There was nothing to be worried about, she told herself for the upteenth time that day as she boarded Hogwarts Express. Nothing at all. She'd get to see her father finally after so many years, but she doubted he'd welcome her with open arms. But that wasn't a problem, neither was the fact that he left her and her mother to become someone completely different.
She shuddered as she thought about her mother. To her it was better to think about the father she didn't remember. Someone she could make something good about them. Her overactive imagination, thats what her mother used to call it. To her a gift, to her mother a curse that was never to be left unattended.
She cursed herself as she stubbed her toe on a partially open door to a compartment. Satisfied she found an empty compartment she went in, hefted her trunk up on to the baggage holder and sat down with a new romance novel. Lifting her legs she stretched them out on the seats next to her and immediatly began to get lost in a different world that seemed to be made just for her.
Harry Potter walked along the boardwalk of King's Cross Train Station. He looked like a normal sixteen year old kid, with the exception of a lighting shaped scar on his forehead. But he wasn't normal, oh no. Harry was a wizard, probably, if trained correctly and under proper supervision, he'd become one of the most powerful wizards in the country.
As he came to the post between Platform 9 and Platform 10 he sighed in relief when he didn't see any muggles around and he felt free enough to walk straight through it as he had done many times now up to his sixth year.
He couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen that year, something that was very, very important. He hoped to god it didn't have to do with Voldemort. For once in his life he wished he could of been normal, with parents and godparents still alive.
But for him alas, none of that could be. You see he was the boy that lived and he killed one of the greatest wizard, Voldemort, of the time. Now Voldemort was back and trying to kill him again. Somethings could just get so annoying.
He looked around for his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. At first he couldn't see them, so he turned around to see if they had come in after him.
Then he heard the yelling, "Harry over here." It was Ron, Hermione and Ron's little sister, Ginny, he was one of the few that knew her first name was Ginevra.
Harry grinned and pushed his cart over to them, "Hello Ron, Hermione, Ginny."
Ginny blushed.
"Harry I'm sorry you couldn't come for the summer," Ron said, smiling discontently.
"Its fine. The Durselys were actually kind of nice this summer," Harry said shrugging, "Did you find us a compartment?"
"Yes. There is only one problem. We have to share it do you mind," Hermione said, "Ginny will be sitting with her friends."
"No I don't mind," Harry said, "Ron help me with this will you?"
Ron lifted one end of the trunk and Harry lifted the other, "Lead the way Ron."
With Hermione in front of Ron, the trio walked in silence. The reached the front compartment and walked in. After the trunk was lifted and stored Harry got a full look at their compartment partner.
A book stuck in her hands and her nose in it he couldn't see her eyes, but her long chestnut hair fell halfway down her back. Thats all he could see and then she looked up at him. Her eyes were almond shaped, the color was aquamarine. Her nose small and pert. Full lips that were unpainted.
He felt the breath in his lungs clog and for the life of him it wouldn't come out. All of it was set into a heart-shaped face that was only fitting for an angel. What he wasn't prepared for was when she smiled.
Get a hold of yourself Harry, he told himself, she has to be a first year. Thats too much age difference between the two of you.
"Hello," He was finally able to say.
Hey. I couldn't think of a title for this. If anyone has any ideas please post it in a review. Thanks
Angel
She shuddered as she thought about her mother. To her it was better to think about the father she didn't remember. Someone she could make something good about them. Her overactive imagination, thats what her mother used to call it. To her a gift, to her mother a curse that was never to be left unattended.
She cursed herself as she stubbed her toe on a partially open door to a compartment. Satisfied she found an empty compartment she went in, hefted her trunk up on to the baggage holder and sat down with a new romance novel. Lifting her legs she stretched them out on the seats next to her and immediatly began to get lost in a different world that seemed to be made just for her.
Harry Potter walked along the boardwalk of King's Cross Train Station. He looked like a normal sixteen year old kid, with the exception of a lighting shaped scar on his forehead. But he wasn't normal, oh no. Harry was a wizard, probably, if trained correctly and under proper supervision, he'd become one of the most powerful wizards in the country.
As he came to the post between Platform 9 and Platform 10 he sighed in relief when he didn't see any muggles around and he felt free enough to walk straight through it as he had done many times now up to his sixth year.
He couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen that year, something that was very, very important. He hoped to god it didn't have to do with Voldemort. For once in his life he wished he could of been normal, with parents and godparents still alive.
But for him alas, none of that could be. You see he was the boy that lived and he killed one of the greatest wizard, Voldemort, of the time. Now Voldemort was back and trying to kill him again. Somethings could just get so annoying.
He looked around for his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. At first he couldn't see them, so he turned around to see if they had come in after him.
Then he heard the yelling, "Harry over here." It was Ron, Hermione and Ron's little sister, Ginny, he was one of the few that knew her first name was Ginevra.
Harry grinned and pushed his cart over to them, "Hello Ron, Hermione, Ginny."
Ginny blushed.
"Harry I'm sorry you couldn't come for the summer," Ron said, smiling discontently.
"Its fine. The Durselys were actually kind of nice this summer," Harry said shrugging, "Did you find us a compartment?"
"Yes. There is only one problem. We have to share it do you mind," Hermione said, "Ginny will be sitting with her friends."
"No I don't mind," Harry said, "Ron help me with this will you?"
Ron lifted one end of the trunk and Harry lifted the other, "Lead the way Ron."
With Hermione in front of Ron, the trio walked in silence. The reached the front compartment and walked in. After the trunk was lifted and stored Harry got a full look at their compartment partner.
A book stuck in her hands and her nose in it he couldn't see her eyes, but her long chestnut hair fell halfway down her back. Thats all he could see and then she looked up at him. Her eyes were almond shaped, the color was aquamarine. Her nose small and pert. Full lips that were unpainted.
He felt the breath in his lungs clog and for the life of him it wouldn't come out. All of it was set into a heart-shaped face that was only fitting for an angel. What he wasn't prepared for was when she smiled.
Get a hold of yourself Harry, he told himself, she has to be a first year. Thats too much age difference between the two of you.
"Hello," He was finally able to say.
Hey. I couldn't think of a title for this. If anyone has any ideas please post it in a review. Thanks
Angel