Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or settings from the Harry Potter
books; they belong to the wonderfully talented J.K. Rowling. I am however
borrowing them. :o)
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Note: This one picks up at the train station just before 6th year.
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Harry sighed as he looked at the large train before him. His summer had gone by slowly. He never ended up at the headquarters and spent the entire summer with the Dursley's. He climbed onto the train by himself. He knew that even if he found Ron and Hermione, they'd have to go to the prefect's cabinet anyways. So he set off alone, hoping to find an empty compartment to keep to himself.
He found every one was filled with people. Many of them waved, he waved back, but moved on. He found that the very last compartment had a single girl in it. She looked new and he figured he wouldn't have to talk to her much. So, he knocked. She turned to look at him and for a second, he thought she looked familiar.
She had a fair complexion with greenish eyes and brown hair. There was a glow around her, that it seemed like she didn't even sense. Almost like a spell had been placed upon her and she hadn't had the time to take notice. She looked rather nervous, but it added to her beauty. Harry became flustered at once.
"Yes?" she said in a rather sweet voice.
"Uh, can I, would you mind if, I, uh, sat, uh, there?" he asked pointing at the seat. He felt himself blush.
She smiled at him, which only increased her beauty. "Sure."
"Uh, thanks," he said sitting down. She turned back at the window, which shocked Harry. Most people gawked at him before turning away; some never even had the courtesy to turn away. Yet, this girl acted as if he was just a normal person. Which is good, he told himself. He sat and watched the girl for a while. "What's your name?" he finally said.
"Madeline," she replied without turning to look at him.
"That's a nice name," he said, wishing he hadn't the second it left his mouth. If it sounded stupid to him then it had to sound stupid to her.
"My parents thought so," she said as if his comment actual had a meaning to it. She turned and looked at him. "And what is your name?"
"Harry," he said looking at her.
She smiled, "That, too, is a nice name." She bit her bottom lip and turned back to the window.
After a few more moments of silence, Harry asked, "So, are you a first year?"
"No."
"A second year?"
"Nope."
"Okay, we could do this for a while you know," he informed her.
"I'm a sixth year," she told him.
"Really? I've never seen you before. What house are you in?"
"Gryffindor," she said still gazing out the window.
"What? How come I've never seen you before then?" Harry asked, completely unsure of what this girl was talking about. He would've noticed her before if she was a Gryffindor, especially if she was in his year.
She sighed and turned to look at him. "It's a long story and I highly doubt you want to hear. So, I'll just say this, I'm new. I'm a sixth year. I'm in Gryffindor. End of story." She turned back to the window.
"I want to hear," Harry told her suddenly feeling more drawn to this girl by the second. She turned back to look at him. She caught his eye and he held the contact, but felt himself beginning to blush.
"Ok," she replied, "It starts when I was one. Voldemort killed my mother."
Harry looked at her, totally shocked. Barely anyone he knew ever said Voldemort's name. She continued, "I got shipped off to somewhere where I would be safe. Eleven years later, I accidentally get a letter from Hogwarts."
Harry interrupted her, "How can you accidentally get a letter?"
"My name was put on the list for the school when I was born. It was never removed though. So I got a letter, but seeing as everyone thought I was dead,"
Harry interrupted again, "Why did people think you were dead?"
Madeline sighed and continued on as if she hadn't heard his question, "I got my letter, but they took it back. Some technical thing, like if your dead you can't attend school," she waved her hand as if to remove the thought from the air around her. "Anyway, I found my mom's old school books, and studied them by use of her old wand. One thing lead to another and presto-chango, I'm here. Now you know," she concluded. She titled her head and looked at him as if waiting for his response.
"Interesting," was all Harry could think of to say.
She smiled almost graciously at him and said, "I suppose."
They both looked at each other for a while. Harry felt himself blush again. He wasn't sure why this girl could make him do that by only looking at him. "So," he said trying to break the silence and turning so she couldn't see his face, "I suppose you're nervous about, uh, you know."
"About starting school here?" she said filling in his blank spot.
