The fields of grass flew by with a quick rush as a teenage boy looked out the train window in his compartment. He was listening to a boy with short, red hair and freckles. He was talking about his two older twin brothers who had let havoc loose in the non-magic world while stuffing his mouth full of chocolate frogs. The red haired boy was the first true friend to the boy with the ragged looking black hair, round glasses in front of his green eyes, and the lightning bolt scar on his forehead six years ago. His other friend was sitting across from him watching the red haired boy shove chocolate frogs into his mouth and checking the cards to see if he already had the card. She had bushy brown hair, a bossy attitude on occasions, and was an overachiever at their studies.

"Ron," the girl started, "do you really think that eating that much chocolate will give you a stomach ache?"

"Why do you care Hermione?" He replied.

"Because . . ." Hermione stopped when the compartment door slid open.

"Because she doesn't want you to puke all over yourself Weasley." A voice snarled at the door. A blonde haired boy stood with two giant bodyguards standing behind him. True the bodyguards were the same age as the blonde haired boy, Ron, Hermione, and the boy with the scar, but they still looked mean.

This time Ron didn't devour a chocolate frog. "Malfoy, get out of here. We don't want to deal with you until we get to school. I've been having a fine summer without you anyways."

"Why should I? I've nothing better to do."

"Malfoy, just leave us alone." The black haired boy looked over at the commotion. He was gripping is wand tight in his hand at his side.

"Why should I listen to you Potter? You're not my father." Malfoy reached down into his robes to get his wand.

"Listen Draco, I don't want you bothering us any more until we get to school."

"Have it your way then Scar Head." Malfoy and his two friends left the trio to go find some first years to bother.

"I hate it when Malfoy drops in on us like that." Hermione stated.

"The thing I hate about Malfoy is how he always thinks he's better than others. Don't you agree with me Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yeah." Harry replied.

The compartment was quiet for a few minutes, with the exception of Crookshanks' purring. The group heard a patter of feet running down the corridor. The person flew by the door before the group saw her come back to the entrance.

"Can I stay in here for a while?" She asked with each breath she took.

Harry looked at her and then at his friends. "Sure. We don't mind having visitors, as long as it's not Malfoy."

"Thanks." The girl walked to the seat and hid behind the wall next to it. She had long silk black hair that was down to the middle of her back in two side braids. Her hazel eyes hid behind the black eyeliner. She was wearing a black sleeveless shirt with a fairy on the front and a pair stretch hip hugger jeans with designs all over the front of the legs. Harry realized she didn't have any shoes on.

"Did someone take your shoes?" Asked Harry.

"Yeah, and then they started to chase me down the train. All of this just because I told this guy he looked really weird, and should live in the muggle world."

"Who was it?" Asked Ron, curiously.

"Some guy with sleek blond hair. He had two hulky looking bodyguards standing with him."

"Malfoy." Harry said.

"Oh, so that's the pure-blood wizard who's family hates all muggle born, and witches and wizards below them. Glad father told me . . ." The girl stopped as she heard a small pack of shoes hitting the ground coming closer.

"Okay Potter, where is she?"

Harry looked quickly at the girl and then at Malfoy. "I don't know who you're talking about."

"The girl. She's most likely in here hiding." Malfoy walked into the compartment and looked around the room before he turned around. Harry knew that the girl would be found quickly. "Ah ha! I knew she was in here." Malfoy grabbed the girl by the arm and pulled her up off the seat. "I told you that you couldn't hide from me." Malfoy looked at Harry. "You told me you didn't know anything about a girl in here Potter. Well, I guess you must be losing your touch with helping others. Sorry I can't stay long, I've got a lesson to teach this stupid girl."

"Leave her alone Malfoy!" Hermione looked straight at Malfoy with a glare.

"I don't listen to mud-bloods." Draco looked at Hermione.

"Leave her . . ." Ron started, but stopped when Crabbe and Goyle looked at him angrily.

"See you later at school. Come on girl!" Malfoy dragged the black haired girl to the compartment door.

"I do have a name." She started. "Tiffilina Andresa."

"Why would I care about your name?" Malfoy said coldly as he pulled her away to his previous train compartment.

Harry watched the scene madly, knowing that he couldn't get in Malfoy's way when he had an innocent witch to use as a shield.

The train arrived at Hogwarts at night like usual. Harry, Hermione, and Ron dismounted the train and looked around for Tiffilina. They saw her get into a carriage with Malfoy, forcing her with threats. The trio joined their friend Nevielle in one of the carriages and talked about their summers. Harry wondered why Malfoy was being meaner to Tiffilina than to him during the entire carriage ride.