Wicked hearts

chapter one

I had never seen a view quite like it, before me stood the magnificent castle of Hogwarts, my new school, my home for the next two years- and yes, I am a 6th year transfer from Beauxbatons. My father used to own a prestigious broom manufacturing company in France but he was recently offered a job at the ministry of magic meaning we had to move to England, leaving his broom business with my older brother. Along with this, I was forced to transfer schools, so now I am just about to get off the Hogwarts express ready to see what this place really has to offer. I had to admit though, it looked stunning.

At last the express came to a stop and the carriages started bustling with students who were excited to finally be back. I stood up and grabbed my bags, making sure nothing was left behind before I exited the compartment, squeezing through many students until I could finally feel the crisp winter air brush against my face. I had made it. When I suddenly realised that I had no idea where I was going, the rush of excitement turned into anxiety.

' Are you new? I've never seen you before?'

A voice shook me out of my thoughts and I as turned my head, I was greeted by a pretty young girl with short brown hair and hazel eyes. 'yes' I responded, giving her a small smile, 'I'm Aster Moonryn, a transfer from Beauxbatons' .

The girl put her hand out for me to shake, and I did.

'I'm Hermione Granger, pleasure to meet you Miss Moonryn' . I couldn't get over how polite she was, but I liked her already. 'If you want to, you can follow me and my friends so you don't get lost?' she offered.

'that's so kind of you, I think I'll take you up on that offer' and with that, I was following her across the platform whilst she walked towards her friends. One was a ginger boy, who was stood finishing off a box of Bertie Bees every flavour beans and the other, a tall brown haired boy with curly hair and glasses.

'Hey guys, this is Aster Moonryn, she's new here! I just met her when I was grabbing my last bags' Hermione introduced me and the boys' eyes lit up when they saw me.

'Hi! I'm Ron Weasley' the ginger boy said, his mouth full of jellybeans making it slightly hard to hear.

The boy next to him rolled his eyes 'Ron, I really don't think she wants to see your half eaten jellybeans. Sorry about him' he took a step closer and put his hand out out for me to shake, 'I'm Harry, Harry Potter, the pleasure is all mine'

My eyes went wide and I almost choked on air.

'Harry Potter, you mean THE Harry Potter, the boy who outlived death?!' I had heard about him through my parents, my mother used to be good friends with his mum and dad, James and Lily before she got engaged to my father and they moved to away to France- funny how I ended up back here. I had also heard about his parents unfortunate end and how he almost could have suffered the same fate, so I'm incredibly glad that none of my family had connections with the dark lord.

All three of them looked rather surprised that I knew him, but he just giggled and smiled, caressing the back of his neck, 'I guess you could say that'.

I ran up to him, moving his hair with my fingers to see if.. yes, he has the scar. He really was Harry. I stepped away a second later, realising I probably made him uncomfortable touching him so suddenly. 'Oh gosh, I'm sorry!' I stated but he had a pink blush forming on his cheeks. 'but wow, you really are Harry Potter, the chosen one!'

'C'mon you three, we need to go' Hermione interrupted, she was right, the platform was emptying fast. We pushed our way through the hustle and bustle of the station, until we finally made it to the carriages that would take us to our destination.