Hello everyone...glad you checked this out...if you checked this out...I could be talking to myself for all I know. Anyways, to forewarn you. THIS STORY HAS FLUFF IN IT, got it? If you're one of those no fluff whatsoever angsty people do NOT read this. You'll only get angry and flame me in the reviews for reasons like this is a @*##&$* Mary Sue fic or "this is boring" which are not very helpful to my writing style (by the way I don't want this to be a Mary Sue and it would be much appreciated if someone could clearly define it for me so I can be careful). Secondly, this is my first fic...be gentle. ;) I'm writing this as a stress reliever, etc so it's probably not going to be very serious or angsty as I get enough of that in my life. So BE WARNED FLUFF SHUNNERS BEGONE!!!!
Are you sure you are willing to read this with an open mind?
Positive?
Allrighty then, here goes
Disclaimer: I own nobody but Lindsay. J.K. Rowling owns all the others.
Lindsay Thompson was feeling very nervous as she walked with her parents into King's Cross Station. After attending The New York institute for Young Witches and Wizards for her first three years of school, she was going to have to transfer to Hogwarts. Her mother's job got moved to England, and her parents were convinced that Hogwarts was an excellent school. Clenching her ticket stub and staring at the brick wall in front of her, Lindsay wasn't so sure.
"Now Lindsay," said her father. "I've spoken to the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, and he said that in order to get onto the platform you have to take a running start, preferably, at that wall.
Lindsay gave him a blank look
"It's sort of like how you got to your old school, remember?"
Lindsay thought back to last year. In order to get onto the airplane flight that would transport you to the school, you had to close your eyes and walk onto a baggage conveyer belt...not easy to do and remain undetected.
"Oh, right, gotcha Dad."
Lindsay hugged her parents goodbye, turned towards the brick wall, stuffed her hands into the kangaroo pocket of her hooded sweatshirt, and took a deep breath. She set off at a dead run.
Ch 2
Preparing herself for the impact that never came, Lindsay must have looked strange coming out on platform 9 and 3/4. She had her face scrunched up and her eyes wee shut. She opened them just in time to avoid crashing into a large, klutzy looking boy with brown hair sticking out at angles. He gave an "eep" of surprise and bounded off. Lindsay pushed her cart up to the train, showed the conductor her ticket, and boarded the train.
The din was almost unbearable. Students were yelling and laughing, animals were making various sounds from meowing to hooting, and there was a loud piercing whistle which reminded everyone that the train was due to set off at any moment. Lindsay wished furiously that she had gotten here earlier so that she could've had her pick of compartments. Well here goes nothing she thought when she opened the compartment nearest to her.
The faces of five somewhat startled teenagers looked at her. "Ummm hi, is it ok if I sit here?" Lindsay asked quietly.
"Sure" said a girl with long, bushy brown hair. Giving Lindsay a warm smile she turned back to what appeared to be a large textbook and began muttering under her breath. Lindsay sat down and pulled out her latest Sci Fi fantasy novel. She was beginning to read when a slightly plump boy asked her, "Are you American?"
"Umm Yeah, why?"
"Well, you had an American accent. What's your name?"
"Lindsay. Lindsay Thompson."
"You look older than a first year," said a boy with shockingly bright red hair who was playing wizard's chess with a black haired boy with glasses.
"Well, actually, I'm a fourth year." The heads of the five kids raised slightly "I transferred here from the New York Institute for Young Witches and Wizards."
The girl with the bushy brown hair looked up and said "Oh I've heard of that school. It's supposed to have a really rigorous academic program."
The red head boy said, "You would know that wouldn't you Hermione." Hermione chucked a textbook at him, which he narrowly avoided by ducking. The book however managed to land on the chessboard, scattering the pieces.
"Awww Hermione, look what you've done," said the redhead "and I was winning....... as usual," he added as an after thought. The black haired boy gave him a good-natured glare and straightened his glasses, which had been lightly jostled by the book, "I'm Harry Potter by the way," he said.
"Oh," said Lindsay, "I've read about you."
"Well, don't believe everything you read."
"Isn't that the truth," said Lindsay.
"I'm Ron Weasley," said the red head
"I'm Neville Longbottom," said the plump boy. Another boy who had black hair and had a mischievous gleam in his eye said "I'm Seammus Finnegan."
"And I'm Hermione Granger," said the girl with bushy brown hair.
