Chapter 2: The New Girl
"Who's that?" Harry asked Ron as they looked through the Hogwarts train window to see if they could spot their friend, Hermione. Ron looked in the direction that Harry nodded at and saw the hottest girl he's ever seen, apart from Fleur Delacoure. She had on a halter top Harry pointed out, since no wizards wore regular clothing.
"Are you thinking of what I'm thinking?" Harry said as they observed the girl reading a book and occasionally looking out the window.
"Yeah! You wish some girls around here wore those kinds of clothes!" Ron exclaimed.
"No you idiot! She's muggle born," Harry explained.
Lindze Harpzrose looked out the foggy train station. She was excited to be accepted as a wizard finally! She waited for this day since she found out in America. The problem was that she was already fifteen years old. She was way behind, even though Prof. Dumbledore said she be up to speed soon since she had taken lessons at the academy in the U.S. She looked around and noticed she was very out of place. She wore a pink halter even though everyone was wearing grey robes. She had platinum blonde hair which could be spotted easily in the sea of black coats, and she noticed that everyone had a British accent but she was American so she was in a culture shock too. She decided to study the book the headmaster had given her when they met over the summer, "Hogwarts A History." It was interesting but didn't really shock her; it wasn't like she was a muggle anymore.
The compartment door opened and a bushy haired girl walked in. She looked a little taken back at the new girl but immediately put a smile on her face.
"Can I sit with you?" the girl asked.
"Yeah, go ahead." Lindze scooted over so she could sit by her.
"My name is Hermione Granger"
"Lindze Harpzrose. Nice to meet you." They shook hands that was followed by silence.
"Are you a first year? I've never seen you around before?" Hermione questioned.
"No, I'm a fifth year, just new. I'm a transfer from America."
Lindze and Hermione chatted for a while after that. Hermione told her about the houses and Lindze decided she wanted to be in Gryffindor with Hermione. She quickly found out that Slytherins were snobs too. Soon the compartment door opened again and a tall boy with glasses and a fiery red haired boy walked in. (We already know who they are!)
"Where were you Hermione?" the tall boy asked.
"And whose your friend?" the other boy asked, smiling at Lindze.
"Oh, this is Lindze. Lindze these are my friends, Harry and Ron." They all smiled at each other and quickly got into a discussion about Quidditch. Lindze knew the game fairly well and was for the American Falcons all the way.
"No way! The Cannons are way better!" Ron was arguing until the door opened for a third time. This time a blonde hair boy came in. Lindze thought he was pretty good looking if he didn't have that little evil scowl on his face.
"Potty, weasel, whose your new friend?" the boy inquired.
Lindze stood up and could tell by his tone of voice that her new friends weren't exactly glad about seeing the guy. He looked pretty menacing with his two ogerish body guards backing him up.
"If you want to know then just talk to me yourself," Lindze replied. She saw Ron's fists clench and knew for sure that he was an enemy.
"Oh, I know who you are, and I also know why you're here. Lindze right?" the boy smirked.
"How did you know?"
"My dad has the connections. Friends with the minister of magic and all that." Lindze couldn't help noticing the boys green eyes. He was pretty hot, even if he was conceded. "So why did you come here after that whole fiasco in America?"
'How did this kid know about that,' Lindze asked herself. "So what's your name anyway?" Lindze asked to try and change the subject.
"It's the amazing ferret," Hermione replied, still sitting down.
"It's Draco Malfoy. And watch it you filthy mudblood." As soon as those words escaped from his lips, there was a puff of smoke and a crash. When the smoke cleared out, Draco was laying unconscious in the corridor. From the hole in the door, they could see people coming out of their compartments to check out the scene. Lindze just stood their, wand in hand. She hated it when people used 'mudblood'. In her mind, it was the worst word ever invented.
In whispers in the corner of the compartment Ron and Harry were looking at Lindze.
"She is so hot!" Ron exclaimed in a loud whisper.