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Ah References
*Starts on the Hogwarts Train, after Harry meets Ron*
"Anything from the trolley dears?" an old lady lugging a cart behind her asked as she slid open the glass door.
Harry quickly stood, pulling out his moneybag. "Do you have any snickers'? Or possibly Twix bars?"
"Sneakers? Tw-what? Never heard of those. I do have Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans though." The cart lady said, confused.
"Never mind, I'll just take a cheese sandwich and water please." Paying ten bronze Knuts, Harry headed back into the compartment disappointed. The Dursley's had never let him have any sweets and he was hoping to finally be able to try the foods Dudley had been bragging about.
"That's all you bought? I thought that, being the boy-who-lived and all, you would have more pocket change to buy sweets and stuff." Ron said eyeing the cheese sandwich as he scarfed down his own. Harry was quite put off.
"Well excuse me for not wanting to fill my body with junk." Harry retorted, not caring that just a second ago he had been laminating about the lack of muggle candies on the trolley.
"Well you could of at least bought me something. They're all dry and I hate corned beef." The rude boy wined as he finished the last of his food.
"It sure doesn't look like you disliked them that much. You finished all four sandwiches in under three minutes." Harry was just plain irked now, he would of loved to have a mother who took the time to make him sandwiches. Before the red head had a chance to answer, a dark skinned boy with brown hair popped his head in.
"Do you mind if I sit hear? The place I was sitting before got over run with girls talking about how to put makeup on and they wanted to use me as a test subject." The brown-eyed boy asked.
"Sure, Weasley was just leaving." Harry told him still glaring at Ron as he slowly started turning redder and redder.
"So that's how it is. The Great Harry Potter is all that great after all." The rude red head said with a parody of a sneer, leaving in a huff.
"I'm Thomas, Dean Thomas." The dark haired boy introduced himself. Harry started to snicker.
"Bond, James Bond."
"Finally, someone who gets my jokes. I've tried that on everyone I've met and they just ask why I said my last name twice." Dean exclaimed his face lighting up in happiness.
"I think this is the start of a great friendship."