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HARRY POV
All he asked for was an hour of sleep, but I guess that's not possible. The combination of Ron's snoring, and constant kicking, and the excitement of his sixth year of Hogwarts beginning in just a few hours had kept harry awake for quite a long time. He'd taken a few short naps, but would awaken minutes later, sometimes because Ron had kicked him, or Ron's arm had flopped onto his face and hit him in the nose.
Harry decided there was no reason in lying in bed for another hour, and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He slowly crept along the hallway and down the stairs.
Soft morning light drifted through the windows, and the only sounds were those of his footsteps on the old floorboards, along with that of his own breath, which was warm and comforting, with the dreamlike smell of morning. Harry dropped down onto the pillows of the couch. He sighed, feeling a bit lonely as he waited for everyone else to open their eyes.
Ginny was first. She trudged noisily down the stairs and gave a loud, big yawn without covering her mouth. "Good morning Ginny." Harry said, surprising her, and making her blush.
"You didn't just see that did you?" She asked biting her lip.
"See what?" Harry smiled and winked at her. She grinned at him from the stairs, and wandered to the kitchen.
Slowly, the contents of the burrow began to slowly make their way down the winding staircase; like Dementors slowly approaching they're prey. Finally, called for breakfast. Everyone but and his wife were slouched in their chairs. The two adults were giving each other looks, and hopped around like they expected a bomb to go off. looked more excited than his wife. Like there was a present. Molly looked like she was ready to either cry, or punch someone. Harry kept his distance. They obviously knew something they weren't going to share, and Harry was bent on finding out what it was. But the look on 's face was enough to veto the idea. Oh well.
Harry made his way towards the back of the train, trying to find a few empty seats, so he could sit with Ron and Hermione. The only seats left were across from 3 other kids, two guys and a girl, but it wasn't like there was anywhere else to sit, so the golden trio took it. The Kids were all black haired, and had similar noses. They're lip shape was also somewhat similar. That, however, was where the similarities ended. The first kid had black eyes so his pupil was invisible. He was thin, pale short, and obviously the youngest, looking somewhere around 13. He was wearing a black skull t-shirt with a matching skull ring, Black skinny jeans, and a permanent looking scowl. The guy next to him was built like a leader, tall and muscular, but was passed out and drooling on the girls shoulder. He had black hair that was swept over closed eyes. He looked relaxed and vulnerable, looking super normal in his orange shirt and loose jeans. He looked closer to the age of 16. The girl on his other side of him was pretty, but fierce. She was texting on a phone covered in blue rhinestones and the picture of a lightning bolt. She wore black eye liner, and a few silver necklaces, along with a nose ring. She wore a death to Barbie shirt, and a leather jacket. Her jeans were dark, and she wore sparkly silver converse. She seemed the same age as Mr. Drool a-lot.
"Erm… hey, uh, can we sit here?" Harry asked. The girl popped her gum and the Goth looked up at him and nodded vaguely. The golden trio took their seats, feeling uncomfortable. "So, uh, what's your name?" Harry asked lamely. Goth nodded, still watching them, as if he thought they were going to do something bad.
"I'm Nico." He said finally. "He pointed to the sleeping dude. "Percy," then he motioned to the girl. "That's Thalia. Don't worry about her. She's mean to everyone, and no one likes her much. Thalia reached across Percy and punched Nico in the arm without looking up. Nico complained and rubbed his arm. "Ow-"he glared at his cousin who looked up at him. Thalia then turned her electric blue glare to Harry and his friends, making them feel a little awkward. He thought they were death eaters, obviously. They weren't from Hogwarts, and they had a certain aura of power that Harry wasn't sure meant good or evil, but immediately decided the unknown to be evil. He shared a look with Ron and could tell almost instantly that he had come to the same conclusion as Harry.
"Your names?" She asked.
Okay guys, this is my first fic, and I hope you enjoyed. I am aware of the fact that I most likely made a few mistakes, and I apologize in advance for them. Please comment and tell me how you felt about it! Constructive criticism welcome, just please be nice about it. Thanks!