Year One (4)

After Hermione and I met all the professor's, we went back to the dining hall so we could eat breakfast. She went off with Ron and Harry and I sat by myself off on the corner of the Gryffindor table.

"You seem lonely," a girl said, who was seated off to my right. "Hi I'm Luna Lovegood," she told me, sticking out her had to shake mine. "Hi. I'm y/n Johnson, but you can call me n/n." "Your voice sounds a little weird. Did something happen to it?" Luna asked, a dream tone in her voice as her eyes wander around the halls. "No, nothing happened to my voice. I'm from America and this is how we talk. It's just a little different from there to here."

"You're from America, that's interesting. What house are you in?" she asked me, leading me to be confused. We are sitting at the Gryffindor table, right? "I'm in Gryffindor. You?" "Ravenclaw, though I'm not quite sure why we are named Ravenclaw yet we have a hawk for a mascot. Well, I best be going." And with that, she left me.

"Hey n/n," Hermione said as she walked to my side. "Ready to head to class?" "You bet. This has got to be way better than normal school subjects. We have potions first right?" I asked her as we walked out of the great hall. "Yes, we have potions with…....Professor Snape," Hermione told me as she looked down at her time table that was identical to mine. "Wasn't he the creepy dude who told us to get out?" "Yep, that's the one." "Oh yay, that'll be fun."

It wasn't fun. Since Hermione and I were the first in there I took a seat on one side of the room near the back while she took a seat on the other side near the middle so she had room for Harry and Ron.

When the other kids started showing up I ended up sitting next to a nice boy named Neville. But I had a blonde boy sitting behind me that kept messing with my hair. I swear to Merlin I almost jinxed him.

The day went on pretty smoothly, minus potions. I got to see George and Fred a few times during the day when they weren't sucked into the paper that they put their pranking list on. Hermione stayed by Ron and Harry most of the day, so I was mostly on my own, though I did meet a really nice girl called Angelina Johnson. She's in Ravenclaw and knows George and Fred since she's an older student (I had met her through Luna when I bumped into the two of them in the hall).

When I got back to the common area I found Hermione, so we did our homework together and we were headed to the dormitory when we got stopped by Fred. "n/n can I talk with you for a minute?" he asked, looking a bit nervous. "Yeah, sure." Hermione went to the dormitory while Fred and I stayed back.

"Is everything alright Fred?" "Yeah, everything is fine. I was just hoping to ask you something." "Well then, ask away." "You know Angelina right?" "Yeah, I met her today, why?" I paused for a second since Fred seemed to hesitate. "Wait do you...Fred do you like her?" I asked. "No! I mean, yes. I mean, maybe just a little." I grinned up at him. "So you like her and you want me to find out if she likes you?" I asked, knowing how these things usually go. "Yes, please. I can't just go up and ask her myself. What if she says no, I don't want to look like a total idiot."

I took a moment to laugh, leaving Fred to look at me confused. "No offense Fred, but you are an idiot. But yes, I will help you with your love dilemma." "Hey, I said I liked her." "With a tone like that, I say you love her. See you tomorrow Fred." "Bye n/n."

~Tiny Time Skip~

Harry is now the youngest seeker ever. Turns out that the blonde boy that was messing with my hair was Draco Malfoy. Boy is he trouble. Though, if he hadn't grabbed Neville's remembrall, Harry would have never become the Gryffindor seeker.

Hermione and I were at the first quidditch game cheering on George, Fred, and Harry. Everything seemed fine, and it looked like Gryffindor was going to win. Harry fell off his broom in the process of trying to catch the snitch, yet was still able to catch it in his mouth, which caused a lot of commotion and cheers on the Gryffindor's side of the stadium. First game of the season goes to Gryffindor.

We all celebrated in the common room that night. I think George and Fred snuck in some alcohol (turns out it was butter beer) or something because they were talking nonsense while stumbling around the common room.

"Hey n/n," George called out, walking towards me with a little wobble in his stride. "Hi, George. Are you okay? You seem like you might throw up." "What do you mean? I'm fine," he said, almost falling over in the process (do you know how much butter beer you have to drink to get drunk? A lot. Though, I heard that one of the seventh years had snuck in some fire-whiskey). I rush over and stop him from crashing to the ground as I dragged him to the nearest seat.

"I told you I'm fine. You look amazing tonight by the way. Did you do something with your hair?" he asked, though he didn't seem very focused on me as he gazed into the fire. That was a weird question to ask. "George, I'm more worried about you than my hair. I should probably take you to the hospital wing."

"You know I really like your accent, it's cute," he told me, changing the subject as he looked away from the fire for a moment to look into my eyes. "George, now you are delusional, so let's get you to the hospital wing." "Or you could have some butter beer with me," he said, reaching over to grab a butter beer.

I stopped grabbed his hand to stop him from reaching for another bottle. "George, I don't think that is a good idea. If you won't let me take you to the hospital wing, at least let me take you to your dormitory. No excuses, you are coming with me."

After a lot of maneuvering and complaining from his side, I got him to his dormitory. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light, snoring away as he laid on top of the covers, half of his body not even on the bed.

The next morning he seemed a little worried when he came into the common room. "George, are you feeling better?" I asked, concerned on how much the alcohol would effect him in the morning. "Yeah, I'm fine, but I can't really remember anything. What happened last night?" "You had a few too many butter beers, a couple shots of fire-whiskey, and you were saying weird stuff." "What kind of weird stuff?"

I took a deep breath, pushing down the need to laugh at the faces Fred was making behind George's back. "Well, for one you said you liked my accent and that you thought it was cute. You also said I looked amazing last night, then asked me if I did something with my hair." He started to blush, though I didn't know why. He just had too much to drink. Though, now that I think of it, he might still have rosy cheeks from the alcohol the night before.

"George it's fine. I know you weren't all up there last night. I'm also the one that had to wrestle you up the stairs to get you in your dormitory." He blushed even more at that. "Well, thank you for helping me." Then he walked away with Fred on his tail, who was still making faces at me as I finally allowed myself to let out a small giggle.