Chapter 2.
After a while of searching, Harry finally found an empty compartment at the back of the train. He was eventually able to put his stuff up in a compartment when he heard a voice behind him. "Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full." Harry turned around and saw the youngest of the red headed boys from the train station. "Sure," Harry said. "I'm Harry by the way, Harry Potter." The boy sat down. "I'm Ron, are you a first year too?" Harry nodded. After that they sat in silence for a while.
"Candy!" Sang a plump witch, pushing a trolley loaded with sweets past Harry and Ron's compartment. "Would you like some candy?" Harry asked. Ron turned scarlet. "I'm all packed, though mum knows I don't like cheese," He said, showing Harry three sandwiches. "Oh." Harry said. "Well, I'll get some candy for you too." Ron looked up from the sandwich he was unwrapping. "Really?" He asked, daring to believe it. "Sure," Harry said. Then he turned to the candy lady. "We'll take a bit of everything," He said, giving her a stack of Galleons he'd saved up over the summer. "Give me some help, will you?" He said to Ron as he staggered into the compartment, his arms overflowing with sweets. Ron took half the pile.
Harry opened his seventh pack of frogs and looked at the card. "I've got Alastor Moody!" He exclaimed. "Finally!" Ron rolled his eyes. "I've only got seventy of those, what you really want is Cornelius Fudge, he's the rarest." Harry stuck the card in his pocket. "I have two." He said. Ron looked at Harry. "Really? Could I have one?" He asked. "Sure," Harry said. He stood up on the seat so he could dig around in his luggage. "Here," He said, extracting a card. Sitting down, he handed it to Ron. "Thanks!" Ron said, staring at the card. Suddenly, the compartment door opened, revealing a girl about their age with bushy brown hair and odd front teeth. "Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville's one," She said, stepping aside to reveal the round-faced boy Harry had seen earlier. The boy pushed some hair out of his eyes. Both Harry and Ron gasped when they saw the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. "Have you seen him?" He asked. Both Harry and Ron shook their heads. "Ok, well, tell me if you see him then, I'm Neville by the way, Neville Longbottom." He slid the door closed.
"Did you see the scar?" Ron asked when the boy had left. Harry nodded. "I wonder what house he'll be in?" Ron continued. "Hope he'll be in our house, that would be awesome!"
Harry was thinking along the same lines. "Hey," What house are you hoping to be in?" Ron asked. "I'm hoping for Gryffindor." Harry smiled. "Me too!" He said, relieved he would know someone in his house.
After stuffing their pockets full of the remaining candy, and changing into their robes, Harry and Ron were pressed against the window for a glance of Hogwarts. "I don't see it!" Ron complained.