"Hello pets, any food?" asked the trolley lady of the Hogwarts express, only Hermione looked up.
"I guess we should," she said seriously, looking around for her purse. She found it, empty. She looked at the trolley lady guiltily.
"Sorry," she said hopelessly, the trolley lady nodded in understanding before pulling the compartment door closed behind her. Hermione sat down and resumed her picture of staring out the window.
"SOMEBODY SAY SOMETHING!" Ron suddenly burst out five minutes later, Hermione looked startled but Harry's face stayed hard.
"Ron I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood for talking…" Hermione trailed off.
"C'mon Hermione! Hogwarts isn't opening next year, it's time to get over the fact that you won't get to win that award you were hoping for!" Ron exploded. Hermione looked embarrassed.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she sniffed.
"Oh yes you do," Ron replied, "Remember when I got that detention? When I had to clean ALL the trophies in the trophy room, three times, with NO MAGIC!" he continued dramatically, "that's when I saw it," he paused for effect, "large and gold, with a little plaque in the middle of it saying, "best witch award," I asked yer man what it meant and he told me only the best witches or wizards win it, there's only been six winners to date," Ron concluded. Hermione turned bright red.
"Ah So I was spot on!" Ron chirped, feeling very cheerful.
"No!" Hermione squeaked, looking guilty. Harry stood up and looked at the two in utter disgust.
"Can you two get a room? Actually no, I'm leaving so don't worry yourselves," he muttered darkly before storming out.
"Now look what you did!" Hermione moaned. Ron narrowed his eyes.
"Me? Just me alone?" He questioned. Hermione nodded.
"His main father figure has just died EXACTLY a year after HIS GODFATHER died!" Hermione screeched. Ron looked down at the ground, his ears turning red.
"Was I really that bad?" Ron whispered. Hermione covered her face with her hands before answering.
"Ron, go find Harry," she said quietly. Ron rose and left the compartment, but as he closed the door he saw someone in the reflection glaring at him.
"Do you guys pity me?" Harry asked darkly. Ron looked alarmed, he'd never seen Harry this way.
"ANSWER ME!" Harry yelled. Ron wondered why Hermione didn't run to his side.
"H-H-harry c'mon now mate!" Ron shook. Suddenly Harry shook. A memory had unlocked, he remembered Quirrel.
"Harry, please don't take it the wrong way, we're your friends," Ron begged desperately. Suddenly Harry collapsed on the ground.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled, "HERMIONE GET HERE NOW!"