Greetings, Wizard and Witches and welcome to the next chapter of The Potter And Kent Chronicles - Cruel Angel Thesis.
I hope your going to enjoy it as much as I had writing it and now, on to the story.
Two wild cart rides later they stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Harry was awed by the amount of money he had. All the time there had been a small fortune belonging to him, buried deep under London.
"The gold ones are Galleons.", Charles explained, as Harry studied the coins, "Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle, simple math really."
Harry didn't know where to run first now that he had a bag full of money. He didn't have to know how many Galleons there were to a pound to know that he was holding more money than he'd had in his whole life, more money than even Dudley had ever had.
They bought Harry's school books in a shop called Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all.
A chuckling Charles almost had to drag Harry away from Curses and Counter-curses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue- Tying and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian.
"I was trying to find out how to curse Dudley.", Harry muttered.
"Its a good idea, but your not allowed to use your magic in the Muggle world, unless under very special circumstances.", Charles said, before adding with a wink, "Doesn't mean you have to tell him you can't use your magic." this earned a slight grin from the boy.
Charles wouldn't let Harry buy a solid gold cauldron, either.
"It says pewter on your list. Don't try to show off your wealth.", Charles said, "Though it would look pretty cool."
But they got a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope. Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling.
While Charles asked the man behind the counter for a supply for twice the basic potion ingredients for Harry, explaining that it would come in handy.
Harry himself examined silver unicorn horns at twenty-one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes (five Knuts a scoop).
Outside the Apothecary, Charles checked Harry's list again. "Just the best thing left, your wand.", he said before remembering something, "Oh yeah, and you still need to get a birthday present."
Harry felt himself go red, "You don't have to..."
"I know, but I want to.", Charles said, "Doubt the Dursley's would give you anything. I am thinking of an owl, it will allow you to write if those Dursley's give you any trouble."
Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Harry now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. He couldn't stop stammering his thanks.
"Don't mention it.", Charles said with a smile, being very amused by Harry's reaction, "Just Ollivander's left now, the best place for wands. Although its the only place for wands in England."
The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, looking over at the counter he saw Claire, Alex and Margaret Kent, Claire was currently trying out different wands.
"A moment please I will be with you shortly.", an old man, who Harry assumed to be Ollivander, as he handed Claire another wand. She gave it a sweep, sending several of the boxes flying.
"No, definitely not.", Ollivander said, swiping the wand out of her hand before heading to the back of the store.
"Ah, come on Harry.", Alex said upon seeing him, "I thought I said, see you at Hogwarts. Last I checked tis is not Hogwarts.", just as Ollivander returned.
"15 inches, rowan, dragon heartstring, excellent for dueling.", Ollivander commented, before handing the wand to Claire. The moment the wand was placed in her hand, she felt warmth starting in the tips of her fingers before traveling through her entire body.
Ollivander clap in his hands, glad to have helped his costumer, "Well then, I think it's time to find young Alex a wand."
Just like his cousin, it took a while to find the matching wand for Alex, the boxes containing the wands really started to pile up.
"And you said I was a difficult costumer?", Claire said, an amused grin on her face, earning a glare from her cousin.
"12 inches, pear, unicorn hair, a bit of extra power and great for charm work.", Ollivander said, and once his finger grip the wand, Alex felt a warm feeling surging through him.
After paying for their wands, the three bid Harry and Charles goodbye before exiting the store. It was then that Ollivander turned his attention to Harry.
"Ah yes.", the man said, "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work. Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose, he touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it." he said softly, "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands..."
"Mr. Ollivander, could we please hurry it up a little.", Charles cut in.
"Charles Jeager! How nice to see you again...", Ollivander said, "Still using the same wand?"
"Haven't found one that surpasses it.", Charles said confidently.
"Though I wish you would tell me were you brought it such an excellent wand.", Ollivander lamented before pulling out a silver measuring tape, "Well, now, Mr. Potter. Which is your wand arm?"
"Well, I'm right-handed.", Harry said.
The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Harry, with his newly purchased holly and phoenix feather wand, and Charles made their way back down Diagon Alley, back through the wall, back through the Leaky Cauldron, now empty.
Harry didn't speak at all as they walked down the road, only realized where they were when Hagrid tapped him on the shoulder.
"Let's get something to eat before I drop you off at home.", Charles said, as they sat down at one of the outdoor tables, where the two had ordered hamburger's.
Harry kept looking around.
"Everything okay, Harry?", Charles asked.
