A/N: Ok, just as another reminder...this is STILL part of the letter given to Mya. I will alert you when it's finished, don't worry.

Ashley Snape had just got out of the invisible horse-drawn carriages. She looked around at Hogwarts and was surprised how it was so different from Beauxbatons structurally. She started to walk towards it.

"Anyways, Hermione," Harry said, "I'm only passing time with these girls. I haven't found 'her' as of yet."

"Her?" Hermione asked.

"Her."

"I'm looking for a girl who makes something happen," Harry said.

"Makes what happen?" Hermione asked.

"Makes something happen in my heart."

"What happens?"

"Something happens. You won't understand," Harry told her, "When she walks, the world looks on. And when she stops; time stops as well. And when she smiles..."

"She, she, she! What will you do when you find her?" Hermione asked, getting frustrated.

"What will I do?"

"Yes."

Harry walked backwards while he was explaining. "I'll kneel down in front of her; spread my arms, and say, 'Hey! Whoever you are. I love you." And then he bumped into Ashley.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. She was so gorgeous. He was practically drooling.

"I love you," he said without thinking.

"Sorry?" she asked.

"Don't be," Harry said, finally coming to his senses. He tried to play it off. "I love you."

"Excuse me," Ashley said, walking past him.

"A-a-a-ASHLEY!" Hermione yelled after her.

"Ashley?" Harry wondered, holding up one of his many friendship bands.

"Hi!" Hermione said, "I'm Hermione."

"Hi. And you are...?" she looked questioningly at Harry.

"Harry," he said, "Harry Potter."

"Wow! You're Harry Potter? I've heard..." but she was interrupted by Hermione.

"Ashley, right?" she asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"How do you know that," Harry mumbled to Hermione.

"Because this morning Professor Snape..." but Harry interrupted her.

"Hey!" he said, trying to be at his 'coolest', "Don't say that old slime ball's name first thing in the morning. So, Ashley! Is today you're first day at Hogwarts?"

"Yes," Hermione answered for her, "She just got back from France."

"How do you know that?" he asked.

"Because Harry," she said, trying to hint to him, "Professor Snape..."

"I told you not to say that git's name right now."

"Git?" Ashley whispered quietly to herself.

"So, Ashley," he said, "Where were you studying in France?"

"Beauxbatons," Hermione answered for her.

"Oh, Beaux...! Wait, how do you know?" he asked.

"Because, this morning Professor Snape..."

"Yeah, yeah. Stop talking about the grease-face," then he turned his attention to Ashley, "See, we have this grouch of a teacher, Professor Snape. Hermione's his 'fan'."

"Grouch?" Ashley asked.

"Grouch is right. But forget it. Tell me. How is your first day at Hogwarts?"

"Great."

"Good morning," Professor Snape's voice said down the hall.

"Oh, here comes that grouchy teacher," Harry said. "Uh, good morning, sir."

"Good morning, Dad," Ashley said.

"Dad?" Harry asked, scared.

"Dad," Hermione confirmed, "It's what I've been trying to tell you."

All of a sudden Professor Scarlet's voice rang over the intercom. "Professor Snape. I need you here right now. It's an emergency."

"Well, I guess I'll be going now," Snape said, with a big grin on his face, and walked off.

"Oh, shit," Harry muttered to himself, knowing he had just screwed up big time.

"Excuse me?" Ashley said.

"Yeah?"

"He's an old slime-ball, git, grease-face, and uhhh..."

"He's smart, good..." Harry said, trying to save himself.

"Oh yes, and a grouch. But he's not all that bad," she said, as she turned to walk of.

"Excuse me," Harry said.

"Yes?"

"Happy Friendships Day," he said, as he held out a band for her.

"We've only just met. Friendship is a far thought," she said as she waved to Hermione and walked off.

Hermione walked over to Harry. "So...something happened?"

"No, she's not my type."

"Why?"

"She's too French."

"Too French?"

"Nahh, she's not my type."

"Nahh, she's not my type," Hermione mocked, "Keep this up and you'll never find anyone."

"Why?" Harry said, and he pulled Hermione close, "You're here."

"Me?" Hermione was disgusted, "Just shut up!"

"If I don't find anyone else, I'll marry you."

"Forget it, Harry."

"See. Anyway, nobody will marry you."

"Shut up."

The next day, as Ashley was walking to class, a group of guys followed her, with mouths hanging open. Girls gave her dirty looks because they weren't getting any of the attention.

"Hey, Ashley!" Hermione yelled, from behind the crowd and waving a big black wad of cloth, "This is for you."

"What's this?" Ashley said, taking it.

"This is our Hogwarts jumpers. We get them in our seventh year. Isn't it cool?"

"Thanks. Hermione...may I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why is everyone staring at me?"

"You know why the boys are staring. And the girls are wondering what the boys are staring at and that's why they are staring at you too. Right?" Hermione said this all so fast that Ashley wasn't sure she caught it all.

"Um, right."

"Okay, and look, if you have any problems, just come to me or Harry."

"Harry? The one who yesterday..."

"Yeah. He's my best friend."

All of a sudden a group of people crowded around Hermione and Ashley.

"Hey guys!" Hermione yelled. Harry stepped out from the crowd.

"This is Harry, as you know," Hermione told Ashley, but then Harry pushed her aside.

"Hi," Harry said.

"Hi," Ashley said.

"Um, I'm really sorry about yesterday."

Ashley walked up to him, "It's okay. Just make sure it doesn't happen again." And then she walked off.

A/N: Hope you like it!