Sorry I haven't been able to update. I lost this file! Tragic music plays in background
Normal POV
Harry yanked his arm away from one of the Aurors escorting me. It was like he's some package to be handled with the greatest care. He hated that. As he entered platform nine and three quarters, he swore he saw someone staring at him. He didn't dare look in case they wanted an autograph.
Girl's POV
I noticed Harry Potter when I peeked out of my black cocoon. I can't say I wasn't surprised he wasn't wearing a Prefect's badge. However, I didn't have time for staring. I had personal matters to attend to. I flicked my now pure black hair over with my newly nimble fingers. I was now going to regarded as gothic in a black tank top over a red mesh shirt with black pants and chains hanging all over.
As I headed over to the train to drop of my luggage, I overheard a pack of preppy girls. They giggled and laughed about the new fashions. I was about to walk away when I overheard them hatch a plan to get Potter to sit in their compartment. I covered my ears for a moment. When I uncovered them I could pick out every detail of this 'master plan'.
"I think he sits with them because he feels sorry for them."
"He has to know he's regarded as a hero. Mother never shuts up about him"
They started to move on to the train with their conversation. I followed, curious as to whether this plan would work. They didn't notice me as they moved towards Harry's compartment. I watched painfully as they squabbled over who was going to ask Potter to their compartment.
I was too far back to actually hear the words exchanged, but I got the part where Harry told them that the ones 'he feels sorry for' are his friends.
(A/N Sorry I tried to be as close to the book as I could, but it's kind of hard when you're trying to add another character. It's going to be my own diversion of the story now. I won't bug you in the middle the chapter again, sorry. --')
Unfortunately, they noticed me when they turned around. One of them shoved me into the compartment door as they passed me, causing the occupant to come out.
"Are you alright?" asked a blond girl with large glasses. Potter and another boy peeked out from the sliding door behind her.
"I'm fine. Um, I'm new here could I sit with you? I don't think it's safe out here," I asked.
"Sure. I like your pants, great for warding of Wackspurts."
I was taken back. This girl was pretty cool. Radish earrings were all the rage in my home town-mostly because we were all freaks.
Thanks for reading. I'm sorry it's so short and seems like a Mary-Sue, I didn't mean it to be. I just want a chick for George to date. I will tell you more about her in the next chapter, but I want at least two more reviews before I do. Please?