Lydia's POV:
Its the day! The day I finally get to go to Hogwarts! Although I know there is lots I should be worried about, I can't help but feel extremely exited. I wake up early, and have a nice long shower, washing and straightening my hair, and that doing my makeup perfectly. I have waist length white blonde hair, and a very pale petite face. As I do my makeup, I only apply a thin layer of concealer under my eyes so I don't look too ghostly, some pencil eyeliner, mascara, blusher, a little bronzer, and pale pink tinted lip balm. I look at my reflection and sigh. No matter how much I try, it is impossible to add any colour to my face, and I always seem to look ghostly. When I have done this, I get changed into a pale pink shirt and black shorts.
Down in the lobby I am the only person that is up yet, despite already double checking my bags. I order some breakfast and sit alone at a table. As my english breakfast is served, I eat up fast, and then order seconds. I'm very small and short for my age, and with that and me being new, everyone will probably think I am a first year. Finally at seven thirty, Mum, Dad and Percy join me.
"Darling, what time did you get up? You are already ready!" Mum exclaims as she sees me.
"Oh, I got up at four thirty, but I was so exited I couldn't fall back asleep!" I say excitedly.
"You really should get more sleep, you look like living death!" She tells me fussily. I blush. I naturally look this way, and it isn't even near the full moon, because that was four nights ago.
"Oh, really, I'm OK." I reassure her. Dad and Percy are already pigging away on the breakfast buffet, which has now opened. Soon we are joined by Ron, Hermione and Harry, followed by Ginny.
"Good morning Lydia. How do you feel?" Hermione asks me.
"Brilliant!" I say honestly.
"Tell me again why you are only starting Hogwarts this year," Hermione asks. Suddenly everyone at the table freezes and the atmosphere grows tense. Despite being my best female friend, Hermione doesn't know my secret, and I always wish I could tell her.
"Lydia has had many health problems, you can see how weak she is," Dad butts in. I hate it when people refer to me as 'weak' or 'short'. The way I see it, great things come in small packages. After a while everyone is down, and someone asks me.
"So Lydia, what house do you reckon you'll be in?"
I think a bit. I'm not really sure. "Oh, I don't really know. I'm not very brave though, so I probably won't be in Gryffindor." I say sadly. It is true, bravery is not one of the traits I possess.
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"Love you guys, see you soon!" Mum shouts as we wave out of the train window. I am sitting with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and a boy I have ben told is called Neville.
"Neville, this is Lydia. She is in our year, but is only starting now due to health issues." Ron explains.
"Oh, so this is your sister?" Neville says surprised. Me and Ron blush, because it is obvious we are not blood related.
"Yeah," Ron says casually. We obviously tell people I am adopted, but if Neville doesn't figure it out, he just won't know. I'm sick of being different, I just want to be normal. We are in the carriage with a teacher called RJ Lupin, who seems to be asleep. We all talk about the holidays, until something strange happens. The train stops, in the middle of the journey. Suddenly, the lights go out, and it grows cold. Then I grow sad, very sad. I see a hand on the door. I shrivelled hand, and that is the last thing I remember...
The moon is talking to me. Speaking to me. "Lydia.... Lydia.... Bad times come... Bad times come" I stare up at the sky, bathing in the light of the full moon. I miss my greatest friend, my only friend. The ruins around me, the evil man gone. I can hear Harry screaming next to me, but I can't move or speak, as much as I try. The strange green light it me, and it came out of that stick. I'm dead, the light killed me. So why can I think? I'm conscious, but looking down at my body, which is now being picked up by a big hairy guy with a motorbike. He places me in a basket and sets off. My mind, however, is getting higher, the moon is closer now, and I can feel it absorbing me. Is this what it feels like to be dead? Just as I think all hope is lost, in a flash, I fall back to the earth, into my own body. Someone is calling me, 'Lydia, Lydia,'
"LYDIA, LYDIA," I hear, awaking from the hallucinating, or memory, or dream.
"Are you ok?" Lupin says, handing me a piece of chocolate, which I gladly accept.
"Wh What that th thing?" I stammer.
"A dementor. You and Harry seem to have reacted badly." He says to us. I look at Harry and see that he is just sitting up from the ground as well. When Professor Lupin leaves, I talk to Harry, who is the only person I completely trust. More even then my siblings, even though I only met Harry two years ago. Harry and I were found together, and we both lost our parents at the same time.
"Harry, I had a memory," I tell him.
"Really!" He asks excitedly.
"I think it was a memory, but it was weird," I mutter. I suddenly feel weird, and I completely forget what it was.
"Oh, it doesn't matter," I say annoyed. As we go back to our carriage, I know that the memory was important, I just can't remember what it was.
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