Is it really that bad you guys? I'll keep posting anyway. I finished it so I think it needs to be posted. Even if no one reads it at all... :ermsmile: And I wanted this to be a good fan fic.
Soon after this we left Diagon Alley, must to my displeasure, because I wanted to look around. We returned to the manor, where my brother helped me to pack. The train would leave two days later. But, something told me this was not going to be a normal school year. The Dark Lord had returned and I believed my family just wanted to make sure that my ‘big’ brother looked after me. He is only 7 minutes older than I am and I have been hexing him most of my life.
Two days later, I passed between the barrier to Platform 3 ¾ to board the Hogwarts Express. My brother told me to stay away from Potter and he could not stay with me because he had to be in the prefect’s compartment.
I never was very good at listening to my brother and soon I found myself asking if I could share a compartment with Harry Potter.
“I’m Alexandria, just call me Alex, do you mind if I ride in this compartment? The rest of them are full.”
“Sure, the more the merrier. I’m Harry” Harry said.
“Thanks,” I said while loading my stuff into the overhead compartment.
I could not help but notice the looks I was getting from everyone. One of the Weasleys was staring straight at me. But, by then, I was used to people staring at me. Some of them for reasons I would rather forget.
“I just transferred here from London Witching Academy. What year are you guys in?” I asked.
The only girl Weasley offered her hand and introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Ginny, I’m a 5th year, and that guy beside me gaping at you is Ron, and he’s a 6th year along with Hermione over there.”
A rush of color entered his face and he quickly looked away.
I offered my hand to Ron after shaking Ginny’s; “It’s nice to meet you, Ron.”
Ron shook my hand and we spent the rest of the train ride getting to know each other. Mostly Harry and I spent the train ride getting to know each other. I did not understand how Draco could hate him. He was funny, sensitive, a little on the wild side, and an all around good person. But, then I remembered its Draco and even thought he hates our father as much as I do, he still has resentment for Harry Potter. You see Draco is always being put down because a muggle-born was making better marks than he was at school. |