Disclaimer: This work is in no way associated with J K Rowling. All recognisable characters and places belong to J K Rowling. This was written purely for my enjoyment, I am making no money from this story. No infringement is intended.
A/N: This is a story set in Harry's fifth year, when a student from across the Atlantic transfers to Hogwarts. Be nice, this is my first fanfiction.
Chapter One - Dragons and Weasels
Platform 9 ¾ - Harry
"...and all three of you, please try and stay out of trouble," Mrs. Weasly finishes with an exasperated sigh.
"Yes Mrs. Weasley," I respond at the same time as Ron, Ginny and the Twins mumble out a united, "Yes, Mom."
"Well," She said, "you five had better get going or you will miss the train."
I mumble a quick, "Goodbye," and hoping to avoid one of Mrs. Weasley's hugs, hurry through the barrier. One of these days she is going to kill someone with one of her hugs.
Ron soon joins me and we quickly make our way to the train. I try to ignore the stares that I attract as we cross the platform. Several girls point and giggle as I pass and a few actually blush. Blush, its not like i'm walking around naked or something, I wonder if it has always been this bad.
Just as I board the train I am assaulted by the brown haired missile, also known as Hermione, whose mouth is running a mile a minute when she reaches me, "OhHarry, Imissedyousomuch,itssonicetose-"
"Whoa, Hermione, slow down," I said holding up my hands in surrender, "I have trouble understanding you at normal speed," I finish with a smirk.
She pulls away to arms length and smacks me on the arm, "Jerk, I just missed you Harry," she said with a quick laugh.
Ahem.
"Oh, sorry Ron, Its good to see you to," Hermione quickly sputters out as she pulls away from me and her face turns a bright red. She then crosses her arms and said, "Well come on, Ronald, we have to get to the prefects meeting."
I start running down the corridor, to avoid getting dragged into one of their fights. Just before I leave the car I yell over my shoulder, "I'll save you two spots in one if the compartments."
Back of the Express - Harry
"All the compartment have other people in them. All of them," I mumble, a little shocked as I reach the last compartment. I scan its interior quickly and with a mental yell of 'empty' I slip quickly into the compartment.
The first thing I realized once I was fully inside if the compartment is that no the compartment isn't empty. The second thing I realize is that the person who was already in the compartment is balled against the wall, sleeping.
Of course I was lifting my trunk into the baggage compartment just as I noticed the sleeper…
Crash.
"Oh, bloody-" I start to curse but stop myself in an attempt to, not disturb the sleeper any more than I already had. I start to slowly back out of the compartment when I realised something…
The sleeper was still sleeping.
A second long look yields a bit more information. The sleeper is wearing an expensive looking black cloak, that covers over its face. The cloak covers over a white muscle shirt, black cargo pants and black steel toed boots. The sleeper has a dagger- What what? Damn, that is a nice blade, it looks like it was carved out of a tooth.
I mentally shrug. Oh well, if he wants a dagger its his business. I take a seat opposite him and pull out my defence text book, I might as well get started on my reading. Maybe it will get hermione off my back for a while.
Back of the Express - Hermione
"Come on Ron," I said in exasperation as I drag him along, "Harry must have just sat at the back."
"Couldn't he have found a seat nearer the front," Ron whins, "or maybe they should make the Express shorter."
"Honestly Ronald," I hiss as we reach the last compartment, " If they make the Express any shorter… HARRY," I squeal and run into the compartment."
"Shhh," Harry hisses as he puts his finger to his lips and then points them to the corner of the compartment…
"Oh," I whisper, "Harry are you reading ahead." I whisper in a more excited tone.
"Ya, I didn't have anything else to do so…" He trails off, "let me help you with that." He whispers as he take my trunk and lifts it, slowly, into the baggage compartment.
The three of us settle into the compartment and start to discuss our summer, quietly, of course, but all good things seem to come to an end then you are part of a plot and we are interrupted by a very good friend and his escort.
"Malfoy," Harry spits out.
"Potter, Weasel, Mudblood," Malfoy responds with a smirk.
Ron jumps up, "You can't talk to Hermione like that." He shouts. Ron you idiot.
