Chapter Four: Adieu! Adieu! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Description: It would make total sense for us to see through Harry's eyes, but, this story is a little, only a little, different than that one. No, this story is about a girl, his age, and how she feels about what's happening around her. Though Harry is a very large part of this story, that's not who were focusing on. To the contrary were focusing on a girl who has more in common with him than either of them will ever know.
Disclaimer: You know the drill; I don't know anything, Blah, Blah, Blah. Why don't those people who make us do this get lives?
Quote of the day: "Books are uniquely portable magic." -Stephen King "
The train rushed passed trees, bushes, lake ponds and other things of that sort; this is what a soon-to-be-twelve-year-old girl in one of the compartments saw. She was nervous, the book she once had in her hands, (the one about the about this crazy guy, his glass elevator, a small boy, and chocolate) lay forgotten on the seat next to her. The girl's sister was reading, successfully though, school books and was catching up on the curriculum. The anxious girl was named Sophia A. Granger and she was on the Hogwarts Express.
There was a commotion outside the door, and a boy could be heard shouting the name 'Trevor' causing both girls' heads to turn from what they had been doing and Hermione, ever the 'responsible' one, to get up and see what had happened.
"Hermy" The bushy-haired girl's sister sighed, Sit down it's probably nothing; sit down"
"I'm just going to check it out…" And with that she was out the door. Sophie shook her head, her sister was definitely going to embarrass someone, who she didn't knowshe had to fallow, for that person's sake.
When Sophie went into the halls she found a rather round boy, practically cowering, struggling to convince Hermione not to do what she thought she was doing, helping him. It was too late; all the other Granger daughter could do was comfort the boy, and then try to stop her sister.
The round boy had just given up the already lost cause when Sophia reached him.
"Excuse me," Sophie chose the direct approach, "But, what's your name."
The boy looked startled before he told her his name: "Neville Longbottom"
"Well then Neville, I'm Sophie, and I sorta was wondering what happened back there… I mean if that was you."
"It was me." Mr. Longbottom said forlornly
"Oh…"
"Well, I lost my pet toad, Trevor." The raven-haired girl remembered now, you can bring one of three types of pets to school: An owl, a cat or a toad. But, toad weren't that popular anymore. Were they? "
"And this girl come up to me asked me what happened, then started going into compartments. Why do you ask?"
"You see, that girl is my sister and she can be a little, well… pushy. I'll see if I can stop her; and if I see any toads I'll tell you right away."
"Th-Thanks." Stuttered Neville gratefully
"'kay." Sophia said in response, she had to find Hermione. "Bye then."
"Bye" Was the Farwell the girl heard from the boy as she rushed down the train trying to find her sister.
"Hermione!" Sophie had spotted her sister, "Hermione!" Still no reply. "HERMIONE JANE GRANGER!"
That got something out of her; not much though. "What?" the agitated girl said sharply as she neared the next compartment.
"You have to stop this." Sophia practically commanded "Now."
"In an immediate or overall sense?" Her sister inquired as she began to open the door in front of her.
"Immediate. Overall. Ugh, whatever!" the blue-eyed twin protested as Hermione partially stepped inside the small room," You're embarrassing the-"
She was cut of when the bushy-haired girl asked the people occupying the compartment one simple question: "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost it." Then Sophie saw two boys, two cute boys. "Oh, you're doing magic? Let's see them." Hermione continued but, Sophia barley noticed, she was looking at the cuter of the two, to her, the one doing magic, the one with red hair.
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." The boy, apparently, was doing his spell. I didn't work. Sophie didn't care; he was adorable even in his failure.
'Okay,' the girl with raven hair thought to herself, 'I need to stop thinking like that, I barely even just saw him for the first time. I know I'll look other places in the compartment. That'll work.' The next thing she looked at was a pile of candy then her attentions turned to the other male in the tiny room, a familiar-looking boy with extremely messy black hair, and glasses, but the correctional lenses didn't hide the most brilliant emerald eyes she had ever seen.
'Damn! What is wrong with me!' She really needed to stop that. If she didn't by the end of the year she would have been infatuated with the male half of the Student-Body at Hogwarts.
All of the sudden Hermione pointed her wand at the Green-eyed boy, who now had a shocked look on his face. It turned out that the brunette fixed the boy's broken glasses (Sophie had just realized that they were in need of repair.) She was doing it again. Sophia hated it when her sister showed of, it made both of them look bad to people their age, (Well, only if they knew that they were twins.)
Then, all of the sudden, Sophie realized why she recognized the dark-haired boy. He was Harry Potter. And that's what she said. (With out meaning to, that is) "Bloody Hell!" Her sister sent her a dirty look, "You're Harry Potter, Aren't you!" He meekly nodded in response.
"I've read loads of books on you!" Hermione cut in braggingly in a very non-discreet way.
"…And you are?" The buck-toothed girl said as she turned to the other boy in the compartment.
"Ron." The read-head said in a somewhat muffled manner because there was candy in his mouth. "Ron Weasly." Hermione could barely hide her rather obvious disgust at Ron's lack of manners, causing her sister to poke her in the arm, which signaled that they should have been getting out.
"A Pleasure." The brown-eyed girl said falsely, and upon noticing their muggle clothing she added, "You two better change into robes, I expect we'll be arriving soon."
"Oh yeah, if you see any toads could you tell us?" Sophie said as she remembered Neville and why they had even met the boys. With that the pair of girls left but, Hermione retuned momentarily.
"You've got dirt on your nose, by the way..." This statement was directed at Ron and he quickly tried to rub said dirt off, but missed "Did you know? Just there..." And eventually Hermione gave up.
"Come on Hermy," Sophia said to her sister "Let's go back to the compartment. Neville can find his own toad."
"I suppose your right…" Hermione agreed reluctantly.
"Of course I'm right." The other twin said jokingly as she opened the door to their compartment only to find another pair of girls their. A pair of girls who looked exactly alike.
"Oh! I'm sorry is this your compartment?" Said one of the identical, Indian looking, girls whom both Granger daughters assumed were twins.
"Yes it is." The bushy-haired girl sated coldly.
"But," Sophie continued quickly because she doubted her sister would "you can stay here if you want."
"Thank you so much!" The other new occupant of the compartment said gratefully, "And by the way, My Name is Pavarti Patil and this is my twin sister, Padma, we're first years." Sophie was smiled politely and sat down.
"What a coincidence, we're twins, fraternal if you couldn't tell, and first years too!" The raven-haired girl said to the other pair of twins, "My Name is Sophie Granger and this is my sister Hermione, It's very nice to meet both of you right Hermione?" After the last part was said Sophie not-so-gently nudged her sister in the ribs.
"Oh yeah, very nice." The brunette girl responded unenthusiastically.
'It is going to be a long year' Sophie thought as she started to change the subject to the Patil twin's likes and dislikes. It turns out that Pavarti liked Fashion, fashion and… guesses what? More fashion. Huzzah. It's not that Sophia didn't like fashion but, that, and boys, was all she talked about. Padma on the other hand was pretty quiet but, when she did talk she said she like Quidditch, books, and that she had a pet owl named Tripty. She also wanted to be in Ravenclaw, were Sophie secretly wanted to go also. (And Hermione, as you could guess, barely spoke at all.)Maybe the year wouldn't be so bad.
End quote: "If a man is to fly, he must first learn to stand on the ground and walk. One cannot fly into flying." – Nietzsche
