( A/N: All characters in this story, and the story line belong to J/K Rowling. This is a fic where Harry, Ron, and Hermione are on the train ride home from their 7th year at hogwarts. See what happens).
Good bye, Hogwarts part 1
Well, this is it, Harry thought as he took his last look at Hogwarts before going on the train that would take him to the dursleys house. It was a cold day, and the sky was dark and stormy. With a last goodbye to Hagrid, he bordered the train that would take him away from his favorite thing in the world. He, and his two other 7th year friends, Ron and Hermione, found a spare compartment, and sat down in their soggy robes. They all sighed, they were too depressed to speak. Suddenly, Hermione said, "Hey, guys, why are we all so sad? This is the last time we'll see each other for a while!" Harry and Ron nodded. All three began to speak. Finally, Ron said, "you know, we have had a lot of adventures together. It's kind of funny. I mean, what if Harry had decided to join up with Draco?" They all laughed, but Harry wondered what it would be like. Harry then said, "this is what would happen".
While hagrid was waited outside, I went into this clothing shop. There was this pale boy there. He kept talking about Magic, and Hogwarts, and his family's bloodline. I dunno, I actually kind of liked him. I told him my name was Harry Potter. Then he did something many people had done to me. He stared at my scar. It seemed that something registered inside of him. He instantly asked to be friends. Seeing as I had no friends in the wizarding world, I accepted. We shook hands. I left the shop and after a while longer with Hagrid, I went back home.
The day came, uncle Vernon drove me to the train station. Where was platform 9 and ¾? They left me, laughing. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I walked over to platform 9 and 10. Then I saw a bunch of red heads. The one that appeared to be the mother helped me get through. It turned out that you had to run through the wall. However, I didn't talk to the red head boy whose name was Ron. I instead went out to find where The pale faced kid was.
I found him. Too heavyset kids, whose names were Crabbe and Goyle, flanked him. They were rather ugly, but that was not important. I realized that I did not now the pale kid's name. I asked him. His name was Draco. The four of us went into a compartment where Ron was sitting. It appeared that Draco knew him, as he started to make fun of him. "What ugly robes. What, got no money, weasley? Oh, that's right, your dad is too pour to buy you anything. And look at that Dinky rat. Can't you do anything better than that?"
I knew that the kid was really un-happy. It looked like he was holding back tears. I didn't join in, but I didn't leave. What could I do? I now knew, I was in for a long ride.
Well, that is part one of my story. Please review, and hopefully, I can start a new part. Bye.
Good bye, Hogwarts part 1
Well, this is it, Harry thought as he took his last look at Hogwarts before going on the train that would take him to the dursleys house. It was a cold day, and the sky was dark and stormy. With a last goodbye to Hagrid, he bordered the train that would take him away from his favorite thing in the world. He, and his two other 7th year friends, Ron and Hermione, found a spare compartment, and sat down in their soggy robes. They all sighed, they were too depressed to speak. Suddenly, Hermione said, "Hey, guys, why are we all so sad? This is the last time we'll see each other for a while!" Harry and Ron nodded. All three began to speak. Finally, Ron said, "you know, we have had a lot of adventures together. It's kind of funny. I mean, what if Harry had decided to join up with Draco?" They all laughed, but Harry wondered what it would be like. Harry then said, "this is what would happen".
While hagrid was waited outside, I went into this clothing shop. There was this pale boy there. He kept talking about Magic, and Hogwarts, and his family's bloodline. I dunno, I actually kind of liked him. I told him my name was Harry Potter. Then he did something many people had done to me. He stared at my scar. It seemed that something registered inside of him. He instantly asked to be friends. Seeing as I had no friends in the wizarding world, I accepted. We shook hands. I left the shop and after a while longer with Hagrid, I went back home.
The day came, uncle Vernon drove me to the train station. Where was platform 9 and ¾? They left me, laughing. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I walked over to platform 9 and 10. Then I saw a bunch of red heads. The one that appeared to be the mother helped me get through. It turned out that you had to run through the wall. However, I didn't talk to the red head boy whose name was Ron. I instead went out to find where The pale faced kid was.
I found him. Too heavyset kids, whose names were Crabbe and Goyle, flanked him. They were rather ugly, but that was not important. I realized that I did not now the pale kid's name. I asked him. His name was Draco. The four of us went into a compartment where Ron was sitting. It appeared that Draco knew him, as he started to make fun of him. "What ugly robes. What, got no money, weasley? Oh, that's right, your dad is too pour to buy you anything. And look at that Dinky rat. Can't you do anything better than that?"
I knew that the kid was really un-happy. It looked like he was holding back tears. I didn't join in, but I didn't leave. What could I do? I now knew, I was in for a long ride.
Well, that is part one of my story. Please review, and hopefully, I can start a new part. Bye.