"Yeah. I mean it has to be really nerve racking to start a new school and not know anyone. Especially since everyone you'd meet has know each other for 5 years."
He felt her eyes on him and he was sure his ears were bright red by now.
"Well," she started. He turned to see her biting her upper lip and once again a feeling of familiarity struck him. He had a feeling he had met this girl somewhere before. He eyed her intensely trying to recognize her. She looked at him and her face changed. He had startled her. She wasn't use to boys watching her like that. She felt herself go hot. She never blushed, but if she did, she'd be doing right now. "I'm a little nervous," she continued cautiously. "But, you're alone and you've been here for 5 years. So, maybe there is a place for me here."
Harry was going to correct her and tell her that he wasn't alone because he had to be, it was by choice, but he decided against it. By telling her that he'd have to go into his story and he really didn't want to do that right now, especially to a stranger. "Don't worry, you'll make friends fast," he informed her.
"I'm not to sure about that," she said then sighed again. She took one last look at Harry and turned back to the window. He watched her for about a minute then, he too, looked out the window. They both just sat there, the sun was setting when the compartment door was pushed open.
"Hey, Potty," a sneering voice said into the compartment. Both Harry and Madeline turned to see a blonde boy and two thick set boys standing there. Harry choice to ignore him, so, he turned back to the window. Although, he was muttering curses under his breath, imagining Malfoy turning back into a ferret. "Have a nice summer?" Malfoy asked sarcastically.
Harry gritted his teeth, but continued to stare out the window.
"Hi!" an overly cheery voice boomed from the opposite corner of the car.
Malfoy turned and his jaw dropped. He gawked at the girl and as he did so, Madeline's face changed from a glowing smile to a face full of doubt. "This is Madeline," Harry said taking control of the conversation.
"Hello," Malfoy said, but it came out in a high squeaky voice. Madeline smiled. Harry snickered.
"And your name is?" Madeline asked.
"Malfoy the incredible bouncing ferret," Harry chimed in. Malfoy's face went pink. Madeline looked at Harry and then back at Malfoy.
"Well, maybe I'll get lucky and you'll bounce for me," Madeline said sweetly, although she was trying hard not to laugh.
Malfoy through Harry a look and started to reach inside his robes, but Madeline cut in, "Maybe you should keep on bouncing. You know, down to another compartment."
Malfoy shot a look at her, turned and walked away. Crabbe and Goyle followed.
"Who, exactly, was that?" she asked Harry, but before he could answer two new people appeared at the door. The girl broke into a smile. She had bushy brown hair and was about a foot shorter than the boy with her.
"There you are Harry," she exclaimed. "We've been looking for you. What are you doing way back here?"
"Yeah, mate, we were worried you won't coming back this year," the boy said. He was tall, freckly, and had bright red hair. Harry just stood there looking at them. Suddenly, he wanted to be alone. He sat down without saying a word to either of them.
They both exchanged a glance before turning to see Madeline standing there. "Who are you?" the girl asked.
"I'm," she started to say, but was cut of by Harry.
"This is Madeline," he told them, "My new friend." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down next to him.
"Call me Maddie," she informed them.
"Oh, well, it's, it's nice to met you Maddie," the girl said. "I'm Hermione Granger."
"Uh, yeah," the boy said following Hermione's lead, "I'm Ron,"
"Weasley, right?" Maddie said.
"Yeah, how did you know?" he asked sinking into the seat opposite of Harry.
"I've met your brothers." She informed him.
"Really?"
"Yeah, Fred and George. Those two are nuts."
"Yeah, I guess so," Ron said.
"So, um," Hermione started, but stopped short when Harry sent her a look. They all rode in silence until the train began to slow down. Ron looked relieved to stand up. He lead the way out, followed, almost immediately by Hermione. Harry held back because Maddie hadn't stood up. She sort of gazed out into the darkness. "Don't worry," Harry told her putting his hand her shoulder, "Everything's going to be fine. Hogwarts is great. Just wait until you met Dumbledore, and then you'll feel at home."
She gave him a look of terror at the sound of Dumbledore's name, but whipped her face blank quickly. She stood up and said, "You're probably right."
