It was the beginning of a new and glorious school year at Hogwarts. Harry
Potter
had already bought his schoolbooks and his new broomstick, the Nendel 2020
(the role of Quidditch captain required a new broom each year), at Diagon Alley
with Ron and Hermione. It was dark and cloudy outside and the Hogwarts
Express was slowly making its way toward Hogwarts. Harry was sharing a
compartment with Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. As the train raced along the tracks
the four students grew ever more impatient. They made the tradition of discussing
what they had done (or not done in Harry's case), over the summer, chatting about
how the year was going to go and what adventures it may bring. They slowly
made their way toward Hogwarts.
~*~*~
Bare minutes before they arrived, Hermione slipped her little present next to
Harry's things. She was simply dying! As the Hogwarts Express came to a halt
she grabbed her stuff and got off as quickly as she could, making some stupid
excuse to go to the library. She made her way into the Great Hall for the feast and
sat down on one of the benches. As Harry waltzed in talking hurriedly with Ron,
Ginny glued to their heels, he eyed her and motioned for her to save him a seat.
As he sat down she quickly turned to talk to Parvati who was seated in the
opposite direction of Harry. The sorting hat was sitting in its usual position atop
the stool; Professor McGonagall stood up, introduced the first years and sat down
after they were sorted. Professor Dumbledore stood up, welcomed them back,
brought on the food, and then took his seat in the middle of the teachers' table.
Abruptly after the feast ended Hermione grabbed Ginny and nearly dragged her to
the Gryffindor common room. Breathless she began laughing hysterically. As her
breath returned Ginny immediately began questioning her about her odd behavior.
The only response she got was a smile and a few giggles. As people filed into the
common room and then filed out, Hermione followed behind them, (noticing
Harry still lingering in his usual chair), to her room, awaiting her sleepless night.
~*~*~
Harry sat in his usual seat in the common room, third chair from the fire, and
waited for what seemed an eternity until everyone was finally asleep. He'd been
very curious about the small book that had been near his things; he'd not yet had a
chance to look at it. After they all disappeared upstairs he took out the tiny book
he'd found and read the first (and only) line in the book (written in a beautifully
enchanted script), "Hello Harry," it began, "I've been waiting for the right time to
do this, now seems quite decent. Please just reply and leave this gift under your
chair cushion." He tried to think of something to reply, going over all his thoughts
in his confused mind he timidly wrote, "Hello, how old are you, how long have I
known you?" was the best he could do. Oh well, that would have to do, if she'd
known him a while, she'd know that he can get very tongue-tied sometimes. He
stuck the book under the cushion as she had said to and went to bed, or at least
tried to. He lie awake trying to imagine who this mystery girl could be until nearly
three o'clock am.
~*~*~
As she imagined what must be running through Harry's mind she noticed that it
was almost three in the morning! She knew that she should be asleep but she
simply had to know what he had written. As she stumbled down the gloomy stairs
to the common room she quickened her pace, she'd been waiting so long to do
this! She excitedly crash landed into the chair, fished under the cushion and pulled
out the book. Almost laughing out loud at what he'd written she wondered how
long it had taken him. She wrote (in her bewitched scrawl), "I'm in seventh year,
and you've known me for almost seven years." She considered what to write next
then quickly wrote, "We are pretty good friends, I think that you would agree. But
you can't try to guess who I am, it's against the rules, sorry!" That seemed to do
it, so she strolled back up to her room to get some real sleep.
~*~*~
A few days and a few messages later Harry realized that this girl and him were
really clicking, he liked her, a lot, and he'd never seen her before.well, not that
he knew of. Then he lay thinking, it had to be someone he knew and saw every
day. He wondered if they were one of his friends that he often talked to, or if she
didn't have enough courage to really talk to him in person and that's why she
started the book. It was an odd feeling, to doubt someone that he considered he
cared so much about. It was very early in the morning, he'd only slept about two
hours, the thought of her haunted him, he had to write her some of his feelings.
He stealthily walked down the stairs, and when he reached the bottom he found
Hermione downstairs doing her homework, IN HIS SEAT. There goes any chance
of writing to.. her, he really needed something else to call her! "Hey Hermione,
what are you up to this late?" "Hey Harry, I'm just doing some of our potions
homework, how come you're up this late?" "Oh, I couldn't sleep, I was going to come
down here to sit by the fire and write Sirius a letter." Sirius had been
cleared a month or two before school started, and he'd sent Harry many letters at
the Weasleys' home where Harry had spent his summer vacations since the year
of the Triwizard Tournament. He hated to lie to Hermione like this, but he simply
couldn't tell her, she'd think he was absolutely nuts! "Oh, I guess I'll give you
your seat then," she said as she tossed all of her things onto the floor beside chair.