"And what are you going to do about in Weasel," Malfoy challenges.
"I- I'll- Uh-" Ron stammers out.
"Ron just shut up," I whisper fiercely. Please just shut up…
"So Weasel do you take orders from the Mud- Ahhh," Malfoy screams as a dagger suddenly slices his wand in half and slammed into the wall.
A cold voice rings out, "I would appreciate it if you would quit calling this beautiful Lady," I blush at that. I'm not beautiful, am I? "such an awful name. I would also appreciate if you would leave my presence, Draco Lucius Malfoy, you disgust me."
Malfoy and his posse flee out compartment at a run. The speaker gets up, closes the compartment door, and pulls his dagger out of the wall.
He turns to me and bows, "I am incredibly sorry m'lady, it seems as if some British Purebloods, forget their place," He then reached forward, gently takes my hand and kisses it, before curling up on the seat and going back to sleep as if nothing had happened.
The last Compartment - Harry
I just sat and stared.
"Hey," Ron suddenly shouted at the boy, "you can't just steal a girl like that." Hermione gasps and smackes Ron.
"Ron, I don't see how I can be stolen because I don't belong to anyone."
"But I- I- I love you, Herms," Ron stutters out.
Slap.
"You are a chauvinist bastard, Ronald Weasley, if you think you own me
just because you love me then- then we are over," Hermione screams at Ron, she turns to me and said, "I'll talk to you later Harry," and then she walks over to the boy and whispers, "thank you for-"
"Its alright," the boy stands up and lifts up his hood with a flourish, "the name is Markus."
"Markus Deivus"
The last Compartment - Hermione
"Its alright," the boy stands up and lifts up his hood with a flourish, "the name is Markus."
"Markus Deivus."
For a moment I was frozen in place. He wasn't a top rate boy I the looks department or anything. His hair was black and gelled back in a flow, he had a large square stud in his left earlobe and he had tanned skin with too many worry lines. But that made me stop and pause for a second were his eyes.
Markus' had eyes that were dark brown with flecks of gold in them and when he looked at me it was like he was weighing my soul. Suddenly his eyes flash to Ron and before I can even turn around Markus had drawn his wand and had it at Rons throat.
"Put your wand away," He whispers in a cold voice that betrays nothing, promises nothing…
Ron complies quickly and turns to me and offers his arm, "M'lady, if it pleases you would you walk with me." His eyes weighing… measuring…
"Yes," I squeak, and then in my most dignified voice, "I would be honoured."
He smiles slightly and I take his arm when I heard that word.
"Mudblood whore."
The last Compartment - Harry
I spin on Ron, "You bas-" I manage to get out before Markus' dagger slices through the front of Rons robes and the tip if his wand.
The redhead screams "You will pay- Urk," in a second Markus grabs his throat and slams his head into the wall.
Markus grabs the tip of Rons wand and the tip of Malfoys wand, that was still were it had fallen. He then conjures a fine golden chair and strings the wand tips onto it and presents it to Hermione, "Will you accept this until I can get you a real golden chain?"
When she nodded, he fastened it around her neck and then turns to me.
"So are you going to stick with your friend or are you going to betray her to," Markus questions me as he puts his wand away.
"I would never betray Hermione," I respond with as much righteous anger as I could muster.
"Thats good, I would rather not have be beat up Harry Potter on my first day in Britain," He responds and then smiles slightly, "will you help me drag this idiot out of the compartment and wake him up," he questions.
"Sure," I answer quickly. I look at Hermione and see she is looking at Markus with shock, embarrassment and maybe just a little love.
Dealing with Ron wasn't to bad, we dragged him out into the corridor and Markus Rennervateed Ron. He yelled at me for a bit and called me a traitor and the made to go past us and back into the compartment. I hit him with a stinging hex and he ran off.
"Thanks for protecting Hermione," I said just before I left, to search for somewhere else to sit, and to try and get our story out.
"Sure," He responds, "Do you like her, Eh," he questions just as I am about to leave the compartment.
"Ya, like a sister," I respond and his small smile, for a moment, becomes a huge grin.
I thought that as I was closing the compartment door I hear him whisper, "Good," but he can't be into Hermione, he only just met her.