"Nice to meet you all.......I guess I'll be seeing you in classes."
"Yeah most of us have at least 2 or 3 classes together." Said Ron
Lindsay talked to Hermione about classes for a while then she read for the rest of the trip. The train lurched to a stop and the group got out. "Come on, walk with us. We can all share a carriage," said Hermione. With a smile of gratitude, Lindsay hopped up into the carriage.
Are you sure you are willing to read this with an open mind?
Positive?
Allrighty then, here goes
Disclaimer: I own nobody but Lindsay. J.K. Rowling owns all the others.
Lindsay Thompson was feeling very nervous as she walked with her parents into King's Cross Station. After attending The New York institute for Young Witches and Wizards for her first three years of school, she was going to have to transfer to Hogwarts. Her mother's job got moved to England, and her parents were convinced that Hogwarts was an excellent school. Clenching her ticket stub and staring at the brick wall in front of her, Lindsay wasn't so sure.
"Now Lindsay," said her father. "I've spoken to the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, and he said that in order to get onto the platform you have to take a running start, preferably, at that wall.
Lindsay gave him a blank look
"It's sort of like how you got to your old school, remember?"
Lindsay thought back to last year. In order to get onto the airplane flight that would transport you to the school, you had to close your eyes and walk onto a baggage conveyer belt...not easy to do and remain undetected.
"Oh, right, gotcha Dad."
Lindsay hugged her parents goodbye, turned towards the brick wall, stuffed her hands into the kangaroo pocket of her hooded sweatshirt, and took a deep breath. She set off at a dead run.
Ch 2
Preparing herself for the impact that never came, Lindsay must have looked strange coming out on platform 9 and 3/4. She had her face scrunched up and her eyes wee shut. She opened them just in time to avoid crashing into a large, klutzy looking boy with brown hair sticking out at angles. He gave an "eep" of surprise and bounded off. Lindsay pushed her cart up to the train, showed the conductor her ticket, and boarded the train.
The din was almost unbearable. Students were yelling and laughing, animals were making various sounds from meowing to hooting, and there was a loud piercing whistle which reminded everyone that the train was due to set off at any moment. Lindsay wished furiously that she had gotten here earlier so that she could've had her pick of compartments. Well here goes nothing she thought when she opened the compartment nearest to her.
The faces of five somewhat startled teenagers looked at her. "Ummm hi, is it ok if I sit here?" Lindsay asked quietly.
"Sure" said a girl with long, bushy brown hair. Giving Lindsay a warm smile she turned back to what appeared to be a large textbook and began muttering under her breath. Lindsay sat down and pulled out her latest Sci Fi fantasy novel. She was beginning to read when a slightly plump boy asked her, "Are you American?"
"Umm Yeah, why?"
"Well, you had an American accent. What's your name?"
"Lindsay. Lindsay Thompson."
"You look older than a first year," said a boy with shockingly bright red hair who was playing wizard's chess with a black haired boy with glasses.
"Well, actually, I'm a fourth year." The heads of the five kids raised slightly "I transferred here from the New York Institute for Young Witches and Wizards."
The girl with the bushy brown hair looked up and said "Oh I've heard of that school. It's supposed to have a really rigorous academic program."
The red head boy said, "You would know that wouldn't you Hermione." Hermione chucked a textbook at him, which he narrowly avoided by ducking. The book however managed to land on the chessboard, scattering the pieces.
"Awww Hermione, look what you've done," said the redhead "and I was winning....... as usual," he added as an after thought. The black haired boy gave him a good-natured glare and straightened his glasses, which had been lightly jostled by the book, "I'm Harry Potter by the way," he said.
"Oh," said Lindsay, "I've read about you."
"Well, don't believe everything you read."
"Isn't that the truth," said Lindsay.
"I'm Ron Weasley," said the red head
"I'm Neville Longbottom," said the plump boy. Another boy who had black hair and had a mischievous gleam in his eye said "I'm Seammus Finnegan."
"And I'm Hermione Granger," said the girl with bushy brown hair.
"Nice to meet you all.......I guess I'll be seeing you in classes."
"Yeah most of us have at least 2 or 3 classes together." Said Ron
Lindsay talked to Hermione about classes for a while then she read for the rest of the trip. The train lurched to a stop and the group got out. "Come on, walk with us. We can all share a carriage," said Hermione. With a smile of gratitude, Lindsay hopped up into the carriage.