(FIrst Year) Dawn's Point of View

"Now if any kids are mean write straight away." Mum said and I rolled my eyes before signing, I'll be fine Mum. Love you always. You too Dad. "OF course, David." Dad said distractedly, not even looking at me after Mum told him what I said.

"best be off now. The train leaves soon." I grinned and hugged my Mum before running onto the train. I finally found an open compartment and sat down, pu;lling ym parchment and quill from the little bag I always carried.

I made some minor doodles, waiting for the train to depart from the station. I'm going to a school for young witches and wizards, like myself, called Hogwarts. Mum went there and she had a great time. My dad though is a Muggle, he isn't magical.

HE almost left us when I showed off my magic abilities. He even tried to make my mom get rid of me when I didn't cry at birth. I had to be kept a special eye on and my Dad wasn't that comitted.

My Mum always showered me with affection since she worried about my well-being. A knock made me look up from my musing to see a boy my age with bright red hair. "Can I join you?" I grinned and started to sign, Sure! I haven't anyone else so feel free.

HE watched my hands in confusion. "Why not just talk? It's not impossible." He inquired making me jump up and leave the compartment in tears. Talk about insensitive! I locked myself into the washroom and silently cried for half the trip.

"Hello? Can I come in?" I blinked nad quickly unlocked the door, hiding my puffy eyes. "Hi, um, I figured I'd check on since I saw you run in hear a whille ago." They trailed off once they didn't see me.

I sighed silently and stepped out from behind the door. "Oh there you are! I'm Hermione Gra- what happened?" I blinked at the bushy-hhaired girl in front of me. I grabbed my parchment and quill, Some ginger was rude and hurt my feelings....

"I'm sorry. I guess you're mute? If you want you can help me look for a toad.... A kid named Neville lost him." I nodded with a small smile and we left the washroom. We passed a compartment that held a boy with black hair and another boy with ginger hair.

I glared at the latter as we passed. Annoying ginger.