DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
'Right, off you go then. Oh and Good Luck Sarah'
I gave a weak smile and turned to face the large wooden double doors that were hiding the source of making the deafening sound of chatting. I was dreading walking in now when everyone was already seated, they would all stare at me, the new girl. I was coming in to year 6 of Hogwarts School. I had just moved over to England a few months before, I had lived in America with my dad since I was young, he moved out there to help the minister for magic over there. Now, we were back and I had to go to school. Professor McGonagall had made me have a meeting with her before the start of term feast; I waited up in her office listening to the pounding feet of my new school mates. She had eventually come after the sorting of the young students, that is one thing I was extremely glad about. I didn't want to be the random 16 year old waiting with a bunch of over excited 11 year olds. In the meeting she had told me that I would be going straight into to Gryffindor so after I opened the creaking door, I timidly walked towards the table with an abundance of red around it.
As I had feared everyone was looking at me, and I was causing a mixed reception. Some were smiling, some looked curious and some looked as if they would kill me on the spot. I tried to ignore them and walk straight towards my table. However, what I didn't think about was where I would sit. I stopped dead in the middle of the great hall staring around, looking, and begging that a seat would come available for me to sit on. Just then I noticed a hand waving me over to them, I quickly hurried over, I saw that the hand belonged to a boy with dark slightly curly hair, slightly large ears and a beaming smile. I smiled back and slid me self next to him on the bench, a shiny golden plate and goblet appeared in front of me.
The boy reached out and poured me a drink of an orange liquid, I assumed that I was pumpkin juice, and pulled a large plate of potatoes towards me. I timidly reached out and put a few on my plate and took a large swig of pumpkin juice. The boy turned and looked at me.
'Hi, my name is Neville Longbottom. I take it you are in Gryffindor now, what year are you in?' he said.
This looked promising, maybe I would make a friend on the first night.
'Yeah I am McGonagall just told me before, I am 16 so I'm in my sixth year now how about you?'
'I'm in the same; we should hang out some time together. It will be fun.'
The rest of the dinner carried on loudly, everyone talking to try and tell their best and funniest summer memories, competing for the best one. Neville kept talking to me asking about me and my family and telling me about life at Hogwarts School. By the time the huge masses of dessert had appeared, just like my plate, he was introducing me to his friends. First was a pretty girl Rebecca, she gave me a really big smile, and then she turned around and started talking to freckly ginger boy. This had turned out to be her boyfriend of Ron Weasley, he again at the sound of his name turned and smiled and lifted his head in acknowledgement. Next to be introduced was an equally pretty girl with long, soft curly brown hair; the look on her face was of utter disgust. She turned towards me, looked me up and down then swivelled around to a tall girl with fair hair who gave me the same look of disgust. These two girls turned out to be called Bethanie and Lucy. I recognised Bethanie's boyfriend at once, I had almost forgot that the famous Harry potter was going to be in the same year and same house as me at school. We just looked at each other; he had a look of apology in his eyes, his perfect green eyes. We stayed looking for a moment too long and Bethanie saw it. She elbowed Harry in his ribs hard as punishment for looking at another girl. I turned away quickly and buried my head in my hair trying to conceal my embarrassment. I was lucky as at that very moment there was a clinking of a spoon on a glass and the whole of the great hall fell silent and turned to look at the teachers table.
I swivelled around to see the most magnificent sight; it was tall, sparkling silver and had a presence that could fill the hall with ease. I was in awe; this was the part of the night that I was most excited for, meeting the headmaster of Hogwarts School. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. I just looked at him not taking in a single word of his speech. I was just looking a this long beard, his strong aged hands and thinking to myself that I was the luckiest girl in the world sitting there in front of the best man in history.