The begining of the year feast is magnificent. Almost every type of food is crammed on the huge tables. Not sure what to do, never seeing so much food in one place, i randomly put food on my plate. After I scraped the last bit of jelly from my bowl, the plates vanished, and Dumbledore, the school headmaster shouted, "Now, off to bed with you all!"
The school prefects ushered us out of the great hall. Hermione by my side, we talk rapidly on what lesson we will have tomorrow. "I think we have potions, but I'm unsure." I say, before bumping into someone. I can tell he's Fred and George's brother, from before. Ron, I think his name was. And hes with the black haired boy. The one with the same eyes as mine.
"Oh! Im sorry. Are you okay?" I ask him. He nods his head, and I nervously smile. Hermione walks ahead, most likely disgusted.
"Hi! You must be Harry and Ron." I say, talking to my brother for the first time. But he can't know our relation. Neither can Hermione. "I'm Amelia. You can call me Amy. We're, uhh, in the same year. And we're both gryffindors. So... rawr?" I say, actibg like a lion, the symbol for our house. Ron stifles a laugh, and I nervously smile. Just then, a teacher with a turban bu,ps into me, and my scar starts to burn. I grab my wrist, quickly walking ahead, trying to conceal the burning pain.
I quietly walk into the dorm, finding my bed. It's next to Hermione's. I can't help but wonder what happened back with that one man, why my scar started to hurt. It never hurts. But it did. I don't know what it has to do with me.
(Sorry for the short chapter)