"Ok, could I borrow a piece of parchment?"
~*~*~
As she handed him the parchment she realized he'd come down here to write to
her in the book, or else he would've brought parchment with him. She noticed
also that he had written Sirius a letter day-before-yesterday, still hadn't gotten a
reply, another thing was that, Harry never wrote to Sirius twice in one week. She
felt so bad that he had to lie to her, she wished that somehow she could bring it up
without showing that she knew all about it, like 'accidentally' pull the book out
and read it or something. Oh well, she'd think of that later. She continued to do
her homework a little more quickly. They sat by the fire in silence for almost two
hours, until she finally finished her homework. She quietly dismissed herself and
trudged up the stairs, awaiting Harry's reply, and snuck silently into her room
and went to sleep.
~*~*~
When she'd FINALLY left Harry put down the parchment he'd been doodling on
and pulled out the book. The girls' last reply had filled nearly seven pages. He
seemed to recognize her somehow. He began to wonder if they'd ever REALLY
met. He laughed at some of her silly comments and turned the page to the place
where he was going to reply. "I need something to call you by, some sort of
nickname, anything. When I think of you my mind goes blank. You know all
about me, you have a name to call me by, but I know almost nothing about you
and I have nothing to call you by. I wish there was some way that we could meet,
but I know that you don't want to just yet. I hope our meeting time comes soon. I
would love to finally meet the wonderful girl who I can't get my mind off of. But
in the mean time, I better get going; it's nearly four in the morning! My thoughts
are with you,
Harry"
He slowly re-read what had taken him almost an hour, made some corrections,
then crawled upstairs to get a little sleep before breakfast.
A/N: Hey, I hope all of you like this, as it says in my profile, I've never really written before and I may not be very good at it. I uploaded a version of this story a couple weeks ago and got four reviews, they all had the same remarks, it was too short, so, here it is, longer and better! Leave me some reviews; I'm dying to know what you think!!!
had already bought his schoolbooks and his new broomstick, the Nendel 2020
(the role of Quidditch captain required a new broom each year), at Diagon Alley
with Ron and Hermione. It was dark and cloudy outside and the Hogwarts
Express was slowly making its way toward Hogwarts. Harry was sharing a
compartment with Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. As the train raced along the tracks
the four students grew ever more impatient. They made the tradition of discussing
what they had done (or not done in Harry's case), over the summer, chatting about
how the year was going to go and what adventures it may bring. They slowly
made their way toward Hogwarts.
~*~*~
Bare minutes before they arrived, Hermione slipped her little present next to
Harry's things. She was simply dying! As the Hogwarts Express came to a halt
she grabbed her stuff and got off as quickly as she could, making some stupid
excuse to go to the library. She made her way into the Great Hall for the feast and
sat down on one of the benches. As Harry waltzed in talking hurriedly with Ron,
Ginny glued to their heels, he eyed her and motioned for her to save him a seat.
As he sat down she quickly turned to talk to Parvati who was seated in the
opposite direction of Harry. The sorting hat was sitting in its usual position atop
the stool; Professor McGonagall stood up, introduced the first years and sat down
after they were sorted. Professor Dumbledore stood up, welcomed them back,
brought on the food, and then took his seat in the middle of the teachers' table.
Abruptly after the feast ended Hermione grabbed Ginny and nearly dragged her to
the Gryffindor common room. Breathless she began laughing hysterically. As her
breath returned Ginny immediately began questioning her about her odd behavior.
The only response she got was a smile and a few giggles. As people filed into the
common room and then filed out, Hermione followed behind them, (noticing
Harry still lingering in his usual chair), to her room, awaiting her sleepless night.
