"Do you mind if I sit here?" Harry looked up, bushing back his black hair.
"No, go ahead!" The girl sat down next to him. He looked at her long brown hair. Thinner, but as long as Hermione's. She smiled at him, her bluish green eyes sparkled, Harry was reminded of the sea. She reached out her hand. "I'm Clairisa Woodsmore." Harry shook her hand.
"Harry Potter."
"It's nice to meet you. So what year are you?"
"I'm a sixth." Harry thought about the year before. He hoped it would be completely different. But knowing Voldemort it wouldn't. He was surprised to notice she didn't stair at his scar or flip at finding out she had met him. It made him happier.
"I can't believe him! The nerve of some people!"
"Ron, we can't help what Malfoy does!" Hermione and Ron had just entered. Ron looking furious, Hermione looking annoyed.
"Hello," Clairisa smiled, "I'm Clairisa." She reached her hand out.
"I'm Hermione," Hermione shook her hand, "and this is Ron." Hermione nudged Ron and he shook Clairisa's hand as well.
"Are you friends of Harry?" She seemed really excited.
"Err - Yeah." Ron sounded unsure.
Hermione glared at him and then sat down next to Clairisa. "So you're a First Year." She said a statement not a question. "You look older than a Fist Years normally do."
"Oh, I'm not a first year. I'm a Sixth Year!" Ron mouth fell open at that.
"You are?" Hermione looked shocked.
"Yes, I was told to find," she paused as she looked at her paper she had brought, "Hermione Granger. Dumbledore thinks she can help me handle a wand. I'm not use to using one you see -"
"What do you mean not use to using one?" Hermione looked flabbergasted.
"Well I've never had to use a wand but I also never really had complete control over my magic."
"Well you found her." Ron said grumpily.
"What do you need Granger for?" Sneered a voice from the door. "To get use to a wand? Don't hold your breath though. You'll never be as good as perfect little -" He was cut off. Something hit him hard in his stomach and sent him flying; no one saw where he landed. Harry looked around; no one had lifted his or her wand. Yet a spell was cast, he was sure of that.
Clairisa looked back to Ron. "What do you mean I . . ." she drifted off. "You're Hermione Granger." She said as if everything just sank in.
"Yep, that's me!" Hermione sounded proud of herself. "So what all do you know about magic? If you're a Sixth Year not to mention you act like everything is just so new." Harry wanted to know what was going on.
She was just staring at him. At his scar he cringed inwardly as she looked at him. She didn't have the same surprised/excited look everyone else always had. "Why are you so scared?"
It was a simple question. Harry hardly heard it though. It sounded as if she didn't ever realize she had said it. He paused. How did she know he was scared he hadn't told anyone the constant dreams he had had over the summer? They gave him the creeps! He was still contemplating his meeting with Dumbledore too, it mad him wonder. Clairisa suddenly sprang back to life. But Harry stayed where he was in his mind still thinking, not even noticing the conversation around him.
"So . . ." Ron and Hermione had to leave for there Prefect duties. It was just Harry and Clairisa. They were almost to Hogwarts now. "What did you mean when you asked why I was so scared?"
Clairisa looked at him puzzled. "What do you mean? I don't remember asking such a thing."
"You did." Silence grew between them.
"No, go ahead!" The girl sat down next to him. He looked at her long brown hair. Thinner, but as long as Hermione's. She smiled at him, her bluish green eyes sparkled, Harry was reminded of the sea. She reached out her hand. "I'm Clairisa Woodsmore." Harry shook her hand.
"Harry Potter."
"It's nice to meet you. So what year are you?"
"I'm a sixth." Harry thought about the year before. He hoped it would be completely different. But knowing Voldemort it wouldn't. He was surprised to notice she didn't stair at his scar or flip at finding out she had met him. It made him happier.
"I can't believe him! The nerve of some people!"
"Ron, we can't help what Malfoy does!" Hermione and Ron had just entered. Ron looking furious, Hermione looking annoyed.
"Hello," Clairisa smiled, "I'm Clairisa." She reached her hand out.
"I'm Hermione," Hermione shook her hand, "and this is Ron." Hermione nudged Ron and he shook Clairisa's hand as well.
"Are you friends of Harry?" She seemed really excited.
"Err - Yeah." Ron sounded unsure.
Hermione glared at him and then sat down next to Clairisa. "So you're a First Year." She said a statement not a question. "You look older than a Fist Years normally do."
"Oh, I'm not a first year. I'm a Sixth Year!" Ron mouth fell open at that.
"You are?" Hermione looked shocked.
"Yes, I was told to find," she paused as she looked at her paper she had brought, "Hermione Granger. Dumbledore thinks she can help me handle a wand. I'm not use to using one you see -"
"What do you mean not use to using one?" Hermione looked flabbergasted.
"Well I've never had to use a wand but I also never really had complete control over my magic."
"Well you found her." Ron said grumpily.
"What do you need Granger for?" Sneered a voice from the door. "To get use to a wand? Don't hold your breath though. You'll never be as good as perfect little -" He was cut off. Something hit him hard in his stomach and sent him flying; no one saw where he landed. Harry looked around; no one had lifted his or her wand. Yet a spell was cast, he was sure of that.
Clairisa looked back to Ron. "What do you mean I . . ." she drifted off. "You're Hermione Granger." She said as if everything just sank in.
"Yep, that's me!" Hermione sounded proud of herself. "So what all do you know about magic? If you're a Sixth Year not to mention you act like everything is just so new." Harry wanted to know what was going on.
She was just staring at him. At his scar he cringed inwardly as she looked at him. She didn't have the same surprised/excited look everyone else always had. "Why are you so scared?"
It was a simple question. Harry hardly heard it though. It sounded as if she didn't ever realize she had said it. He paused. How did she know he was scared he hadn't told anyone the constant dreams he had had over the summer? They gave him the creeps! He was still contemplating his meeting with Dumbledore too, it mad him wonder. Clairisa suddenly sprang back to life. But Harry stayed where he was in his mind still thinking, not even noticing the conversation around him.
"So . . ." Ron and Hermione had to leave for there Prefect duties. It was just Harry and Clairisa. They were almost to Hogwarts now. "What did you mean when you asked why I was so scared?"
Clairisa looked at him puzzled. "What do you mean? I don't remember asking such a thing."
"You did." Silence grew between them.
