Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 6, 2009 18:54:41 GMT
Chapter 1
It was the first of September, and the hot autumn sun was reflected off seven heads of bright red hair. The oldest female was complaining about the fact that King’s Cross Station was packed with Muggles.
She stopped and a curly haired boy and girl walked straight through the wall.
“Come along, Fred. You first,” the woman said.
“He’s not Fred, I am,” one of the twins exclaimed.
“Honestly woman. You call yourself our mother,” the other one shook his head.
“Oh, I’m sorry George,” she told the first twin.
He approached the wall and grinned, “Only joking. I am Fred.”
He ran towards the wall and disappeared. He was shortly followed by his twin brother.
A skinny boy with messy black hair approached the woman and asked her how to get onto the platform. She explained that he just had to run at the wall.
“Good luck,” the little girl smiled, holding her mum’s hand.
The boy ran at the wall, as instructed, and was surprised when he passed straight through it and saw a scarlet train stretched out in front of him.
He found an empty compartment and was soon joined by one of the red-haired boys he had seen before he had run through the wall. They were about to introduce themselves as a girl with long brown hair opened the door.
“Do you mind if I join you?” she asked.
“No, that’s fine,” the black haired boy said, “I’m Harry, by the way, Harry Potter.”
“Wow,” the girl breathed.
The other boy asked if Harry really had the scar. Harry lifted up his fringe to show them.
“Wicked,” the other boy smiled.
“I’m Bronwyn Tonks,” the girl smiled.
“I’m Ron Weasley,” the redhead said.
The curly haired girl, who had now entered an empty compartment, was sat reading a book entitled, Quidditch Through The Ages, when she was joined by a tall boy who she recognised as Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team.
“Hey Angel,” he grinned, “Will you be trying out for the quidditch team? Katie Bell can’t play this year.”
Angel smiled “Sure, sounds great!”
She blushed slightly at the thought of spending extra time with Oliver. She had liked him since she met him in their first year.
He was now sitting opposite her, and they were in a conversation about the one thing they both loved - quidditch - when Angel’s twin brother entered the compartment.
“Evangeline,” Percy explained “Mother wants you to concentrate on getting good grades, so you better actually study! You won’t be able to play Quidditch if you let your grades slip.”
“What? Come on Perce. You know that this is the first year that I have had the chance to try out for the team. Mum wouldn’t stop me playing,” Angel argued, “Would she?”
Percy simply shrugged and stalked out of the compartment.
“I really hate my brother sometimes,” Angel sighed.
“Don’t worry about it,” Oliver reassured her, “You’ll be fine. I’ll even tutor you if you need it.”
“Thanks, Oliver. I really appreciate it,” smiled Angel, hugging Oliver.
They both pulled away from each other as the door slid open to reveal Fred and George with identical smug looks on their faces..
