hey everbody! just so ya know, this is my first fic, and i am very sensitive! so no flamers pweez! ok, hope ya like it!
CHAPTER 1:
(Hermione's P.O.V.)
When I first got on the train to Hogwarts, I was a little nervous. It wasn't like my old school at all and I didn't know anyone or even if I'd be good at magic! Then I saw his face; dirt and all he was still good looking. He had blazing red hair and piercing green eyes. His clothes were a little shabby but I thought nothing of it.
I wish I looked nice… My hair looks like a wild animal crawled onto my head and died there. In other words it was a giant frizz ball. I was too skinny and too short for my age.
I jumped back to reality when the train whistle blew. I got on the train and chose to sit in a compartment with a boy named Neville Longbottom.
About 3/4ths of the way there Neville shouted, "Trevor!?" He searched the compartment frantically calling "Trevor" every now and then. He asked me to help him find Trevor. Since I'm no one to be unkind I decided to check other cars. I opened the closest door to find two boys laughing. One with round glasses, jet black hair, clothes much to big for him and vibrant green eyes. The other was the boy I had seen get on the train earlier. Not really knowing what to do I finally spit out, "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." "No," the red head said a little bitterly. "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then…" I said trying to start a conversation. He said some sort of made up spell and I said, "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good is it? I've only tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me." I tried to look impressive. I stepped in and sat down across from the boy with glasses, who had been silent his whole time. I noticed his glasses had been taped at the middle, "For example," I pointed my wand I between his eyes, "Oculus Repairo" a spark shot out of my wand and the bridge of his glasses were fixed. I saw a scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead, "Holy cricket! You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. And… you are?" I said trying not to look interested. "I'm Ron Weasley." he said with so much chocolate in his mouth that if he opened it up any further, the contents would spill out. "Pleasure," I said a bit sarcastically.
I left the compartment and changed into my robes. I was placed in Gryffindor and was almost killed by a troll that year. The next year I was petrified half way through the year. Third year Sirius Black was on the loose, and I had taken too many subjects for even me to handle. Fourth year I went to the Yule Ball with a famous Quidditch Seeker named Victor Krum in the event of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Fifth year I battled a few Death Eaters. But, where our story really begins is the summer of sixth year…
so there ya have it, tell me what you think! i did my best....more to come!
