This is my first fic so... Here goes nothing!
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) own nothing except my plotline. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Onward!
The train's soft rumble slowly lulled Harry to sleep as views of the Scottish countryside flew by through the compartment's window. Harry smiled slightly as he realized, right before falling asleep, that he was finally coming back home.
"Think he's feeling alright?" Hermione asked, concerned. Harry had just fallen asleep, which was surprising- usually on the train to Hogwarts, he was ecstatic to get back to school (that and the sugar high from chocolate frogs was always enough to keep him awake).
"Maybe all your talk of studying put him to sleep, 'Mione. Merlin knows you probably spent the whole summer reading," Ron snickered, shoving another Cauldron Cake in his mouth.
Hermione rolled her eyes at the boy's teasing, then wrinkled her nose at his disgusting eating habits. "You know, Ron, you should really eat less. You just about bought half the sweets from the trolley," she said in a mocking tone. Then Hermione sobered up a bit. "But really, do you think Harry's feeling alright?"
Ron frowned, looking hard at his best mate, who was currently snoring softly. "I hope his summer wasn't too bad. Think his relatives fed him enough?" Both Hermione and Ron knew the answer to that question, although neither admitted the truth. Instead, they talked of quidditch and spells. Neither mentioned what they thought happened at Harry's summer, but the thought still lingered over their train compartment, a dark cloud of sadness.
"Wake up, Harry! You've got to change into your robes!" Ron said, roughly shaking the boy awake.
Harry woke with a start, slamming his back into the compartment's wall. "Ughhhhhhhhhhh...really, Ron, couldn't you have been a bit more gentle?" Hermione frowned from the other side of their compartment, giving Harry a calculating look. She was a bit disturbed by his flinching when Ron had shaken him.
"Merlin's beard, Hermione, you're gonna stare a hole straight through his head!" Ron said, noticing his friend's look at Harry.
Harry laughed, a true smile lighting up his tired face, and Hermione didn't have the heart to reprimand Ron. Harry had seemed a bit off so far on the train, so both Ron and Hermione were happy to see him smile.
A/N: Don't kill me for the tiny chapter! I promise they'll start getting longer the more I get the hang of writing this fic. Next up, first years get sorted and the opening feast!
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