The Unexpected
A Fan Fiction by C Jazz
Disclaimer: If I owned the lovely Harry Potter Characters, why would I be writing fan fiction, and why would my name be C Jazz? HMM? Someone wanna answer that question for me? OK, so no more doubts that I am stealing these characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling and I am not she.
A/N: Hi, Everyone. I know, I know…. it's that crazy C Jazz girl starting another story. Yes, yes, it is. But really, does anyone really care? Nope, nope, nope. I am entertaining you after all, aren't I? Oh well. Oh, and by the way, if you get a chance, go to my new Harry Potter Discussion forum at: . Anyhowho, onto the entertainment!
~*~*~* Prologue: Nice To be Home*~*~*~
"Harry!" Ron shouted to me as I crossed the barrier to Platform 9 and ¾. He looked the same as ever, only slightly taller, and with quite a few more freckles than last year.
"Ron!" I yelled back, with the same sort of enthusiasm. It had been the longest we had ever been away from each other in our entire five years of knowing each other; two months. Dumbledore hadn't let me go to the Weasley's house at all. He seemed to think I was safer at my Aunt and Uncle's, much to my dismay.
"So how've you been, Harry?" Ron asked me after I fought my way though the mass of trunks and people on the platform. My mind immediately jumped to the end of last term, to the thoughts that had been dominating my mind and dreams. I thought of Voldemort, of Cedric. Cedric's death was my fault. My fault! And then there had been all those attacks over the summer that I had read of in the Daily Prophet articles. They talked about the evil in the Wizarding and Muggle worlds; about what Voldemort had done; what I had done.
I merely managed to look up at him and say, "I'm okay…" But he could tell from my eyes that my statement was not completely true, and chose not to push me further, at least for now.
"Well, come on then. Hermione is waiting for us on the train." Ron grabbed my trunk and helped me pull it onto the train. He took me down a few compartments to one close to the end of our car.
The door was slightly open, and I looked in to see Hermione and Ginny Weasley sitting inside, chatting unconcernedly. I was surprised that Ginny was there, but didn't ask. Ron pushed the door open the rest of the way, and said, "Look who I found!" proudly to Hermione. Hermione and Ron exchanged a look that I couldn't quite interpret. I managed a smile at Ginny, and Hermione stood up to give me a hug.
Soon my trunk was stored, and the trip was underway. "So, how was your summer, Hermione?" I asked.
"Oh, it was wonderful. Our trip to France was really quite enjoyable. I did tell you that I was going, right?" She asked, seeing my confused face.
Oh yeah… "I remember you telling me you were going on a trip, but I had forgotten it was to France. Sorry…" I said stupidly.
"Oh," she said. "That's okay." Again, she and Ron exchanged that look.
"How were your summers, Ron, Ginny?" I asked.
"Mine was good. Did I tell you the Chudley Cannons won a match this summer? It was amazing! Caught the Snitch just seconds before falling off his broom…Won 180-160…"
"That's great, Ron," I said tiredly. I had only heard the recount about twenty five times in the twelve letters I had received from Ron over the summer, but I wasn't going to remind him of that. "How was your summer, Ginny?" I asked.
"It was good," Ginny said. It was funny how she was keeping her composure, much to my disbelief, considering she was all thumbs the last time I had seen her. "I didn't do much. Mostly avoided being attack…I mean being the victim…er…avoided being played a prank on by Fred and George…" She frowned, looking at her shoes as Ron glared at her. They are trying to avoid making me feel uncomfortable, I thought.
"You guys…" I started, "you really don't need to act like I am a bomb about to explode. I'm not, okay? I am fine. I am fine." I said, maybe a little too strongly. The three of them exchanged looks. Sure is nice to me home. I thought sarcastically.
End of Prologue
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