Parcels
Disclaimer: I just daydream of owning these characters, J.K. Rowling has the reality
As the frustrated guard walked away Harry couldn't help but begin to panic, after all if he didn't get on the train he would be stranded here. Just as he began to wonder if that Hagrid character had just been pulling his leg he saw three, very refined blonde people walk towards where he was. One man, one woman, and one boy who looked to be about his age, they were all in what was very obviously Wizarding robes.
Harry watched as they crossed to the wall between Platforms 9 and 10, it appeared as though all they did was walk right through a brick wall. The confused boy decided that he was out of options, so though he felt completely mad doing it he started walking right at the wall. Just when the front of the trolley should have hit solid brick it went through.
Harry kept walking, and suddenly he was standing in the midst of owls, trunks, and a whole crowd of people in either robes or the oddest assortment of non-magic clothes he had ever seen. As he got hold over his shock he glimpsed the blonde boy and his family talking near the entrance to the train. The dark haired boy decided that as soon as the family had finished talking he would go over and try to sit with the other boy on the train. After all, it wasn't as though he knew anyone else here, might as well sit with one he somewhat recognized.
Moments later the boy took his trunk and owl and disappeared into the train. Harry then snatched his own trunk, and let Hedwig out of her cage to sit on his shoulder, that seemed to be his preferred perch anyways. He then jogged to the train door; Harry strode down the hall, looking in the compartment windows as he went, trying to see the blonde he had been following. Near the middle of the train he finally saw what he had been looking for. The boy was sitting by the window, reading a book that looked to be for Potions.
"Would it be alright if I sat here with you?" Harry asked, pulling the compartment door open.
The boy looked for a moment as though he would turn Harry out, but then jerked his head, gesturing to for him to sit.
"My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy. You may sit here, however my friends should be arriving soon, just so you know." Harry began lifting his trunk to the racks above the seats, "What is your name?"
"I'm Harry, it's nice to meet you Draco." The raven-haired boy spoke.
A/N: Please R&R! No flames though!
-Vera Lux