Harry wasn't sure he could explain, he chewed his hamburger, trying to find the words.
"Don't worry about it, Harry. You'll learn fast enough.", Charles said with a very kind smile, "Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, just be yourself. You will have a great time at Hogwarts."
"How did you know what was bothering me?", Harry asked.
"I am good at reading people. And you remind me of my friends from my youth.", Charles said, sounding rather nostalgic, one thing Harry noticed was a faint glimmer of sorrow behind those grey eyes.
On the first of September, Harry was picked up once again by Charles to take him to Kings Cross, arriving.
"Its way too busy for tis time of day...", Charles said, sounding rather sleepily.
"Your not a morning person?", Harry asked pushing his trunk on a cart.
"I'm not. I am better at it now. When I was younger I was hardly a afternoon person.", Charles said as they arrived at the ticket inspector's stand between platforms nine and ten.
"So that was a few years ago.", Harry said, earning a raised eyebrow from the teacher, "S-Sorry."
"Don't think that playing to my vanity is going to give you better grades, Mr Potter.", Charles said with a playful smile, "Now, all you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it."
"Er... Okay.", Harry said, he pushed his trolley around and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid.
He started to walk toward it. People jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. Harry walked more quickly, leaning forward on his cart, he broke into a heavy run, he closed his eyes ready for the crash...
It didn't come... he kept on running... he opened his eyes. A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven O'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw Charles walking through a wrought-iron archway.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.
The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Harry pushed his cart off down the platform in search of an empty seat with Charles. They passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Mom, I've lost my toad again."
"Oh, Neville." he heard the woman sigh lovingly.
A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd.
"Give us a look, Lee, go on."
The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg.
Near the end of the train, Charles found an empty compartment near the end of the train. Harry put the snow owl, who he decided to name Hedwig, inside while Charles levitated the trunk into the above racket.
"Professor... Why did Ollivander say your wand was so excellent?", Harry asked.
"Its just a finely crafted wand. Just a dragon heartstring core and rowan wood.", Charles said, looking at his wand, putting it away, "Well then, I need to get going. See you at Hogwarts."
"See you at Hogwarts, professor.", Harry said, and with a last wave, Charles closed the compartment door.
The train began to move. Harry watched Charles wave at him before disappearing as the train rounded the corner. Houses flashed past the window. Harry felt a great leap of excitement. He didn't know what he was going to but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.
The door of the compartment slid open and Harry saw that it was Claire and Alex. "Hiya Harry!", Alex said cheerfully.
"Sorry for barging in like tis, do you mind if we sit here?", Claire explained, "Everywhere else is full."
Harry shook his head and the two sat down.
"Don't apologize! You make it sound like I have no upbringing.", Alex said taking the seat across from Harry while Claire took a seat next to Harry, opening the book she was carrying.
"That's because you have no upbringing.", Claire said, and began to read the book, 'Advanced Dueling Vol. VII'
"I know someone who hasn't taken her happy pills tis morning.", Alex said to Harry, "Don't worry about her, Claire is just being shy."
The door opened to and a young boy with red hair came in. "Can I sit there?" he asked, pointing at the seat next to Alex, "Everywhere else is full."
"Sure! Take a seat!", Alex said, patting his hand on the seat next to him.
He took a seat next to Alex before introducing himself, "I am Ron by the way, Ron Weasley."
The others introduced themselves, but before Ron could react the door opened again and a set of twins with red hair came in.
"Hey, Ron."
"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train, Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right.", Ron mumbled.
"Well you seemed to have made friends already.", one of them said, "We are Fred and George Weasley, older brothers of Ron. See you later, then." The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out, Harry nodded, "And have you really got - you know..." He pointed at Harry's forehead.
Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar. Ron stared, Alex also looked and even Claire peeked over book.
"Nice tattoo.", Alex joked, earning a slight grin from Harry.
"Are all your family wizards?", Harry asked, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him.
Er... Yes, I think so.", Ron said, "I think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him."
"What about you two?", Harry asked.
"Well mom is from a pretty ancient line of wizard and witches. Guess that makes me part of that line too.", Alex said, tapping his chin, "Not so sure about my dad though, seeing as I never met the guy. As for Claire, well her mom was mines older twin sister."
"Was?", Ron asked.
"She is dead.", Claire said, still not looking up from her book.
"What about your father?", Harry asked.
"That's none of your damn business!", Claire said raising her voice, looking up from her book. It seemed like the subject of her father was a sore point for her, "Question for you Harry, you lived with Muggles, how are they?"
