Alright, well, a little bit of news. I wrote this all the way back in January, and my writing has really improved since then, so be patient, please! I already have (I think) at least ten chapters already written cause I'm transferring this story from another website. The chapters should be a bit longer than this. Sorry if there are any other stories on here with this title. I didn't mean to take it. Enjoy!
It was third year and things were going swell for Harry Potter. He had friends, and not just that, BEST friends. He got to go to Hogwarts and stay away from his blubbering aunt, uncle and cousin. And he had a murderer after him. What could be better than that?
The year had just barely begun and he was already friends with the new defense against the dark arts teacher, Professor Lupin. Sure, he'd probably leave at the end of the year, like the other two, but that was okay. It was just one more person to bring Harry out of misery at home in the muggle world.
Life couldn't get any better, that was for sure. Anything more would just make it worse. Harry didn't want one thing to change. Especially what was happening right now.
It was one of those moments you just wanted to bottle up and save forever. It wasn't anything special, but the atmosphere was so nice and cheery. Everyone had been at Hogwarts for a few weeks and were now situated. It was break time for third years and most of them were outside. Who wouldn't be? It was a beautiful fall day. The leaves were red and gold, the Griffindor colors, which made Harry even happier. There was a nice breeze and the sun was shining. Harry was playing Ron in wizard's chess, and Ron's old set gave it a cheery, rustic feeling. Hermione was writing her potions essay, even though it wasn't due for another week. Even so, she was smiling widely and often glanced up to help Harry.
"Move your rook up a space," Hermione whispered, "Or he'll get your queen."
"Thanks," Harry hissed, taking her advice.
Ron just chuckled, knocking out Harry's rook. "It won't do you much good. And you're in check."
Harry moved his queen and grinned widely. He'd knock out Ron's queen if he didn't notice. Ron moved his knight instead. "Checkmate." he said happily.
"Good game, mate," Ron exclaimed, sticking out his hand. Harry just laughed and shook it. He was in to good of a mood to care about losing for the fifth time.
"Harry Potter!" said Professor Dumbledore, stroking his long beard, "I've got someone for you to meet."
Suddenly, Harry noticed the girl standing behind the headmaster. She had unruly black hair and her green eyes mirrored his own. She was hopping up and down and a large smile was across her face. Surely this girl was ecstatic about something.
"Harry," Professor Dumbledore said, pushing the girl forward, "This is Robyn, your cousin."