a/n hi this is my first fic. So that's why it's so short. I'll try to
update frequently. But I'm not quit sure where this is totally going so if
you have any ideas please tell me. Well I hope you like it. Please r/r
The Dream ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
* A short ten-year-old girl walked onto the platform. As she turned the corner her brown hair flew behind her. When she saw the train her eyes lit up. Never in a million years did she ever think that she would go to a school for witchcraft and wizardry. The girl climbed onto the train not knowing what to expect. She dragged her trunk into one of the compartments. The brown haired girl looked out at the platform from which she had just come from. As she glanced up and down looking at all the kids, one caught her eye. He was about her height, with unusually white blond hair, and extremely pale skin. A taller man that looked like the younger boy but with longer hair, seamed to be yelling at the boy (who looked like he could care less about what the older man was saying). After a while the boy left the man with no word and got on the train. Once he got on she began looking at the kids and their parents again. A group of redheads stood out of the crowd. Four boys and a girl surrounded someone who looked like the mother. One boy looked about fifteen with a shiny badge on his chest that had the letter "P" on it. A pare of boys looked to be identical twins at the age of about thirteen, who seemed to be goofing off. The last boy looked about her age he seemed to be having a little trouble getting away from his mum. Then there was a girl at the age of about nine who looked on the verge of tears when she saw her brothers leave for the train. The brown haired girl's chocolate eyes twinkled when she realized that she wouldn't be the only one to start the new school year. She soon changed into her school robes, not knowing how long the train ride was going to be. Just then the door banged open and the blond hair, pale skinned boy was standing in the doorway. Her warm eyes were lost in the boy's cold stone ones. He turned and left without a word. Once he was gone she couldn't help but think that she knew him from somewhere. *
Hermione woke with a start. At first she wasn't sure where she was, but as she looked around the room she was sleeping in everything slowly came back to her. This wasn't the first night this week she woke up from a dream.
The Dream ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
* A short ten-year-old girl walked onto the platform. As she turned the corner her brown hair flew behind her. When she saw the train her eyes lit up. Never in a million years did she ever think that she would go to a school for witchcraft and wizardry. The girl climbed onto the train not knowing what to expect. She dragged her trunk into one of the compartments. The brown haired girl looked out at the platform from which she had just come from. As she glanced up and down looking at all the kids, one caught her eye. He was about her height, with unusually white blond hair, and extremely pale skin. A taller man that looked like the younger boy but with longer hair, seamed to be yelling at the boy (who looked like he could care less about what the older man was saying). After a while the boy left the man with no word and got on the train. Once he got on she began looking at the kids and their parents again. A group of redheads stood out of the crowd. Four boys and a girl surrounded someone who looked like the mother. One boy looked about fifteen with a shiny badge on his chest that had the letter "P" on it. A pare of boys looked to be identical twins at the age of about thirteen, who seemed to be goofing off. The last boy looked about her age he seemed to be having a little trouble getting away from his mum. Then there was a girl at the age of about nine who looked on the verge of tears when she saw her brothers leave for the train. The brown haired girl's chocolate eyes twinkled when she realized that she wouldn't be the only one to start the new school year. She soon changed into her school robes, not knowing how long the train ride was going to be. Just then the door banged open and the blond hair, pale skinned boy was standing in the doorway. Her warm eyes were lost in the boy's cold stone ones. He turned and left without a word. Once he was gone she couldn't help but think that she knew him from somewhere. *
Hermione woke with a start. At first she wasn't sure where she was, but as she looked around the room she was sleeping in everything slowly came back to her. This wasn't the first night this week she woke up from a dream.