Disclaimer: Yet again, I still do not own Rowling's work. I just do stuff w/ it. If you like what you see, ask before playing.
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Joesph jumped as the train came to a stop. The other kids in the compartment shifted awake slowly. They were all older and taller than Joesph who was 11 and 4'10". The 15 year old girl who was sitting next to him had slumped on to his shoulder and had drooled on his fresh new robes, worn for the first time.
"Sorry," she said sleepily and handed him a hankerchief to wipe up her mess.
"I-it's okay," Joesph's shaking voice betrayed him. His foreboding (sp?) feeling would not wear off and left him in a panicked state. This feeling of dread had been heavy on his heart ever since his owl first came home with this strange and foreign note from Hogwarts. His parents had been all a twitter, excited to buy him his first robes and cauldron, to get his wand repaired. He did not tell them that something aweful was going to happen. They would become upset and think he did not appriciate his good fortune. So he kept quiet.
He trudged off the train, keeping his eyes on his feet. He followed the crowd until he bumped into what felt like the skinniest tree trunk in his life. A tall, thin man, built and shaped like a twig, towered over the crowd. He smiled gently down at Joesph.
"Hello there," he said.
Joesph shook. It seemed this man's voice added to the foreboding feeling.
"Are you a first year?" Joesph could only, slowly, nod his head once. "You belong over there," the man said, placing a hand on Joesph's shoulder, causing him to quiver more, and faced him in the direction of a dark lake before the majestic castle that was Hogwarts. Numerous glittering lights bounced off of the reflection of the castly in the lake, as were there more on the boats waiting at the shore.
Joesph quickly ran away from this man to the boats. There was a woman there, in one of the boats, helping children find seats in others. Joesph quickly ran in to her boat with two other girls already in there.
Breathing heavily, he stared back at the tall thin man, wishing never to see him again. The boat started moving, causing Joesph to jump again in surprise. He looked all around until his focus came on to the two girls in the boat. They were both staring at him strangely.
One girl had white blonde, boyishly short hair, one gray eye and one blue. She had a slightly twisted feel to her presence. The other girl had short blonde hair, but not as white nor as short as the other girl's. This girl seemed as if she had not once smiled in her life.
"Are you okay? Are you sick?" the girl with the different colored eyes asked.
Joesph nodded timidly.
"You're sick?"
"No, no. . . . I'm not."
She continued to stare again, but turned around to face the castle.
Joesph attempted to relax. His hand dropped into the cool water, submerged to the wrist. It felt cool and refreshing, lifting the heavy feeling by a margin. Joesph smiled and the lightness of the water didn't change, not even when a large, scaly tentacle brushed over his fingertips. Whatever the creature was, it did not alter the happy feeling that Joesph now carried.
Suddenly, there was a large unbalance in the feelings of good and bad around Joesph. He looked to all sides. The skinny man was to the east and traveling towards the school, but that wasn't the source; nor was the train leaving to the south of him.
There was a tiny bad feeling to the west. The source was a boy. Dark black hair, wild and askew, downcast blue eyes that looked like a heavy dark storm. Joesph could not see these features due to the lack of light, but he knew this wasn't the source of the unbalance.
But to the north, was the castle. It felt. . . good. Then he saw the source: in a window was a woman, old and friednly looking. She appeared to be talking to someone. She then turned to the window and faced the boats. Joesph could've sworn she smiled right at him, but he knew that it wasn't true. Still, it made him relax again and fear this building less and less.
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Kid w/ black hair and blue eyes is a Potter, I do not own that name. Whoot!! I should do my essay now. Procrastinating. School's over and I don't care doo daa doo daa!