Chapter 1 : Harry Potter and the Mysterious New Girl
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Harry Potter and his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger stood on platform nine ready to cross the barrier that would take them to platform nine and three quarters. “Okay who first?” Hermione asked eagerly. Ron smiled. “Since you appreciate school so much more than we do, you get the honours of going. After all, ladies first.” Hermione frowned. “I don’t like sarcasm Ron, but I will go first so thank you.” And she hurried of through the brick wall without a scratch. Ron was about to go in next when Harry suddenly grabbed his arm stopping him. “What’s wrong?” Ron asked worriedly. Harry took of his glasses and wiped them clean before putting them back over his emerald green eyes. “Do you know who that is?” he asked pointing to a tall, chubby but very pretty African girl with long shiny jet black curls that had red streaks and highlights in it and medium sized brown eyes. “No, but she is very pretty,” Ron said thoughtfully, “why you like her because remember you have a crush on Cho Chang and now that Cedric is gone with all due respect to him, it’s a clear path.” Harry sighed. “I know but there’s something about this girl that I can’t really explain. She just seems special.” “And you’re saying this because you’ve known her for years,” Ron said rolling his eyes. Harry frowned at Ron. “Hermione’s right. Sarcasm is very unbecoming of you.” Ron rolled his eyes again and looked at the new watch he had gotten from his dad after becoming a prefect. “We better get going the train leaves in 5 minutes and Hermione is going to have a fit if we’re late.” Harry nodded his head. “Okay let’s go.” The two of them went through the barrier to board the Hogwarts train.
“Where were you two? I thought Dobby had closed the barrier again.” Hermione asked shrilly. Harry chuckled as he remembered what had happened in second year when he and Ron had tried to go through barrier. This had ended up in them taking a flying car and nearly getting themselves expelled. “Harry was drooling over some girl he saw on the platform,” said Ron. “I was not!” Harry yelled trying to defend himself. “Don’t you like Cho Chang?” Hermione asked curiously. “I did, I mean I do. You guys just leave me alone.” Hermione glanced at Ron with a smirk on her face. “Okay. We have to go anyway. Prefects have to monitor the compartments and the first years.” She grabbed Ron’s arm and left the compartment. Harry smiled as he leaned back in his seat. He now had the whole compartment to himself. As he was about settle in for a nap, he heard the compartment door slide open. Harry was not in the mood to talk to anyone and was about to yell at the person to go away when he noticed the person was the girl he saw on platform nine. “Hi. You mind if I sit here? All the other compartments are full.” Harry, not trusting himself to speak, nodded his head. The girl sat across from him and looked around the compartment. “The train is really nice. When I was at Durmstrang, we took boats. By the way my name is Harriet Shaw.” Harry automatically noticed she had some sort of North American accent. “I’m Harry Potter.” Harriet raised her brown eyes in surprise. “Interesting! Thanks for getting rid of Voldemort.” Harry raised his eyebrows in shock. In all his life, no one had ever reacted the way Harriet just did when he introduced himself. Most people would just look at his scar in shock. Harriet was definitely different and Harry liked it. “You transferred from Durmstrang?” Harry asked. Harriet nodded her head. “So why’d you transfer?” Harry prodded. Harriet looked away. “It’s kind of personal.” Harry immediately felt stupid. Why was he asking her all these questions. He just met her. He decided to ask a less personal question. “What year are you in now?” “Fifth,” she replied. “Really? You don’t look 15. More like 20-something.” Harry said. Harriet smiled. “Thanks. I get that a lot. My mom always said I had an over developed body.” All of a sudden, Harriet’s eyes started to glisten with tears. Harry wanted to ask what was wrong but decided against and got up to sit beside her so he could comfort her. After five minutes or so of Harriet’s sniffling, she finally spoke. “Sorry. Thinking about my mom is kind of painful.” “Why?” Harry asked feeling stupid again for asking another personal question. “ I mean you don’t have to tell me.” Harriet chuckled. “It’s okay. It’s just that my mom is dead.” Harry’s eyes bulged. “I know how that feels, not having a mother.” Harriet looked at Harry sorrowfully. “I’m sorry, I completely forgot.” “It’s alright,” Harry said shrugging his shoulders. “It’s not like I knew them or anything but sometimes it hurts.” Harriet smiled. “You know Harry Potter, I think you and I are going to be very good friends.” Harry’s heart leapt a mile.