-I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter-
-All characters not related to the books are completely mine though-
-The years will be in a series of flashbacks because I don't want to go through every detail of every year-
-They will mostly be summaries of what happened in the year-
-Authors Note at the very end of the chapter-
__Harry, Ashlyn__
Year One
Within my first few days at Hogwarts I have learned a few important things, one: Hermione Granger is probably the smartest witch of our generation, she is also my best girl friend, two: Draco Malfoy is a spoiled bully with an attitude problem, three: Professor Snape hates Harry and I, four: everyone thinks they know us just because we are famous, five: Harry's and my scar hurts when we sometimes look at Professor Quirell, and six: (this is the one thing that I do not understand) every time I grab hold of Harry's hand, give him a hug, or a kiss on the cheek I get a tingly feeling wherever I touched him.
I guess I should talk about our lessons. Transfiguration was wonderful; Professor McGonagall is a great teacher even if she is a little strict. I turned my matchstick into a needle after only six tries, and got Gryffindor five points. I was the first in the class to get the transformation down. Harry loves her because she doesn't believe the lies the Slytherin's tell to get us in trouble.
Potions are absolutely unbearable. Snape hates us, and on the first day of class when he came to our names on the register he said, "Harry Potter and Ashlyn Tullman…yes, our new…celebrities." Well he more like sneered it. He even made a fool out of Harry, asking him all these questions that only Hermione knew the answer to. And what's worse is when Harry didn't know he just asked me, so we ended up losing fifteen points from Gryffindor, each. Then when Neville Longbottom's cauldron exploded he yelled at both him and Hermione. He said Neville was a "useless waste of space," and then he yelled at Hermione for "thinking she was too good to help Longbottom." Every Gryffindor hates Snape.
Our other lessons were okay, Professor Flitwick is funny, Professor Sprout is kind, Professor Sinistra is always tired during astronomy, Professor Quirell can't stop stuttering, and Professor Binns (the ghost) is absolutely boring. But I think our most interesting lesson was flying with Madam Hooch.
Flashback
Harry, Hermione, and I were all walking to the pitch to go to our first flying lesson. We were all nervous, none of us had ever ridden a broom and we were all thinking we would make fools of ourselves. When we got to the line of brooms, a couple of people from each house were milling about and talking to each other. Only a few were standing by some ratty looking brooms.
"These look nothing like the brooms we saw in Diagon Alley." Harry told me while walking towards a broom that had all of the bristles attached.
"Yeah, these look ancient compared to those." I told him while standing between Hermione and Harry.
We waited three more minutes before all of the first years were standing by a broom, and not one minute after everyone arrived, Madam Hooch came out of no where, holding her broom in one hand, while walking down the line of students.
"Good afternoon class."
"Good afternoon Madam Hooch." We all replied simultaneously.
"Now, I want everyone to stand on the left side of their broom, hold your hand over the handle and say 'UP'."
"UP!" Everyone shouted. Harry's and my brooms came up so forcefully they caused us to take a half step back to regain our balance. Only two other people got their brooms on the first try, Draco Malfoy and a boy I didn't know from Ravenclaw. Other people's brooms either came halfway up, or just rolled over on the ground. Three minutes later we all had a broom.
"Now I want you to mount your broom like this, and wait for further instructions while I correct mistakes."
Harry laughed when she said Malfoy had been doing it wrong for years. And I smiled when she praised me on how well I picked up the instructions.
"Now when I say three, I want you to lightly kick off the ground, hover for a few seconds, then come back down. Ready?" She asked and when we all nodded our heads she said, "Ok, one…two…"
But she never got to three because Neville freaked out and kicked off the ground too early. "Get down here boy!"
But Neville kept going higher and higher and he couldn't get down. He made it over to the tower and started falling. His robe got caught on a stone sword of one of the statues, but it only lasted for a few seconds because gravity took over and his robe ripped. He fell the last 20 feet and when we all got over to where he fell; he was cradling his left wrist.
"Ooh…ooh…shhh…oh a broken wrist." Madam Hooch muttered while helping Neville to his feet. As she walked away she turned and said, "If I see one broom off the ground you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say Quittich."
The minute they were out of sight Malfoy picked up something off the ground.
"Look what we have here; the oaf's got a Remembrall."
"Give it here Malfoy." Harry commanded as he walked over to Malfoy with his hand outstretched, me only two steps behind him.
"No thanks. I think I'll leave it somewhere for him to find it later…say the top of the tower." He said while getting on his broom and flying over our heads.
I wasn't going to let him get away with this, a lot of people made fun of Neville, but he's mine and Harry's friend, and this was just rude. But it looked like Harry had the same idea because we took off on our brooms at the same time.
"Give it here Malfoy! Or we'll knock you off your broom!" I yelled while Harry and I flew closer.
"Have it your way then." He said while chucking the Remembrall towards the ground.
Harry and I shot off like rockets, he dove and I followed, just one second behind him. Fifteen feet from the ground and 50 feet away from the group is when Harry caught it, but he was to close to the ground and he hadn't slowed down yet.
