Chapter 1 : One
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After winning the Tri-Wizard Tournament last year, successfully I might add (no one died), my mom decided to hide me away for the summer so I wouldn't have to deal with all the fame my parents said would follow me around for the summer. I am used to flashing lights and cameras because my dad is Oliver Wood, Puddlemore United Keeper.
So for the summer between 5th and 6th year, (I was one of the youngest Tri-Wizard champions ever) we stayed at my mom’s best friend, Ginny Potters, house both my mom and Mrs. Potter had played chaser on the Holyhead Harpies.
During the summer I fell in love.
"Jean! How are you? I haven't seen you I months!" Mrs. Potter exclaimed embracing her friend Jean Wood.
"It's been too long; we must catch up over a cup of tea." My mom has this weird obsession with tea. I don't know what it was, but she was always carrying around packets of tea in her purse. "You remember Miranda right?"
"But of course!" Mrs. Potter turned to me and pulled me close. "How are you dear?"
While being welcomed into the Potter home, I looked up and my brown eyes met green.
I was flipping through the newest Quidditch weekly when my dad popped his head around the corner.
"Honey it's time to go! You don't want to be late for the train, do you?" I was defiantly my dads' daughter. I had brown curly hair and brown eyes just like him. I was also a talented Quidditch player and much to my dad’s dismay and my mom’s delight, I excelled at being chaser.
I grabbed my bag and made my way down the stairs to the ground floor of our 3 story house. It was a very modest house which I have come to love greatly over the years. My parents live by the motto "money isn't everything." They believe just because they have excess amounts of money, they don't need to be flashy and have expense things to be happy.
I shut the front door, looking back at the house I wouldn't see until Christmas holidays. I followed my dad into the running car, glancing at my mother in the front seat. Her eyes were misty meaning she was preparing herself to say goodbye to her only child. I couldn't blame her for crying every year at Platform 9 3/4. The only problem was she was the only one crying. I did feel bad for not showing more emotion, it's just my friends would never let me live it down. Let’s just say my group of friends and housemates were just vicious.
We got to the platform 15 minutes before the Hogwarts Express was set to leave. My dad grabbed my bags and put them on the train while I said a tearful goodbye to my emotional mother.
"I need you to promise to me that you will write every week! I need to know how your classes are going and how the team does this year. Do you think you guys will be able to win the cup this year?" My mom pulled away and looked into my eyes. She was hesitant about me playing; only because I was the only girl on the team, not that she thought I couldn't handle a fair game of Quidditch.
"We are going to do great mom, don't worry I'll write you every week." I gave my mom one last hug and kissed my father goodbye before I heard my best friend, Shelby Sparks, yelling that she found a empty compartment on the train.
Glancing back at my parents one last time, my mom was blowing her nose in her handkerchief (what is wrong with my mom? First her obsession with tea and she has a handkerchief, I mean those things are gross. Imagine putting a cloth filled with your snot back into your pocket. Ew.) And my dad was waving franticly. I would miss my parents dearly, but I wasn’t going to deny that going to Hogwarts was the greatest thing to ever happen to me. I boarded the train, following Shelby’s blonde hair down the corridor. We passed a compartment overfilled with red-heads and black-haired witches and wizards.
I peered in, seeing a boy with a hair full of messy black hair and sparkling green eyes. Our eyes met for a minute and I could feel the intensity that he was burning into my eyes. I was frozen in my spot when Shelby came back to me and grabbed my arm, forcing me to break eye contact.
“You coming or what?” Shelby said impatiently, tapping her foot lightly against the carpet. She looked into the compartment and saw who was there. “Oh come on, we can’t be seen near the lousy Gryffindors now can we?” She pulled me away from the window and down the corridor.
I suppose a Gryffindor and a Slytherin can’t date, can they?
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