For the Love of a Wizard (A George Weasley fan fiction)

Part One

Part One

That had been exactly three years ago, the year that I had begun attending Hogwarts. I was a witch, something that I had thought, up until that point, was something for fairytales, you know, the haggard old women who cooked up potions and cast spells on unfortunate souls. My perspective on them turned out to be completely wrong.

Now in my fourth year at the school, I had made a few friends and learned some very important facts about my life. First of all, my parents didn't die in a train wreck, which was the story I had been told since I was old enough to understand that my parents were gone. Rather, they had been killed by a murderous wizard, who's name was not to be spoken aloud, just shortly before he was put to an end by a remarkable child, a boy named Harry Potter. What was even more astounding was that he was about the same age as me and happened to be in the same year of school as me. What a coincidence.

Secondly, I was placed in the house of Ravenclaw. My first year, I rarely talked to anyone, although about halfway through the second term, a boy named Neville Longbottom, a Gryffindor, began speaking to me on a regular basis. We wrote each other over the summer holiday as I spent my time holed up in my adopted parents' house. I didn't much care for them or their bratty daughter, so Neville's letters seemed to be my only line of sanity that summer.

The next year, I met a first-year named Luna Lovegood. She was quite off, compared to most of the students, but she was in my house, and I took her under my wing like a good Ravenclaw, so to speak. We became fast friends and soon spent almost too much time together. The only time we were separated was really during our classes, which turned out to be most of the day. During the summer holiday the following year, I visited her a couple of times, each visit being at least a week long, and I got to know her eccentric father.

My third year at Hogwarts was by far the best of the three. I spent a lot of time with Luna and Neville, who had also begun to become friends, most likely because I had introduced them. Neville and I studied together, while I discussed things like Nargles and Wrackspurts with Luna whenever I got the chance.

During my three years at Hogwarts, I heard many things that Harry Potter did, saving this person and killing that villain, but I never did get to know him. Neville said that he was friends with Harry, but I never asked to meet him. I was content with my two friends and the few acquaintances I had as well.

Now, I sat by my window in the large house that I stayed in during the summer holidays, thinking of the memories I had made in my first three years. There were knots of excitement in my stomach now because tomorrow was the day that my adopted parents, Steve and Sarah, would take me to the train station where I would board the Hogwarts Express at platform nine and three-quarters. Tomorrow would be the beginning of another year at Hogwarts and another year full of surprises.

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Note: 

Hey guys, I know this wasn't one of my longer parts, but I needed to get some backstory in for you. The next part is longer, I promise! :) 

~~~Majic