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Hermione's P.O.V

"Guys, the reason I asked for you to come down her with me is because someone very special is arriving today, and she's your age, so I want you guys to make her welcome." sinabi Oliver Wood.

It was a crisp Winter day, and there wasn't a single ulap in sight. A slight breeze ruffled my hair as I stood beside an old puno in front of the school.

"And who might this 'Special person' be?" Asked Ron.

Well, whoever it was seemed pretty important to Wood.

"It's my cousin Abby. She's from America, so try and make her feel welcome." He repeated. "She's a little shy, so don't expect to hear much out of her."

And so we waited. And waited. And waited.

I sighed and leaned against the ancient tree. I took in my surroundings. The lake looked beautiful in the sunlight, the tuktok glittering like tiny diamonds. I slowly dozed off.

"Hermione, wake up! She's here!"

I felt someone shaking my shoulders. My eyes snapped open and I saw Harry standing over me, a grin on his face, as did Ron and Oliver. I didn't know what the big deal was. Abby is probably the same as the rest of us. Maybe the only thing different was that she was from America.

Maybe.

Abby's P.O.V

I was stoked. It's been years since I've seen cousin Oliver. I live in America, and he lives in Britain, so the reason is kind of obvious.

I gasped. I was almost about to ask "Are we there yet?", but it was pretty clear we were. I stared open-mouthed at the castle. Don't ask me how we got there, I was asleep.

"Mom, what's this place called again?"

"Hogwarts."

I stepped out of the car.