"Horrible... well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though.", Harry said, the facial expression on the girl softening, "Wish I had a nice aunt like you, or three wizard brothers."
"Five.", Ron said, for some reason, he was looking gloomy, "I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left, Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat."
Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat, which was asleep.
"His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't... I mean, I got Scabbers instead."
Ron's ears went pink. He seemed to think he'd said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window.
"Hey, rats are cute creatures.", Alex said, "Well the domestic ones anyway."
"There is nothing wrong with being unable to afford an owl.", Claire said, her tone of voice sounding much more soft.
"Yeah, I never had any money in my life until a month ago.", Harry added, "I had to wear my cousins old clothes and never got proper birthday presents. And until professor Jeager told me, I didn't even know about being a wizard, or my parents. I have got loads to learn... I bet I'm the worst in the class." voicing for the first time something that had been worrying him a lot lately.
"You won't be. A lot of people come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough.", Claire said, looking away from them, "Sorry for my outburst just yet."
"It's alright, no harm done.", Harry said.
"Am I going deaf? Did Claire just apologize?", Alex said.
While they had been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.
Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"
Harry, Claire and Alex, leapt to their feet, but Ron's ears went pink again and he muttered that he'd brought sandwiches. And they brought all kinds of candies Harry never had seen in his life. Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs. Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things.
They got some of everything and each paid the woman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts.
Ron stared as Harry, Claire and Alex brought it all back in to the compartment and tipped it onto the empty side table.
"Hungry, are you?", Ron said.
"Starving," said Harry, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty.
"If you can be certain of one thing with me, it's that I am always hungry.", Alex said, digging into his own pile.
"No sarcasm here, that runs in the family.", Claire said, her mouth filled with chocolate.
Ron had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them apart and said, "She always forgets I don't like corned beef."
"Swap you for one of these.", Harry said, holding up a pasty, "Go on."
"Oh, Oh, I'll trade ya.", Alex said, holding out a Cauldron Cakes.
"Pick something you would like for it.", Claire said before adding, "Except my chocolate frogs."
"Y-You guys don't want this, it's all dry.", Ron said, "She hasn't got much time, you know, with five of us."
"Just take the damn candy.", Claire told him.
It a nice moment, four sitting there eating their way through all the pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).
"What are these?", Harry asked Ron, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs.
"Chocolate Frogs. Their pretty good, but what you really want is the card.", Claire explained, "Chocolate Frogs have cards, inside them, you know, to collect. Their about famous witches and wizards. You can also play a game with them."
"Yeah, see what the card is. I'm missing Agrippa and Ptolemy.", Ron said.
Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man's face. He wore half- moon glasses, had a long, crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache. Underneath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.
Harry turned over his card and read:
Albus Dumbledore
Currently Headmaster of Hogwarts
Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.
Harry turned the card back over and saw, to his astonishment, that Dumbledore's face had disappeared, "He's gone!"
"What else is he suppose to do? Hang around all day." Alex asked, who was slightly leaning back with his arms behind his head.
They then had a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine.
Alex even ate a funny gray one Ron wouldn't touch, which turned out to be pepper.
The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills.
There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy Harry had passed on platform nine and three-quarters came in. He looked tearful.
"Sorry, but have you seen a toad at all?", he asked, when they shook their heads, he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"
"Don't worry, buddy. He will turn up.", Alex said, "If we see him, we come find you, or hold on to him until we run into you."
The boy gave a nod, and then left. "Don't know why he's so bothered.", Ron said, "If I'd brought a toad I'd lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk."
The rat was still snoozing on Ron's lap. "He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference.", Ron said in disgust, "I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look..."
He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.
"Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway.", He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts uniform.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one." she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
"Still can't remember seeing one.", Alex said, "And believe me, I got a pretty good memory." but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in Ron's hand.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then.", The girl said, sitting down between Harry and Claire.
Ron looked taken aback He cleared his throat, "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
"Are you sure that's a real spell?", the girl said.
"Or maybe he isn't really a rat.", Alex said, getting looks from the others, "Maybe he is just a very large mouse, who knows?"
"Well, anyway it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me.", the girl explained, "Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is."
"Well I don't know. Beauxbatons sounds pretty good as well.", Alex commented, "Being in southern French, it should have nice weather all year around."
"That's probably not the only reason you want to go there.", Claire muttered.
"Uhm... Yes... Well I have heard... Learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough.", the girl said, "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you."