"Ash, catch!" He yelled while tossing the ball over his shoulder. I had to tilt my broom backwards to catch it but I did. And when we flew back towards the class, everyone was cheering, except the Slytherin's.
But our victory was short lived, because our Head of House took that time to make her entrance.
Flashback over
We were put on the Quittich team that day. Harry became the youngest seeker in over a century and I took the position of the third chaser on the team. Never in the history of Hogwarts had a first year made the team, but I and Harry had the habit of doing things that we're not allowed to do.
Ash and I have had a great year so far. We try to ignore Malfoy and his cronies, and we try not to make Snape mad.
Neville has become a great friend, probably my best guy friend, and Hermione is great too, when she's not being a know-it-all. At the beginning of the year we were not great friends, but that changed on Halloween. When Ashlyn told me at dinner that she couldn't get Hermione out of the bathroom, I wasn't worried. But I did feel bad for her, I mean everyone was making fun of her and one of her only friends was Ash.
Then Professor Quirell came running in and said 'troll in the dungeons! ...thought you ought to know.' I got worried for Hermione. She didn't know there was a troll so Ash and I broke off from or house and went to go get her and tell her. But when we got to the bathroom we got a huge shock. Hermione was screaming and the troll was standing over her, club raised. After we attacked it-I got my wand stuck up its nose when I jumped on its back, and Ash dropped the club on its head- the Professors came in.
We got a lecture, and thirty house points taken away, but then professor McGonagall gave us thirty points each for outstanding bravery.
The incident with the troll scared me, but I wasn't scared for myself, no I was scared for Ash, I couldn't lose her.
Then there was the first Quittich game, Oliver Wood was telling me that he had fallen off his broom plenty of times and if I did then I would be fine, as long as I caught the snitch. Ash seemed scared for me; because she knew plenty of bludgers would be coming my way.
The game was going good, Wood was blocking almost everything that came at him, and the chasers were on fire. It was 80-20 Gryffindor. And I couldn't be more proud of Ash; she scored three of the goals. But it was at that point that Slytherin got mad. Ash was dodging bludgers left and right, and Oliver had already gotten knocked off by a bludger, so Katie Bell took over as keeper. It was two more minutes until a glint of gold caught my eye.
I took off with the Slytherin seeker right behind me, it seemed like the game stopped just to see what would happen.
I was four feet above the ground when I reached out for the snitch. Bludgers were flying left and right and I was getting pushed by the other seeker. And I don't know how I knew, but I knew that Ash was worried.
I was reaching, and reaching, and I fell. There was a simultaneous gasp throughout the crowd, the Slytherin's were laughing, but through the noise I heard a yell of 'HARRY!' I felt like I was going to be sick as I stood up, I didn't know where the snitch had gone but the game wasn't over yet. I felt like I was choking and gagging at the same time. Thirty seconds later something flew out of my mouth and into my hands. The golden snitch.
As I held it up, I saw the game stop, and the crowd started cheering. The team came flying down, but the first person to reach me was Ash-the familiar tingling went through my spine.
After thinking about Ashlyn before I went to bed I realized that she wasn't just my best friend. She was my confidant, my rock when something went wrong, the person I could trust, she was the girl that I didn't want to let go. And I sure wasn't going to lose her…not now, not ever.
The end of the year brought out feelings in both Ashlyn and Harry. But neither of them would tell the other.
With Hermione's and Neville's help, they made it past Fluffy the three headed dog, through the Devil's Snare, and past all of the tests to get to the Philosopher's Stone. Harry and Ashlyn had to leave Neville and Hermione behind after they played the giant chess game. Hermione was injured and Neville's piece was destroyed so he could not pass.
When they came to the Mirror of Erised once again, they saw Quirell standing in front of it.
Our fight ensued, and we discovered Lord Voldemort was on the back of his head controlling Quirell. Harry got the stone and smashed it, but when Quirell/Voldemort attacked them without his wand he burned when they touched him. Eventually Voldemorts soul came out and knocked out the children. One minute after he left the Professors arrived and Harry and Ashlyn were taken to the hospital wing.
Two eleven year olds made the Quittich team, discovered their feelings toward each other but are unwilling to tell the other, and fought Lord Voldemort all in one school year. What would happen net year? Would they face any more dangers? And what would come of their relationship?
~Ok so I know this is really boring and I'm sorry and I know I left out details and I'm sorry but I'm having serious writing problems. And I have to read 2 books and write a report in 4 days when I've had all break to do this.
~Anyway tell me what you think and give me your input.
~Thank you for reading.
AUTHORS NOTE: DATE FEB. 3, 2010.....Ok so it's Feb.3 and I'm so sorry i haven't updated i have just been really busy with school lately and track just started on Monday so I'm not gonna have much time to write. But I will try to work something out over the weekends while I still can. And thank you to my loyal readers that aren't giving up on my story, I promise you will get the second year in the next 2 weeks. Please keep up with my story even though I can't udate that much. I hope you enjoy chapter 5 when it gets here.
