Hogwarts Year 7 (Again)

I finally wrote my very first Harry Potter fanfic! It's really more of a sketch because it's so short. I finally realized how good J. K. Rowling is because I found this quite difficult to write, and it turned out no where near as good as the books. But it does show fairly accurately how I interperet the characters, which has always been a bit different. I hope you enjoy it!


The boundary between platforms nine and ten was receiving extra attention today, which was noticed by a few of the more observant Muggles. Every fall and every winter, the area would be cluttered by the oddest-looking children and their parents, and yet they never boarded any trains. They just vanished as if by magic.

As the clock neared eleven on this fall day, only two stragglers were left by the barrier. They were joined by another, who had just finished hugging her parents.

“What,” asked the tallest of the three, “are you going to do without us?”

“Well Ron, I will miss you, and Harry too,” she said, indicating the shorter boy. “But it’s not like I’ll need either of you while preparing for my N.E.W.T.s. To be honest, you never were much of a help in studying.”

“Thanks a lot Hermione,” said Harry. “But you’re right. You’ll go much faster without spending half your time fussing over our homework habits.”

Hermione gave a little sob. “Oh, but I wish you two would come. Things just won’t be the same.”

Ron smiled. “You know I couldn’t go back after all we’ve been through. I tried once already, and that didn’t work out.” He patted his pocket, which held the Deluminator: his greatest treasure. “I never saw much use for N.E.W.T.s anyway, but I know they’re important to you, and well…good luck.”

Hermione ran over and hugged Ron, knocking him slightly off-balance. “I love you, Ron,” she said.

“Well, don’t forget that while you’re gone. I don’t want you coming back with some sixth year boy or something.”

Hermione laughed and broke away. “You don’t have to worry about that.” She turned to Harry. “Try and stay out of trouble, okay?”

“You know me,” he said with a smile, reaching out to give Hermione a hug, which earned him a glare from Ron. “You’ll be brilliant.”

Hermione stepped away and picked up her trunk. She glanced at the barrier, then turned back. “You’ll write won’t you?”

“Of course we will,” said Harry.

Hermione gave one last smile and walked away, picking up speed until she vanished behind the barrier. Harry and Ron stared at it, a symbol of a world they no longer belonged to.

“What are we doing out here?” asked Ron. “Let’s go wave good-bye.”

They ran through the barrier onto the platform. The Hogwarts Express was bellowing out steam and hissing at it started to move down the track.

“There she is,” said Harry. Hermione had just entered the train near the back and shut the door. Moments later, her head peered out of one of the windows. She smiled when she saw Harry and Ron and wiped away the tear that was crawling down her cheek.

They waved until they could see the train no longer.