"I'm Ron Weasley." Ron muttered.
"Claire Kent.", Claire said.
"Alexander Kent, but you can call me Alex.", Alex said with a wink, "That's what everybody and their mom does anyway."
"Harry Potter." Harry said.
"Are you really?" Hermione said, "I know all about you, of course. I got a few extra books, for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."
"So you have read about him, but know nothing about him at all.", Claire said, this earned her a sharp glare from Hermione.
"Do you know what house you'll be in?", she asked, "I have been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best. I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad... Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You four had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon." And she left, taking the toadless boy with her.
"Well she seemed nice.", Alex said with a weird smile.
"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it.", Ron said, throwing his wand back into his trunk.
"You hope? I better not be in the same house as her, or else I am spending the next seven year with her as my roommate.", Claire said.
"What house are your brothers in?", Alex asked to Ron.
"Gryffindor.", Ron said, gloom seemed to be settling on him again, "Mom and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin."
"Well not everyone in Slytherin can be that bad.", Alex pointed out, "And green is a pretty cool color."
"So what do your oldest brothers do now that they've left, anyway?", Harry asked.
"Charlie's in Romania studying dragons, and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts.", Ron said.
"Speaking of Gringotts, have you heard?", Alex said, relaxing back into his seat, "It's been all over the Daily Prophet, someone tried to rob a high security vault."
"Really? What happened to them?", Harry stared at him.
"Nothing, that's why it's such big news. They haven't been caught.", Alex said.
"It must have been a very powerful Dark wizard or witch to get round Gringotts, but they don't think they took anything, that's what's odd.", Claire pondered, before they changed the subject.
"What's your Quidditch team?" Ron asked.
"Kenmare Kestrels.", Claire and Alex said at once.
"What!" Ron said, and he was off, getting into a discussion with Alex over which team was better.
"How cute, Lexi is making a friend.", Claire said just when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't Neville the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger.
This time three boys entered, one of them being a pale blonde boy.
"Is it true?", he said, "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes.", Harry said. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle.", the pale boy said carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking, "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigget. Malfoy looked at him. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."
"Well you get to admit, it is a stupid name. Not nearly as cool as Kent.", Alex said with a smug grin, as Malfoy shot him a glare.
"You.", Malfoy sneered, shooting a glare to Claire as well, before turning back to Harry, "You'll soon find out some Wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." he said coolly.
"Oh, smooth.", Claire said.
Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks, "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter." he said slowly, "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and blood traitors or children of dogs. It will rub off on you."
Harry, Alex and Ron where about to stand up, but Claire beat them to it.
"Say that again. I dare you.", Claire said, her voice dropping again, "I double dare you."
"Oh, what are you gonna do?", Malfoy sneered.
"Get out now or I will make all three of you my bitches.", Claire said, but Malfoy burst out in laughter before the other two joined in.
"But we don't feet like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some.", Malfoy said.
"Don't say I didn't warn you.", Claire said and within the blink of an eye, she had her wand in her hand and the three boys where knocked back out of their compartment, landing them into a heap. Once they got up all three of them disappeared at once.
Closing the door, she turned around to see Harry, Alex and Ron staring at her with wide eyes. "What?", she asked.
"That was... pretty cool.", Harry muttered.
A second later, Hermione Granger had come in again. "What has been going on?" she said.
"Making three bullies my bitches.", Claire said, crossing her arms.
"Did you just fight?", Hermione asked, "You'll be in trouble before we even get there!"
"How is that any of your business, Granger?", Claire asked, sitting back next to Harry, "Do you need something else?"
"You'd better hurry up and put your robes on, I have just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there.", Hermione said, "I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors."
"Okay, bye now.", Claire said, pushing Hermione out before stepping outside to give the boys time to change, closing the door behind her.
"Have you met that Malfoy before?", Harry asked Alex as the three began to change.
"You could say that. His family is pretty infamous.", Alex explained, "They were some of the first to come back to our side after Voldie disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched."
"My dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side." Ron added.
After Claire's turn to change, the four continued to talk as outside, it was getting dark, mountains and forests under a deep purple sky could be seen. The train did seem to be slowing down.
A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
They crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd thronging the corridor.
There ya go, the second chapter, hope you enjoyed it. Many thanks to everyone who read, favorite or follows this story, you beautiful bastards.
For now I wish you all a fantastic day and I will see you ladies and gents, next time. Mischief Managed.