11Ok so this is my first story plz be kind when you review! (wink wink nudge nudge)
DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS J K ROWLING DOES AND SHE IS VERY LUCKY TO DO SO! no fair...
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Chapter 1 -The end of the beginning
It seemed strange to him that this time 3 years ago he hadn't even seen the Hogwarts Express and it's scarlet engine. It seemed different that now, a wizard like himself, could be a top student in most subjects when he was only muggle born. It seemed repulsive to think of the year before and what had almost ripped him of everything...
Tom threw his books into his trunk and moved to his window, 'Another year at Hogwarts' he thought as he gazed across the valley lit by the sun sinking like a gold coin flicked into the evening sky. He felt something brush against his leg. Leaping backwards he drew his wand; a pair of huge, round green eyes stared up to him and blinked. Relieved he reached down to scratch his cat on its ear. As it purred joyfully he said,
"Things are going to be very different this year Snowie"
From the bed she could see the orchard and its apples –nearly ripe and ready for the muggle harvest. In the steady breeze outside, a leaf departed of its owner and fluttered to the ground causing an owl snoozing on a fallen branch to cast a beedy eye and take off over the farmers land that lay beyond.
Even though it was early evening, Claire's eyes rolled and her body settled. As she lay there warm and comfortable, her eyes closed and her mind wondered into paths she would rather not walk again; the paths that led to the pain she suffered only a few short weeks ago.
But the past always returned, always of his face...
The whistle blew, and the steam from the engine swirled around Tom's ankles.
"Bye mum, bye dad!"
"You will write now won't you Tom?" The uncertainty made Tom laugh,
"Of course."
He heaved his trunk on to the train, and set to the task of finding a compartment. As he walked he saw many people he knew and said hello, then carried on. But Tom was puzzled, many people where giving him strange looks, 'Anger, no, fear maybe both?' Tom thought. Confused he opened a compartment not noticing the lump on the floor unitl –
"Ouch! Hey watch out you idiot-" Claire paused shocked to see the figure in front of her, "Hi Tom, h-how are you?"
"I'm fine thanks, how are you?"
"Good!" Even though she was relived that he was talking to her normally, she still refused to look into those wonderful eyes, after her secret of her fancying him came out in their last year.
They spoke again at the same time
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
"You can sit down if you want no-ones taking them."
Finally they made eye contact and smiled at each other. Tom smiled the widest 'Finally someone I can relate to! Someone who likes me!"