Harry Learns to Loves.
Chapter One- Chapter three
Harry had changed over the summer.
Firstly, Harry no longer wore glasses, well sort of. He wore a monocle. He bought it while shopping with Dudley perhaps and fell instantly in love with it. He also shaved his head after a brief stint as monk and also got a large tattoo on his... front. It was of an elm tree. Harry loved trees. And the trees loved him.
Harry was walking through the crowd that had gathered at King's Cross Station. He made his way to the barrier of Platform 9 and 3/4, anxious to catch the train and begin his 8th year of Hogwarts. Ordinarily there are only 7 years in Hogwarts but Hogwarts had recently began a... let's say.. art program for students who had completed their 7th year. Also all the other year levels had been cancelled. Those lucky children were now being educated at Friendly Albert's Magic School and Safe Injecting rooms.
Harry glanced at his watch. It was 5 minutes to 11:00am. As he neared the barrier he began to whistle a jaunty tune, and as non-chalantly as he could he passed though the barrier.
The train to Hogwarts had changed. Instead of a large train, with undoubtably enough compartments for a whole year group to sit comfortably without having to share compartments with an arch-nemisis, there was a miniature version of the Hogwarts Express. Harry heaved his luggage up the steps to the train and set off to find an empty compartment. Even though the train was significantly smaller, the compartments seemed to be twice as large. To Harry's horror, and secret delight, instead of the comfortable benchseats that one usually would find in the Hogwarts Express there laid only a large bed, shaped like a heart, surrounded by floating candles. Harry sure hoped he wouldn't have to share a compartment with an arch-nemisis.
Harry stowed his luggage in the luggage rack and sat down on the bed. It was comfortable. Harry was quite exhausted, which was understandable, he had walked all the way to King's Cross from his Uncle's house, so he had been walking for the last couple days. He laid down and felt the train begin to move. His journey back to Hogwarts had begun.
Harry had killed Voldemort last year. He spent all year training and learning new magic, when in the end a simple vision of Voldemort watching Ready Steady Cook would spell his demise. All Harry had to do was challange Voldemort to a cook-off and plant a small bomb in his wok. It had been the greatest day of his life. Not only had he won the cook-off but the plan went off without a hitch. It was actually Ron's plan, and the bomb had been Hermione's stroke of genius. Harry's thoughts drifted to Ron and Hermione.
Shortly after the death of Voldemort, Ron and Hermione moved to Jamaica and started an Alpaca farm. Harry still wasn't quite sure why they had done something so completely sudden and out of character, but he was happy that they were together and they seemed to be enjoying their lives. Harry let out a sigh of content, as the compartment door rattled open.
"Hello Potter", drawled a voice by the door.
Harry turned to see none other that Draco Malfoy standing there, his arms dragged down by luggage.
'Oh Great', Harry thought to himself, 'Now I have to share my compartment with my arch-nemisis, would could have predicted that?'