The boy I had dream of all my life was right there, beyond that door and all I wanted was to say "Hello Harry" without making him think I was nothing more than a silly girl drooling over her hero. That's not how I felt for him! Deep inside I always knew he was something more than a scar on the forehead and I didn't want to meet Harry Potter, the most famous wizard of our times, I wanted to meet Harry, the boy... just Harry! I have no idea how long I stayed there, watching him. Time froze and I only woke up from my trance when a prefect passed by and asked me if I was alright. I muttered something about being in the wrong compartment and stormed out immediately, my cheeks burning and my heart beating as fast as a snitch' wings. Dear Merlin! I couldn't believe what I had just done! I had seen him and flew like a bloody coward! Later on, when the Sorting Ceremony began, I spotted him in the back of the line looking nervously around. I couldn't help but smile, I mean, for someone who had beaten one of the greatest evil sorcerers of all times, he seemed incredibly insecure and almost scared. I always had a feeling that Harry was not the typical hero since he probably didn't know how he had survived and nearly killed You-Know-Who. While I was waiting for my turn to be sorted, I was secretly praying to be putted in the same house as he, that way we could become friends or at least more acquainted. Needless to say we were not sort into the same house. The Sorting Hat put me in Hufflepuff (as I expected) and him in Gryffindor. I remember feeling sad, disappointed even angry... not with him of course, but with me, with my stupidity for living my entire life dreaming about the moment I'd finally meet him, for thinking I could get closer to him if we were sorted into the same house but especially for loving him immensely without any good reason, just based on my mum's tales and the books I read. It was like a cold shower snapping me back to reality and for the first time in my life I wished I'd never come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A/N: Here's the 2nd part of my story. A bit shorter than the previous one,
but I promise the next part will be bigger.
C. Night: I'm glad you feel curious about the main character who is a girl, by the way. As for your suggestions, when I started writing I thought about doing as you said: break the text into paragraphs. But then I realize this is about the inner thoughts of a person which means it won't have always a temporal order and that would make it a bit hard for me to insert paragraphs. As for the dialogues, there will be some later on. Don't forget the story is mostly about the reflections of the character and sometimes there isn't much room to put a real dialogue. Thank you for expressing your opinion, suggestions and critics are always welcome! :) Oh and thanks for the tip on the anonymous reviews!
Silent Planet: Thank you so much! My biggest problem with writing in a
foreign language is the vocabulary... thank God for dictionaries!
Lina Shay: Thanks! I'm working on it!