Underwater

Part 2

Hermione's POV

Sophie was a peculiar kid. She looked out of this world, like she didn't belong here. It's strange, but I just couldn't shake away the feeling. Add that to the worries I already have about me, Harry and Ron's friendship, I was exhausted when I walked into my dorm room. As I plopped onto my bed, the dorm room door banged open. Sophie walked quietly to the vacant bed at the end of the room and took out her things from the trunk at the foot of the bed.

I stood up and went over to Sophie's bed.

"Hi Sophie," I whispered. She flinched.

"Hi Hermione," she smiled.

"You're sleeping here?"

Sophie nodded. I could see worry and nervousness written all over her face. The all-too-familiar feelings - anxiety and worry. They came and went all the time, and I figured that the best way to get over them is to deal with the problem. Sophie was probably worried that she wouldn't fit in, like how I was scared that nobody would like me on the first day of school. I sighed. She'll have to deal with it herself for the effect to be most effective. Non-physical emotions were something that one must get over themselves.

Sophie's POV

Hermione looked like she pitied me. I hated that feeling. I could handle anything, yet everyone underestimates me. I wish my friends were here. Especially Keefe. His jokes always made me feel right at home. 

Even when Hermione went back to her bed and fell asleep, I was still up, thinking of my friends. I wish I had brought my imparter. That way I could contact my friends. I sighed. How was I going to survive here? I was lonely, I was completely new to magic, and I didn't know how classes was going to be like.

I sighed. If only the Council hadn't chosen me. It feels horrible.

Harry's POV

"Harry, did you see Hermione talking to the new kid?" Ron asked. I nodded.

Apparently, her name is Sophie Foster, and she's completely new to magic, exactly like how I was five years ago, at my aunt and uncle's house, before Hagrid came to pick me up. I tossed and turned in my bed, while everyone else started to fall asleep. Finally, I managed to fall into a slumber.

"Ah!" Not long after, I woke up to a bad nightmare. Sweat was rolling down my palms and face, and I was shivering. I groaned. If only I wasn't the Chosen One. It would make life much easier.

Everyone thought I was lucky and genius to have been able to avoid Voldemort three times already, but in actual fact, I was sick and tired of him. What does it feel like to just have a normal life? To have friends and not have to worry about anything but homework? What does it feel like to just be a normal wizard?

I turned to a side and muttered under my breath, "Being the Chosen One feels horrible."