Ch 3
"Ron, Fred, Harry, everyone come here!" Ginny shouted over the crowed of people waiting to get their books signed by the author, Gilderoy Lockhart.
Pretty soon, 3 red-heads, a bushy haired brunette and a slim boy in jeans three sizes too big for him were working their way through the crowd.
"Everyone, this is Renee O'Conner. She's gonna be in my year at Hogwarts. Renee, this is Fred, that's George, Ron, Hermione Granger and this is Harry Potter," Ginny told her new acquaintance, pointing the friends as she spoke.
"Hi," Renee greeted them. She saw the boy called Ron's expression drop to confusion, but almost instantly, he was smiling again.
"She's American," Ginny told them.
"Really? What's it like to live over there? Is it much different from here?" Hermione asked inquisitively.
Just as Renee opened her mouth to speak, curtains towards the back of the shop parted, and a blonde-haired man with a perfect smile stepped out and addressed the crowd. Spying Harry, he pulled him up for a picture, and mumbled something about fame...
'Was Harry famous? The Weasleys hasn't acted like it....neither had Hermione,' she wondered.
She tapped Ginny on the shoulder, "Ginny? What's Harry famous for?"
Ginny's eyes widened and she recounted the story of Harry being 'the boy who lived.'
"So he's like a wizard legend?"
"Well, I guess you could say that," she replied.
Hermione, overhearing the conversation added, "But he's a normal person. Just like you and me. He doesn't act famous. I mean, he can't go around and brag about something he can remember, now can he?"
"No," Renee said, fixing her eyes on the black-haired teenager standing a few rows ahead of her, "I guess not."