A/N HEEYYYYYYYY So, this is my newy fanfic. :) Some people MAY know me from the story "She Wants To MAke Us Happy? OC." (It's a Sisters Grimm fanfiction) Well, here is my new one about HARRY POTTER! (I have been obsessed with this book since, like, forever.) This will be another OC, because I like writing about a person with a certian personality but I despise OOC stories. Also, it takes place in fourth year, not that there is gonna be a tournament but because the person I'm basing the OC off of is 13. Okay...ENJOY!
Third Person Omnicient POV
"Who's that girl?" Ron asked on the first day back at Hogwarts since their teacher turned into a werewolf and tried to eat Harry's God-father.
"Yeah, she looks a bit old to be a first year. But I can't imagine why she would be over there if she wasn't." Hermione added.
Harry looked over and saw the girl they were talking about. She had curly brown hair, not bushy like Hermione's, and loads of freckles. Most of them were on her nose. She had a sweet face, but her expression was worried, nervous, and slightly perturbed. She looked around the room, then caught Harry staring.
She smiled and waved. He half-heartedly waved back. He was confused.
Dumbledoor, the Headmaster, took the stage.
He cleared his throat. "I would like to welcome the first years!" He said, and everyone applauded. Except Draco. But he doesn't matter. "Also, I would like to welcome a new student. This is something that han't happened in a long time, here at Hogwarts. Miss Millicent Homestead has moved here from San Diego, California, United States of America. Stand up, Millicent."
The girl that the golden trio had been staring at stood up and waved. "Hi...you can call me Millie."She smiled awkwardly and sat back down.
"Now, we shall get back to sorting!" And with that, McGonagall brought out the freaky droopy hat. Harry chuckled as he saw Millie's face fall into a confused frown.
"We would like to start the sorting with Millic- Millie, who will be entering her fourth year here."
Still confused, she walked up to the front of the Great Hall. She sat in the chair.
"I bet she'll be in Slytherin." Ron said.
"Look at her ear." Harry and Hermione looked and saw that she had two peircings and the lobe and one at top.
"Yeah, but she seems nice." Harry added.
"We don't know."
"You're right. Slytherin." Hermione said, shaking her head.
Over at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy was discussing the same matter with his "friends." Aka the people that put up with him long enough to hold a decent conversation.
"Gryffendor." He declared, sneering.
"What makes you say that?" Pansy asked.
"Look at her, smiling at everyone. I swear I saw her wave at Harry Potter. Figures she knows who he is."
"Yeah, but look at her ear."
"So she has an odd peircing, so what."
"Well, we'll find out riiiiiight now." Pansy said that the second they plopped the Sorting Hat on her head.
"Hmm," The Sorting Hat's mysterious voice said. "You're an odd little pokbun, aren't you?"
"Well, no. I don't think so. But porkbuns are pretty good." Millie agreed.
"Yes, well I wouldn't know. You seem like a...GRYFFENDOR!" The Gryffendor table cheered as Draco made the "I-told-you" face towards his "friends."
She jumped down off the stage and skipped towrads the table. She plopped down next to Harry and across from Hermione.
"Hey. I saw you guys taring at me. Millie." She said, sticking her hand out. Harry shook it.
"I'm Hermione Granger." They shook hands and then Ron and Millie. "Ron Weasly, and well, you know who that is." Ron said, nodding towards Harry.
"Yeah, he's the guy who was staring at me. Name?" The three Gryffendors seemed genuinely shocked. "Do ya have one?" Snapping out of it, Harry said "Yeah, um, I'm Harry Potter."
"Nice name, sounds like the title of a book."
She glanced down at the plate in front of her, pulled out her wand, and levitated a chicken leg over to her plate. She took a huge bite, and when she finished, she asked, "So who's that pale blonde guy over at the green table." She chewed and swallowed. "He was staring at me too."
"Oh," Harry groaned. "Was he sneering?"
"More like scowling."
"That's Draco Malfoy. He's...evil."
"Aww, he just needs a hug."
Hermione choked on her chicken laughing. "Here, after dinner I'll show you our dormitories. There's an empty bed next to mine."
"Okay, thanks. I need to get to bed anywho. I am majorly jetlagged. Plus a fricken long train ride."
Should I go on? I LOVE doing OC's, for some reason. REVIEW.