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Thank Goodness I'm leaving
thought Harry. Uncle Vernon had thankfully left him to get to the train by himself. Where are Hermione and Ron? They are usually here right on time. Oh, well. I'll get to platform 9 and ¾ and wait there for them. He leaned casually on the barrier between platform 9 and 10 and looked around. He spotted Hermione running toward him with an anxious look on her face. "What's wrong, he yelled to her. "Where is Ron? I though he was with you, or you were with him!" "No, Uncle Purple-face and Aunt Spying Branch wouldn't let me go this summer. They said I should stay home with Cousin Fat-Face" "Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "What? If you had to live with these people the rest of your life, you would call them names, too!" Whatever!" replied Hermione. Just then, the scarlet Hogwarts train blew its warning whistle. Harry looked at Hermione. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Yes. Lets go find a compartment and hope that Ron gets here on time.""Okay, but what if he doesn't get here?"
"Well, we'll have to send Mrs. Weasly an owl and ask where he is when we get to school."
"Okay."
The two of them walked down the hall to find a compartment. "Here's one," said Harry. "Is it empty? Oh, good, we won't have to share it," said Hermione. They started talking about who they thought was going to be the next Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher.
"Snape would be good for the job," said Harry.
"Harry! Of all people, YOU are admitting that Snape would be a good D.A.T.D.A teacher?! That's just crazy! Unless you aren't Harry!" Hermione looked suspiciously at him.
"What? you think that I'm going to take off my robes and show you that I'm really Malfoy the White Ferret? NOT REALLY! Listen to my reasoning. Last year we figured out that he was a death eater, right? Well, since he knows so much about it, that he would be able to teach us exactly how Defense against The Dark Arts should be done!"
"Ok, now I see your point. Good One!"
They were able to laugh heartily about that one for a while. Then they took out a book from their bags and read for a while; Hermione reading The Book of Spells, Grade 5, and Harry reading for the billionth time, Fantastic Beasts & Where To Find Them, by Newt Scamander. Suddenly, the door burst open and the two look up in fright. They see Ron muttering some not so nice things about Malfoy and his 'pals'.
"Well, hello to you to," said Hemione. "What was that all about?" But Ron didn't answer; he seemed too fixated on what he would do to Malfoy when he saw him. Harry hit him over the head with the book he was reading and Ron came out of his trance. "Wha………. Sorry, you guys. I was a little late, and so was Malfoy, and he pushed me out of the way onto the walk and I almost missed the train, but Mum helped me to get on the train on time. I was looking for you two when Malfoy attacked me again. So I did that curse thingy where all parts of your body get locked together on all three of them, and told them that if did anything like that again, I would……. I trailed off so that they would get scared." Ron stopped there, looking extremely proud of himself. Harry hit him a high five, but Hermione tsked at him. "Hermione, why can't you be glad that for once, Malfoy won't be bothering us?" Harry asked "Not while I know its only because he is scared of us!" "Well, too bad. Besides, you've given him a hard blow once or twice!" Ron said. Hermione blushed a bright pink. "That was cause – I mean it was – no, I – never mind. Okay, I'll admit it, I am glad not to have him around anymore." Hermione blushed even harder.