Chapter 2: The green eyd girl
"Oh, Harry, you look horrible!" Harry's best friend, Hermione Granger said.
September two has finally arrived and Harry couldn't help feeling relieved. When he met with his two best friends in the train (the other one is Ron Weasley), they were shock to see him in such state.
"Good grief mate, it's like they were treating you like a disobedient dog. Atleast the real dog wouldn't get beaten up like this," Ron agreed.
"They did feed you... right?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, my favourite dish, mud, and dirt with my favourite dessert, pickles," Harry replied with sarcasm.
Ron and Hermione hastily took out their lunches out of their bags.
"S'okay. The cart lady's gonna arrive anyway," Harry announced. "Plus, there's feast. I can't wait to taste real food."
"Bloody muggles. Why didn't you cursed them? You're seventeen. You can use your wand," Ron suggested.
"And end up in Azkaban? No thanks," Harry replied.
"Why would you? I told you, you're seventeen, BLow the bloody muggles!"
"Ron! Do you honestly think that blowing up Harry's...relatives, if that's what you call it..... is anyway to solve his solution?"Hermione said, with shock.
"Come'n Hemione. Even you have to admit that they're treating Harry like a dirty mutt far too long! And this has gone waaaay enough!" Ron argued.
"They're just mean people, alright? It's not enough reason for them to be blown up!"
Ron openned his mouth to speak, but Harry butt in, "Look, arguing about this doen't help anything, okay? Just..." he raises his hands,"forget about it, alright?"
And that was the end of the argument.
By one o'clock, the plump witch with the food trolley arrived. Harry gave her all his money in his pocket and ordered about half of the food she was selling.
They watched as Harry wolfed down about four Couldron Cakes before drinking it down with pumpkin juice. He suddenly realized them staring at him and said, "What?"
"Nothing, nothing!" Ron and Hermione both said and the plump witch walked on.
By three-thirty they had nothing to do. Hermione buried herself in a book, Ron continued eating, and Harry just stared out the window.
He was about to doze off, when their compartment door openned, and a girl their age walked in.
The trio held their breath as they caught sight of her face. She had shoulder length black hair that points up in the end. She had thin lips, and had the most palest face. But it wasn't that that took them by surprise.
It was her eyes. Green. Not like Harry's. He had the same eyes as his mother. Innocent and pure.
But hers was....different. It had the strangest shade of green. It was like every emotion she had was mixed all together and that no one could tell what she feels right this minute but her.
"Excuse me..."
That got their attention.
"Can we help you?" Hermione asked, politely.
"Yeah, a boy named Nellive... or was it Neville..... lost a frog. Did any one of you saw it?" She asked.
"N...No... No we didn't," Ron replied.
"K," She replied.
She started to walk out but stop, and said "Don't worry, I get that a lot."
"Who are you?" Hermione asked. "We've never seen you before."
"Crystal...." she walked off. "Crystal Raven."
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Hello, I kno my story's pretty bad, but it's my very first try.
If you don't like it, just let me kno. If ur Fiona Escandor, don't laugh! I started the story of
Harry Potter fanclub there. And I had the seventh done already. And that's the only thing I can say right now!
Chapter 3 will be up soon! Theresians rule!
"Oh, Harry, you look horrible!" Harry's best friend, Hermione Granger said.
September two has finally arrived and Harry couldn't help feeling relieved. When he met with his two best friends in the train (the other one is Ron Weasley), they were shock to see him in such state.
"Good grief mate, it's like they were treating you like a disobedient dog. Atleast the real dog wouldn't get beaten up like this," Ron agreed.
"They did feed you... right?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, my favourite dish, mud, and dirt with my favourite dessert, pickles," Harry replied with sarcasm.
Ron and Hermione hastily took out their lunches out of their bags.
"S'okay. The cart lady's gonna arrive anyway," Harry announced. "Plus, there's feast. I can't wait to taste real food."
"Bloody muggles. Why didn't you cursed them? You're seventeen. You can use your wand," Ron suggested.
"And end up in Azkaban? No thanks," Harry replied.
"Why would you? I told you, you're seventeen, BLow the bloody muggles!"
"Ron! Do you honestly think that blowing up Harry's...relatives, if that's what you call it..... is anyway to solve his solution?"Hermione said, with shock.
"Come'n Hemione. Even you have to admit that they're treating Harry like a dirty mutt far too long! And this has gone waaaay enough!" Ron argued.
"They're just mean people, alright? It's not enough reason for them to be blown up!"
Ron openned his mouth to speak, but Harry butt in, "Look, arguing about this doen't help anything, okay? Just..." he raises his hands,"forget about it, alright?"
And that was the end of the argument.
By one o'clock, the plump witch with the food trolley arrived. Harry gave her all his money in his pocket and ordered about half of the food she was selling.
They watched as Harry wolfed down about four Couldron Cakes before drinking it down with pumpkin juice. He suddenly realized them staring at him and said, "What?"
"Nothing, nothing!" Ron and Hermione both said and the plump witch walked on.
By three-thirty they had nothing to do. Hermione buried herself in a book, Ron continued eating, and Harry just stared out the window.
He was about to doze off, when their compartment door openned, and a girl their age walked in.
The trio held their breath as they caught sight of her face. She had shoulder length black hair that points up in the end. She had thin lips, and had the most palest face. But it wasn't that that took them by surprise.
It was her eyes. Green. Not like Harry's. He had the same eyes as his mother. Innocent and pure.
But hers was....different. It had the strangest shade of green. It was like every emotion she had was mixed all together and that no one could tell what she feels right this minute but her.
"Excuse me..."
That got their attention.
"Can we help you?" Hermione asked, politely.
"Yeah, a boy named Nellive... or was it Neville..... lost a frog. Did any one of you saw it?" She asked.
"N...No... No we didn't," Ron replied.
"K," She replied.
She started to walk out but stop, and said "Don't worry, I get that a lot."
"Who are you?" Hermione asked. "We've never seen you before."
"Crystal...." she walked off. "Crystal Raven."
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..
...
..
.
Hello, I kno my story's pretty bad, but it's my very first try.
If you don't like it, just let me kno. If ur Fiona Escandor, don't laugh! I started the story of
Harry Potter fanclub there. And I had the seventh done already. And that's the only thing I can say right now!
Chapter 3 will be up soon! Theresians rule!