Harry Potter-
Harry & Ron sat at their first train to Hogwarts talking, until their door opened & a girl with curly blue hair came in, holding her trunk.
“Er, may I sit with you two?” she asked hopefully.
“Sure.” Both boys said at once, moving their trunks to let her sit.
“Er-“began Harry “-is that you Midnight?” Ron exchanged looks of misunderstanding between them.
“Took you long enough, Harry Potter. Told you we’ll be meeting soon.” She smiled and finally sat next to Harry, facing Ron.
“Well, not exactly soon.” He added.
“Eh? Have you guys met before?” asked Ron, looking at the unlikely pair.
“Well, yes.” Answered Midnight smiling at Ron.
“But Harry told me he never met a witch or a wizard before meeting Hagrid.” Protested Ron.
“Well, I haven’t exactly known she was a witch. She never told me. Come to think of it, is that how the ball floated into your hands, back then? That’s how you disappeared so quickly…”
“Yes. Weird though. I thought that you’d figure that out. You are the famous Harry Potter, after all.”
There it goes again, thought Harry grimly.
“He was raised by muggles, weren’t you Harry? He had no idea of wizardry, what-so-ever. You had to see it!” Ron answered for Harry.
“Ron, you haven’t seen it.”
“W-well, hear it then.” There was a pause, when Ron finally realised he had no idea what ball they were talking about. Or how it floated or how they met.
“Er-mind, explaining it a bit?” he asked confused. Harry and Midnight exchanged agreeing looks.
“Alright then-“began Harry. “-I’ll tell you how we met.” He turned to the girl. “Remember, Midnight?”
They both smiled and Harry fell into a talk, describing how they met. All eyes exchanging an interested look.
-The Memory-
“No! Give me my ball back!” yelled Harry after Dudley. They were both children age of 7, in their yearly primary.
“Catch me if you can! Guff Ball!” he yelled back at him sneering.
“Give me my ball back! It’s the only thing I have left from my parents!” Dudley laughed again. Both boys were running home.
“What’s wrong Potter? Miss your mommy & daddy?” he roared with laughter, still running. At that moment, a girl with curly-blue hair appeared before him, who Dudley didn’t notice because was still staring backwards at Harry. The girl delicately put her leg out and the boy tripped. The ball however, floated out of his hands and landed in hers, just like by magic. Harry came to a halt.
“Here.” Said the girl sweetly, “This belongs to you, doesn’t it?” she handed the ball over gently, smiling.
“Er, thanks. Who are you?”
“Midnight Slytherin. I feel pity for you, having to have him for a cousin.”
“Oh. But how did you know we were cousins? Dudley never tells anyone.”
“Well just a lucky guess, then. So, what is your name?”
“My-my name is Harry Potter.” He said and Midnight’s smile suddenly vanished and her eyes became unusually wide.
“Harry Potter…”she said quietly, not believing the words that just escaped his mouth.
“Y-yeah! What’s wrong?”
“Eh?” she stepped out of dream trance. “Oh, sorry. I really shouldn’t be here. Sorry, got to go!”
“Huh? W-well, thanks for saving my-eh-ball. It’s really precious to me.”
“Any time. Well, soon we shall meet again. Until then, farewell Harry Potter.” She smiled again and the moment Harry looked at Dudley with his miserable sobs lying on the ground she disappeared. How, Harry never found out. But it did not matter.
“Midnight…” he whispered. She was actually the nicest person he had ever met, the only one that talked to him without looking scared or otherwise mean, the only person that wore a real smile on her face when in talk with him. “Soon, we shall meet again…” he repeated her last words quietly. But that ‘soon’ never came. He had never seen her since, until they’ve met once again by the train, leaving for Hogwarts.
“And I’ve never seen you since then. Midnight, why didn’t you ever come back?” asked Harry, finishing the story.
“I’m sorry Harry, but my dad is not the type that would want to spot me sitting next to you. He’s in Slytherin, you see & serves Voldemort. I’m also not supposed to be sitting, chatting to you right now, but who cares? I don’t give a rat’s a** about what he says anymore. Let the git be!” she finished and Ron chucked on his pumpkin juice, who obviously laughed at her words but failed because of the drink.
“Damn you, Midnight! Don’t go off being funny like that! Trying to kill me, are you? Bloody Hell, that was funny! To call your own dad a git! Girl, you have the power!”
“Well yes, powers! Funny you had to mention this…” and she broke into another long talk. The trio enjoyed their travel all the way till Hogsmead, being joined by Hermione later that trip, who wasn’t planning on staying, but forgot about her plans and instead sat with them, joining their talk. Well, how do I put this? Let’s just say they simply had fun even though they were interrupted twice by Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who got a kick each in their butt for interrupting such an enjoyable talk.
Okay, what do you people think? This is a good chapter to let you know that Harry, Ron, Hermione and Midnight are going to be best friends and that Midnight clearly hates her dad, so this gives you a little bit of the plot. A nice and more interesting chapter will come next week. Till then review, review, review and please don’t be too mean when commenting.
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