HERMIONE'S POV:
Hermione knew she shouldn't be disappointed. She knew that the chance of meeting "Him" today was just as likely as any other first day of school. That she had been just as likely on her first day of preschool or her first day of primary school. But today felt different. When she found out she was a witch she figured that she would meet her soulmate at Hogwarts, as most magicals seem to do. She had hoped that she would see him across the platform and see the color green for the first time. Not that she hadn't tried to see it of course, she had spent hours changing the shade of the color closer and closer to green until it faded to grey. She had always wondered why a person could never see their soulmate's eye color until they met. Now that she knew about magic it made sense that magic wanted the first-time soulmates locked eyes to be special.
Hermione gave a long sigh; she had met many people today. Most of them were at least polite to her, except for that blond pureblood lunatic. Neville seemed rather nice, if a bit shy and nervous. She had been through almost every compartment in the train and had finally resigned herself to the fact that she would not meet "Him" today. She opened the door to a compartment with two first year looking boys in it.
"Have either of you seen a toad, Neville here lost..." She trailed off as she saw something, something new, in the eyes of one of the boys. She had tried to guess what green would look like. She had looked at the colors as close to green on either side of the spectrum before they faded to grey. She had thought she knew what green would look like; she had no idea how wrong she had been. She realized that one could not tell a color from two unrelated colors. It was like trying to discover what a rose was by looking at a grape vine and a holly tree. Those eyes had a deepness that was beyond description, they looked like gems, gems that glowed with an inner light.
Hermione suddenly realized she had been staring into those eyes for who knows how long. She blushed and looked down at the carpet in embarrassment and gasped. She saw green in the carpet. She looked up and out the window and stared at the green grass, and the trees' leaves and how they moved and shimmered in the wind. Hermione finally looked back at the Boy-With-Green-Eyes. He seemed to be in a similar state, looking around at the new color that only he could see, though Hermione was not sure what was so exciting about brown. Everyone else in the compartment was awkwardly looking anywhere but at them, obviously knowing what was going on between the young witch and wizard. The boy finally looked at her in a way that Hermione thought no one would ever look at her.
"Hello, my name is Hermione Granger." She managed to get out. "Hello Hermione, I'm Harry," the Boy-With-Green-Eyes said. "Harry, what a nice name," Hermione said as she stared into his eyes. Eyes that she knew, she would be starting into for the rest of her life.
HARRY'S POV:
Harry had never known that something was wrong with him. Well, apart from the freakishness that his aunt and uncle were always telling him about. But it wasn't until the fourth grade that Harry realized that he was partially color blind. Trees and soil and chocolate all looked grey and lifeless to him. He never really minded though, most likely a case of not knowing what he was missing.
Harry stared out of the window, still feeling a bit of shock. He had mostly gotten over the whole, "You're a wizard" thing, but today had been a bit overwhelming; he had been left at the station by himself by his aunt and uncle, ran through a wall into an invisible platform, and had way too many people stare at his scar. Right now, Harry was staring out the window of the train car, while the other boy in his compartment ate snacks from the nice trolley lady. He was not sure how he should feel, on the one hand he was leaving the Dursley's for the first time, and he was ecstatic about that. On the other hand, though, he had never been by himself before, even when the Dursley's went somewhere they at least left him with Mrs. Figg. Harry knew that without Dudley's influence he could make friends without fear of them abandoning him, but even still the thought of trying to make new friends scared him.
"Have either of you seen a toad, Neville here lost..." Harry looked up as the door opened and saw a girl standing in it. He wondered why she had stopped talking when he realized something, her eyes weren't blue. They weren't green They weren't even grey. They were something new, something with depth and stability and warmth, things that Harry had craved in life. They were very dark, almost black, but not quite. The dark had always been Harry's friend. In the dark no one could find you, no one could yell at you, no one could hit you. But the blackness that made up the dark had always been empty and soulless and cold. This color though, the color in her eyes, had the same darkness that had become his friend, but was full of warmth and affection. "Brown" he thought, "that's what the color is called." The girl suddenly looked down at the ground and Harry saw her hair. More unruly than even his, it also was the same color as her eyes. But it was a different shade, it was lighter and made him want to touch it. As well as her hair other things looked different. The wood of the seats was a deep walnut brown. The trunks of the trees outside were brown. The chocolate frog the other boy was eating looked like, well chocolate. Even the door the girl had opened was a pretty shade of brown.
Harry finally looked back at the Girl-Who-Eye's-Were-Brown with wonder. "Hello, my name is Hermione Granger," the girl said as she sat down next to him. "Hello Hermione, I'm Harry," he said as he looked back into her wonderful eyes. "Harry, what nice name," she smiled back at him. Harry didn't know who this girl was, but he had a feeling that he would have no problem making friends at Hogwarts after all.