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Chapter Two – Andrew Winters

Harry Potter, the boy-who lived, glanced across the train station. His eyes caught a group of redheads.

"Ron!!" shouted Harry as he ran over. "Harry hey, how you've been?" yelled Ron in reply. "For goodness sakes! You two act like you're on the opposite sides of a canyon! Lower your voice," scolded Mrs Weasley, as she gave Harry a hug.

"Hmmm…" whispered Fred to George, not very discreetly. "Maybe we could make something that causes people to shout when they want to whisper and vice versa…" "Not a bad idea…" said George, "thanks Harry!" pounding him on the back. "We always seem to get more ideas when you're around!" Mrs Weasley frowned. "I want you all to behave this year!," glancing at the twins, " And look after Ginny and Ron."

"Oh! You haven't realized yet Mumsy!" chuckled Fred. "Yeah," joins George. "Ginny's got a certain Mr Longbottom to take care of her now!" "No need for us pesky brothers!" "And Ron, well, his got the one and only Harry Potter and a really cute Miss Granger who seems to be really interested but poor shy Ronniekins just can't open his mouth, looking out for him!" Ron went bright red.

"Hey Ron! And Harry!" calls Hermione as she skips over. "So nice to see you! What's the matter Ron?" Hermione is wearing tight jeans and a tank top and quite frankly looking very gorgeous and feminine. Ron opened his mouth. And closed it. And opened it again. He finally managed to mumble something about the weather. Harry and the others suppressed laughter as Hermione looked confused. "Let's go! We've gotta find seats!" mumbled Ron before sprinting off to the train. Hermione, still confused, followed. Harry and the others burst out with laughter. Oh, this was gonna to be one good year. thought Harry before following.

***

Silence fell as Dumbledore stood up. "Welcome back to yet another glorious year at Hogwarts. We hope you had a great summer. Now before we begin the feast, there is someone I like to introduce to you all. Andrew Winters. He is a transfer student and I hope you make him feel welcomed."

A sandy-haired boy with pale blue eyes stood up. Andrew made his way over to the Sorting Hat. He sat there for a while before the hat shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" Andrew made his way over and surprised everyone when he stopped next to Harry. Andrew smiled. "Can I sit here?" he asked. "Sure, why not?" replied Harry, surprised. Why me?, he thought, as he moved to make room.

Andrew sat down and began eating, rapidly. In truth, he was trying to hide the fact that his hands were trembling. I never realized it was so easy, he thought. They didn't even question me.

"Slow down Ron!" chided Hermione, as Ron swallowed barely chewing his food. Andrew smirked. "He's gotta eat food when he can…because he can't affor…I mean..he ..uh…needs a lot of food for energy to do….other… things." suggested Andrew, wiggling his eyebrows. "It can get very tiring, to do…..everything." Abruptly everyone fell silent.

Andrew mentally kicked himself. I have to be nice and more careful, he thought.

The table burst into laughter as Hermione and Ron both went red. Clutching his belly, Harry gasped, "Good…one…" before laughing even harder.

All through dinner, they all chuckled and chatted as if they all knew him. Andrew even laughed a few times. It felt good, he realized.

As dessert was about to arrive, Andrew stood up. "I…um, gotta talk to some teachers about my classes." He explained before dashing out. I gotta think of better excuses from now on, he thought, as he went off to see Dumbledore.

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"So what did you think of that Andrew guy?" asked Ron. "He seems alright to me," replies Harry. "I noticed he kinda keeps himself private. Like he talked a lot but never of himself." analysed Hermione. "Well, you wouldn't go blurting out your life story to just anyone now would you?" said Seamus. "Hey she was just commenting, leave her alone." defended Ron, much to everyone's amusement.

"Oh look. I wonder where Malfoy is? I haven't heard any snide remarks since I got here." said Ron. Harry glanced at the Slytherin table, Draco's seat was empty.

Could something bad happen to him? Is he hurt? thought Harry before angrily pushing those thought away. It's not like I care or anything! Trying to stop the butterflies he felt inside, convincing himself he was just tired, that's all.