~*~*~
Harry sat in his usual seat in the common room, third chair from the fire, and
waited for what seemed an eternity until everyone was finally asleep. He'd been
very curious about the small book that had been near his things; he'd not yet had a
chance to look at it. After they all disappeared upstairs he took out the tiny book
he'd found and read the first (and only) line in the book (written in a beautifully
enchanted script), "Hello Harry," it began, "I've been waiting for the right time to
do this, now seems quite decent. Please just reply and leave this gift under your
chair cushion." He tried to think of something to reply, going over all his thoughts
in his confused mind he timidly wrote, "Hello, how old are you, how long have I
known you?" was the best he could do. Oh well, that would have to do, if she'd
known him a while, she'd know that he can get very tongue-tied sometimes. He
stuck the book under the cushion as she had said to and went to bed, or at least
tried to. He lie awake trying to imagine who this mystery girl could be until nearly
three o'clock am.
~*~*~
As she imagined what must be running through Harry's mind she noticed that it
was almost three in the morning! She knew that she should be asleep but she
simply had to know what he had written. As she stumbled down the gloomy stairs
to the common room she quickened her pace, she'd been waiting so long to do
this! She excitedly crash landed into the chair, fished under the cushion and pulled
out the book. Almost laughing out loud at what he'd written she wondered how
long it had taken him. She wrote (in her bewitched scrawl), "I'm in seventh year,
and you've known me for almost seven years." She considered what to write next
then quickly wrote, "We are pretty good friends, I think that you would agree. But
you can't try to guess who I am, it's against the rules, sorry!" That seemed to do
it, so she strolled back up to her room to get some real sleep.
~*~*~
A few days and a few messages later Harry realized that this girl and him were
really clicking, he liked her, a lot, and he'd never seen her before.well, not that
he knew of. Then he lay thinking, it had to be someone he knew and saw every
day. He wondered if they were one of his friends that he often talked to, or if she
didn't have enough courage to really talk to him in person and that's why she
started the book. It was an odd feeling, to doubt someone that he considered he
cared so much about. It was very early in the morning, he'd only slept about two
hours, the thought of her haunted him, he had to write her some of his feelings.
He stealthily walked down the stairs, and when he reached the bottom he found
Hermione downstairs doing her homework, IN HIS SEAT. There goes any chance
of writing to.. her, he really needed something else to call her! "Hey Hermione,
what are you up to this late?" "Hey Harry, I'm just doing some of our potions
homework, how come you're up this late?" "Oh, I couldn't sleep, I was going to come
down here to sit by the fire and write Sirius a letter." Sirius had been
cleared a month or two before school started, and he'd sent Harry many letters at
the Weasleys' home where Harry had spent his summer vacations since the year
of the Triwizard Tournament. He hated to lie to Hermione like this, but he simply
couldn't tell her, she'd think he was absolutely nuts! "Oh, I guess I'll give you
your seat then," she said as she tossed all of her things onto the floor beside chair.
"Ok, could I borrow a piece of parchment?"
~*~*~
As she handed him the parchment she realized he'd come down here to write to
her in the book, or else he would've brought parchment with him. She noticed
also that he had written Sirius a letter day-before-yesterday, still hadn't gotten a
reply, another thing was that, Harry never wrote to Sirius twice in one week. She
felt so bad that he had to lie to her, she wished that somehow she could bring it up
without showing that she knew all about it, like 'accidentally' pull the book out
and read it or something. Oh well, she'd think of that later. She continued to do
her homework a little more quickly. They sat by the fire in silence for almost two
hours, until she finally finished her homework. She quietly dismissed herself and
trudged up the stairs, awaiting Harry's reply, and snuck silently into her room
and went to sleep.
~*~*~
When she'd FINALLY left Harry put down the parchment he'd been doodling on
and pulled out the book. The girls' last reply had filled nearly seven pages. He
seemed to recognize her somehow. He began to wonder if they'd ever REALLY
met. He laughed at some of her silly comments and turned the page to the place
where he was going to reply. "I need something to call you by, some sort of
nickname, anything. When I think of you my mind goes blank. You know all
about me, you have a name to call me by, but I know almost nothing about you
and I have nothing to call you by. I wish there was some way that we could meet,
but I know that you don't want to just yet. I hope our meeting time comes soon. I
would love to finally meet the wonderful girl who I can't get my mind off of. But
in the mean time, I better get going; it's nearly four in the morning! My thoughts
are with you,
Harry"
He slowly re-read what had taken him almost an hour, made some corrections,
then crawled upstairs to get a little sleep before breakfast.
A/N: Hey, I hope all of you like this, as it says in my profile, I've never really written before and I may not be very good at it. I uploaded a version of this story a couple weeks ago and got four reviews, they all had the same remarks, it was too short, so, here it is, longer and better! Leave me some reviews; I'm dying to know what you think!!!