A/N: So each chapter will be based off a quote, I hope you all enjoy it(:
~opposites
"It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily, "and its freezing. However," he said brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake in a while."
~Eeyore
Theo looked out the train window, and at the crowds of people bidding good byes. The train was about to depart from the station, and his family might be the only one that wasn't there to see their kids off. He had come back to make up his last year, just like many others. Everyone wanted some normalcy after the war, and only very few wouldn't receive it. And those were basically the Slytherins who hadn't of joined Voldemort. He had been shut out from his own house's compartments, and he didn't dare try any of the other houses. Who knew what they would do to him. He was alone, and maybe he deserved it. Even his parents were distant, the only thing he knew about them were that they had dark black hair, lavender eyes, and he only knew that because those were the few traits he inherited.
"Hello Nott." A voice greeted. Theo turned and looked at the open door, immediately hiding the shock from his face. It was Hermione Granger, her hair the same brown color, only a lot less bushy. He gave a quick nod in reply. "Do you mind if my friends and I sit with you?" She asked, brushing a curly strand of hair from her face. He didn't know whether or not to say yes. He wanted to be able to think without the worry of people reading his face, but he didn't want to be alone either, not really.
"Sure." And he was rewarded with a warm smile. His gaze followed her as she sat down and took out a rather battered book from her small purse. He smirked, she had put an expendable charm on it, what a know it all. He watched her face as she read, a small smile and dancing eyes. How did she look so peaceful? How had she managed to cope with everything after the war? He was sure that with her being Potter's friend, she had faced worse than most. "Granger?" He whispered, not sure if he actually wanted her to hear him or not. Her gaze met his, and her eyebrow rose a bit. "How are you…" He paused, uncertain.
"Like I am?" She answered for him. He nodded his head, careful to hide his relief. She gave another small smile and looked out the window. "It's raining still, and it's freezing….. However," She continued, her hazel eyes bore into his, "We haven't had an earthquake in a while." And in that moment, even with the commotion of Potter, Weasel, Loony, and Weaselette entering the compartment, he understood her. Even with everyone mourning, everyone recovering, and the drama going on now, the worst had already happened. The disaster was already over; it was all easy compared to Voldemort, no matter how big it seemed at the moment. He smiled in return, a bit surprised at himself for doing so, and quickly looked back out the window, careful to not let Potter or the others see him. But he knew Hermione had, and that was all that mattered as she got up to hug her friends.