin table, the one with the cool blue eyes and shiny black-.
Whoa," Harry muttered to himself as he roamed the halls of the school. "Get a
grip on yourself. Get a grip on yourself."
All Harry could think about was this girl. And yet, he didn't even know her name. Harry
first saw the girl at breakfast, the first official day of the school year. She was sitting at
the Slytherin table, eating a pile of pancakes when Harry first noticed her. Ron and
Hermione saw Harry staring, wide-eyed at her, and couldn't help but have a snicker.
"So, Harry, what are you looking at?" asked Ron inquisitively. Harry continued to
stare, blank-eyed at the girl.
"Hello, Harry," asked Hermione. "Are you in there?" The two followed Harry's
gaze and their eye's landed on the girl.
"Who is that?" asked Ron, puzzled.
"I don't know," replied Hermione. "Maybe it's the new girl. I heard she
transferred here from one of those secret, private schools that no one knows the name of.
You know, the ones where they supposedly learn black magic and things like that.
I really don't see what Harry sees in her. I mean, come on, she's a Slytherin. She can't be
good news."
"You're right. Come on, help me." Ron gestured to Harry. The pair waved their
hands in front of his face, and flung some syrupy pancakes up at him. Finally, after
dumping the pitcher of cold water on his head, he broke out of his trance.
"Aahhhhh!" screamed Harry. "What was that for?"
"You were staring at a Slytherin, and you were in some kind of trance," replied
Ron.
" No I wasn't!" Harry angrily replied back. "I'm not that stupid to fall in love
with a Slytherin!"
" Harry, no one said you were in love with her. Just staring. But, maybe she had
you under you spell. I know all about-" Hermoine's speech was cut short.
"I was under no spell, and I wasn't staring!" screamed Harry. By now they had
involved quite a crowd. Including the girl. "Now leave me alone, you stupid people!"
Harry angrily stormed out of the dining hall and towards the Gryffindor common room.
He wasn't very hungry anymore. How could they treat me like that, Harry thought to
himself. But then, Harry realized, they were right. He had been staring at the girl. The girl
who sat at the Slytherin table, the one with the cool blue eyes and shiny black-.
Whoa," Harry muttered to himself as he roamed the halls of the school. "Get a
grip on yourself. Get a grip on yourself."