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There you go chapter two. What did you think? Please review. I'd really appreciate it.
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Note: This one picks up at the train station just before 6th year.
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Harry sighed as he looked at the large train before him. His summer had gone by slowly. He never ended up at the headquarters and spent the entire summer with the Dursley's. He climbed onto the train by himself. He knew that even if he found Ron and Hermione, they'd have to go to the prefect's cabinet anyways. So he set off alone, hoping to find an empty compartment to keep to himself.
He found every one was filled with people. Many of them waved, he waved back, but moved on. He found that the very last compartment had a single girl in it. She looked new and he figured he wouldn't have to talk to her much. So, he knocked. She turned to look at him and for a second, he thought she looked familiar.
She had a fair complexion with greenish eyes and brown hair. There was a glow around her, that it seemed like she didn't even sense. Almost like a spell had been placed upon her and she hadn't had the time to take notice. She looked rather nervous, but it added to her beauty. Harry became flustered at once.
"Yes?" she said in a rather sweet voice.
"Uh, can I, would you mind if, I, uh, sat, uh, there?" he asked pointing at the seat. He felt himself blush.
She smiled at him, which only increased her beauty. "Sure."
"Uh, thanks," he said sitting down. She turned back at the window, which shocked Harry. Most people gawked at him before turning away; some never even had the courtesy to turn away. Yet, this girl acted as if he was just a normal person. Which is good, he told himself. He sat and watched the girl for a while. "What's your name?" he finally said.
"Madeline," she replied without turning to look at him.
"That's a nice name," he said, wishing he hadn't the second it left his mouth. If it sounded stupid to him then it had to sound stupid to her.
"My parents thought so," she said as if his comment actual had a meaning to it. She turned and looked at him. "And what is your name?"
"Harry," he said looking at her.
She smiled, "That, too, is a nice name." She bit her bottom lip and turned back to the window.
After a few more moments of silence, Harry asked, "So, are you a first year?"
"No."
"A second year?"
"Nope."
"Okay, we could do this for a while you know," he informed her.
"I'm a sixth year," she told him.
"Really? I've never seen you before. What house are you in?"
"Gryffindor," she said still gazing out the window.
"What? How come I've never seen you before then?" Harry asked, completely unsure of what this girl was talking about. He would've noticed her before if she was a Gryffindor, especially if she was in his year.
She sighed and turned to look at him. "It's a long story and I highly doubt you want to hear. So, I'll just say this, I'm new. I'm a sixth year. I'm in Gryffindor. End of story." She turned back to the window.
"I want to hear," Harry told her suddenly feeling more drawn to this girl by the second. She turned back to look at him. She caught his eye and he held the contact, but felt himself beginning to blush.
"Ok," she replied, "It starts when I was one. Voldemort killed my mother."
Harry looked at her, totally shocked. Barely anyone he knew ever said Voldemort's name. She continued, "I got shipped off to somewhere where I would be safe. Eleven years later, I accidentally get a letter from Hogwarts."
Harry interrupted her, "How can you accidentally get a letter?"
"My name was put on the list for the school when I was born. It was never removed though. So I got a letter, but seeing as everyone thought I was dead,"
Harry interrupted again, "Why did people think you were dead?"
Madeline sighed and continued on as if she hadn't heard his question, "I got my letter, but they took it back. Some technical thing, like if your dead you can't attend school," she waved her hand as if to remove the thought from the air around her. "Anyway, I found my mom's old school books, and studied them by use of her old wand. One thing lead to another and presto-chango, I'm here. Now you know," she concluded. She titled her head and looked at him as if waiting for his response.
"Interesting," was all Harry could think of to say.
She smiled almost graciously at him and said, "I suppose."
They both looked at each other for a while. Harry felt himself blush again. He wasn't sure why this girl could make him do that by only looking at him. "So," he said trying to break the silence and turning so she couldn't see his face, "I suppose you're nervous about, uh, you know."
"About starting school here?" she said filling in his blank spot.
"Yeah. I mean it has to be really nerve racking to start a new school and not know anyone. Especially since everyone you'd meet has know each other for 5 years."
