A/N: OKAY! The revised chapter one! Yea! (Harry is sort of OOC in this chapter.)
Chapter One: Turning the Page
Harry was sitting in the library, thinking of the past weeks events.
Lindsor Academy had come to Hogwarts. Everything from America was so new to him.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a voice, "Excuse me, but do you mind if I sit here?"
Harry looked up into the most beautiful deep, brown eyes he had ever seen.
"Sure."
The girl sat down. She had long blonde hair and a slender body.
"I'm Ashleigh Brenson. You're Harry Potter, right?"
"Who? Oh, yeah, that's me." An awkward silence fell between the two, so Harry got back to his work. He couldn't help but sneaking a peak or two at the beautiful girl sitting across from him.
Suddenly, Harry felt the certain urge to do something totally outrageous to get her attention. He remembered a spell Hermione taught him.
"Otana Forshalem," Harry muttered under his breath.
Over on the other side of the table, Ashleigh's book turned a few pages.
She looked up and smiled at Harry, who was doing his best to look innocent.
"Two can play that game, Mr. Potter," Ashleigh said.
Without warning, Harry's book flew up in the air, slammed closed, and fell back to the table with a loud thud.
"WHO WAS THAT?" came the angry voice of the librarian.
Harry quickly grabbed Ashleigh's hand and dragged her out of the library. They both collapsed with laughter in the safety of the Great Hall.
"That was priceless!"
"Yes, it was. Look, I'm really sorry, but I have to go meet a friend," Ashleigh said.
"That's fine. Just one question: What house are you staying in?"
"Gryffindor."
"Hey, that's my house! So I guess I'll be seeing you around?"
"Yes, you most definitely will." With that, she turned and walked out of the Great Hall.