Harry Potter One-Shots

Green Eyes (Harry Potter)

WORD COUNT: 759

This is it. Today's the day! I grabbed my trunk, lugging it out of the taxi and into the train station. My mother and father came in with me to walk me to the platform. In my right hand, I clutched my journal. In my left hand, I held my ticket for the Hogwarts Express. Platform 9 ¾... when my older brother left for school, my parents didn't let me come to the station to see him off, so this would be my first time seeing it! I could feel my heart pounding in my chest with excitement. I took a deep breath and ran through the platform, my parents following not long after. I kissed them goodbye, waved, promised to write every weekend, and then turned and headed toward the train.

I looked over my shoulder to see if my parents had run back through the wall yet to give them one final wave, but instead I locked eyes with a small boy with dark hair, glasses, and the most striking green eyes I had ever seen. I couldn't help but stare for a minute... he was so cute! I looked away quickly, blushing.

"Great," I muttered to myself. "Now he thinks I'm a creep."

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I sat on the uncomfortable wooden stool and Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on my head. It slipped down to cover my eyes, and I heard a little voice whisper in my ear.

"Hmm, another Y/L/N... I believe your brother is a Hufflepuff? I could see you doing well there; you have a kind soul. But, I've rarely encountered a first year with such a deep knowledge of spells at such a young age... maybe you're meant to be a Ravenclaw? No no, let me think. You're ambitious. You want to be the Minister of Magic? Then perhaps Slytherin will suit you best. Oh ho! What's this then? I'm sensing Gryffindor in you as well. Hmmm... a complicated case. I think I'll have to go with... Y/H/N!"

I smiled widely as Professor McGonagall pulled the hat off my head, smiled at me, and directed me to my table, where a group of students was whooping and cheering loudly. I went and sat down next to a girl I had met on the train, and she offered me a smile and a soft "Congratulations, I'm glad you got Sorted here too."

"Harry Potter," called Professor McGonagall, and immediately the entire hall went silent. Harry Potter was at Hogwarts? The Boy Who Lived? In the silence, his footsteps echoed like thunder claps, and up walked the same boy I had seen at the train station! I felt my eyes go wide. He sat uncomfortably on the stool and McGonagall slipped the Hat onto his head as well. As soon as the Hat was on, the whole hall erupted in whispers.

"Better be... GRYFFINDOR!" the Hat yelled finally. The Hall was immediately overcome with thunderous cheers. As Harry stood up and made his way to the table, he surveyed the room, and I felt our eyes lock. I couldn't break the eye contact, feeling lost in his green eyes as if I was looking at his soul. Did he smile a little bit? I couldn't tell. My heart was thumping in my chest.

Harry turned and sat at his table and I took in a deep gasp, not realizing I had been holding my breath.

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Gripping my schedule in my hand, I headed down the hall toward my History of Magic classroom. My bag full of books, parchment, and ink bumped gently against my left leg with every step I took. Eventually, I found the correct door and pushed it open.

Great, I thought to myself. I'm the first one here. I picked a seat in the middle of the classroom, off toward the right side. I sat down and began to pull out my supplies and place them gently on my desk. I heard the door creak open and a lone pair of footfalls enter the room. I didn't bother to turn, since I felt awkward enough already being the first one in the classroom. The person walked right up to my desk and sat directly next to me.

I looked up to smile and greet the person and instead found myself locked into an intense stare with the familiar green eyes. I was speechless, staring into those eyes. We held eye contact for what felt like an eternity, but it was broken by a soft voice.

"Hi, I'm Harry."