He felt her eyes on him and he was sure his ears were bright red by now.
"Well," she started. He turned to see her biting her upper lip and once again a feeling of familiarity struck him. He had a feeling he had met this girl somewhere before. He eyed her intensely trying to recognize her. She looked at him and her face changed. He had startled her. She wasn't use to boys watching her like that. She felt herself go hot. She never blushed, but if she did, she'd be doing right now. "I'm a little nervous," she continued cautiously. "But, you're alone and you've been here for 5 years. So, maybe there is a place for me here."
Harry was going to correct her and tell her that he wasn't alone because he had to be, it was by choice, but he decided against it. By telling her that he'd have to go into his story and he really didn't want to do that right now, especially to a stranger. "Don't worry, you'll make friends fast," he informed her.
"I'm not to sure about that," she said then sighed again. She took one last look at Harry and turned back to the window. He watched her for about a minute then, he too, looked out the window. They both just sat there, the sun was setting when the compartment door was pushed open.
"Hey, Potty," a sneering voice said into the compartment. Both Harry and Madeline turned to see a blonde boy and two thick set boys standing there. Harry choice to ignore him, so, he turned back to the window. Although, he was muttering curses under his breath, imagining Malfoy turning back into a ferret. "Have a nice summer?" Malfoy asked sarcastically.
Harry gritted his teeth, but continued to stare out the window.
"Hi!" an overly cheery voice boomed from the opposite corner of the car.
Malfoy turned and his jaw dropped. He gawked at the girl and as he did so, Madeline's face changed from a glowing smile to a face full of doubt. "This is Madeline," Harry said taking control of the conversation.
"Hello," Malfoy said, but it came out in a high squeaky voice. Madeline smiled. Harry snickered.
"And your name is?" Madeline asked.
"Malfoy the incredible bouncing ferret," Harry chimed in. Malfoy's face went pink. Madeline looked at Harry and then back at Malfoy.
"Well, maybe I'll get lucky and you'll bounce for me," Madeline said sweetly, although she was trying hard not to laugh.
Malfoy through Harry a look and started to reach inside his robes, but Madeline cut in, "Maybe you should keep on bouncing. You know, down to another compartment."
Malfoy shot a look at her, turned and walked away. Crabbe and Goyle followed.
"Who, exactly, was that?" she asked Harry, but before he could answer two new people appeared at the door. The girl broke into a smile. She had bushy brown hair and was about a foot shorter than the boy with her.
"There you are Harry," she exclaimed. "We've been looking for you. What are you doing way back here?"
"Yeah, mate, we were worried you won't coming back this year," the boy said. He was tall, freckly, and had bright red hair. Harry just stood there looking at them. Suddenly, he wanted to be alone. He sat down without saying a word to either of them.
They both exchanged a glance before turning to see Madeline standing there. "Who are you?" the girl asked.
"I'm," she started to say, but was cut of by Harry.
"This is Madeline," he told them, "My new friend." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down next to him.
"Call me Maddie," she informed them.
"Oh, well, it's, it's nice to met you Maddie," the girl said. "I'm Hermione Granger."
"Uh, yeah," the boy said following Hermione's lead, "I'm Ron,"
"Weasley, right?" Maddie said.
"Yeah, how did you know?" he asked sinking into the seat opposite of Harry.
"I've met your brothers." She informed him.
"Really?"
"Yeah, Fred and George. Those two are nuts."
"Yeah, I guess so," Ron said.
"So, um," Hermione started, but stopped short when Harry sent her a look. They all rode in silence until the train began to slow down. Ron looked relieved to stand up. He lead the way out, followed, almost immediately by Hermione. Harry held back because Maddie hadn't stood up. She sort of gazed out into the darkness. "Don't worry," Harry told her putting his hand her shoulder, "Everything's going to be fine. Hogwarts is great. Just wait until you met Dumbledore, and then you'll feel at home."
She gave him a look of terror at the sound of Dumbledore's name, but whipped her face blank quickly. She stood up and said, "You're probably right."
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There you go chapter two. What did you think? Please review. I'd really appreciate it.