Line breaks got a bit weird.
My bad.
Rating: PG13? (Scary dementors?)
Summary: Meeting the golden trio, introductions, and coming across Man!
Disclaimer: I don't own nothin'.
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. -
We shook his hands vigorously up and down, making his entire body shake.
"The pleasure is all mine Neville. Now then, I do believe we should look for compartments?"
As we looked up and down the aisles, all the compartments were pretty full, and we couldn't find one where we could sit together.
"You go on Neville, we can meet back up at the castle." I gently pushed him further down the aisle, and started to turn back to look for another compartment.
"A-Are you sure? We can still keep looking, I'm sure there's one with more room." Neville asked a bit nervously.
I shook my head before responding. "No, really, go on, the train is about to start and I don't want to be in the middle of the aisle when it does. Now, shoo, go on, I'll find you later." I smiled and this time shoved him down the aisle. He stumbled back several steps before regaining his balance. He smiled at me and waved goodbye. Waving back, I made my way down the other direction of the aisle, Taylor trailing behind me.
I found one, and it looked like it could at least hold two more people. Slowly opening the compartment, I glanced at the people inside.
There was a redheaded boy who looked a bit dumb. A girl with bushy hair and an air of what I was hoping was knowledge and not arrogance. There was a man sleeping at the end of one of the benches, and he looked more like a homeless man than a staff member. Finally, there was another boy there with messy black hair and sparkly green eyes. He at least smiled at me as I came in.
"Uhm, excuse me, do you mind if we are allowed to sit here? All the other compartments are a bit full, and well, the only person I know here is Draco, and I'll be honest when I say he's a bit of a git, even if I am family."
The redhead scrunched up his nose before retorting. "You're related to him? Well, you can find another compartment, I don't need another Malfoy to insult me here."
The girl looked like she was about to scold him, and Taylor clenched her fists and stepped forward, but I beat both of them to it.
"Yeah, I am related to him, but no, I didn't come here to insult you. But be careful, if you scowl at me like that again, I may be inclined to smother you with marshmallows." I glared at him, a bit offended he thought I'd act like Draco. Stupid git.
"Ah! No, please don't go. Ron's mouth gets ahead of his brain sometimes. You'll have to forgive him. Please, come in, I'll help you put your bags up." The green eyed boy tried to smile at me, but I could tell he was a bit nervous if I would actually live up to my threat. I smiled at him before stepping completely in. He grabbed my bags and helped put them up while I took Taylor's and put them alongside with mine. After we had put everything away I thanked him and sat down next to him. Taylor was still glaring at the redhead, so I sighed and motioned for her to come sit down on my lap. She grinned and hopped forward, jumped on me, effectively knocking the breath out of me. Scowling, I cuffed her in the back of the head, but before we could get any further with our sibling fighting the other girl in the compartment asked me something.
"How are you related to Draco? I didn't think he had any cousins that came here." The bushy haired girl asked me.
"Tonks came here a few years ago, but you're right. Draco's mother, Narcissa, is our blood aunt. She has a pair of twin sisters; Andromeda and Cassiopeia. Cassiopeia is our mother. Both of them have been disowned by the Black family since Andromeda married a muggle born and my mother married just a regular muggle, but we still see her and Uncle Lucious on occasion. Even though we're half-bloods, they still welcome us into their family. Lucious convinced Narcissa, I believe it was something about bringing honor to the Black family name again? Honestly, I could care less, but I do enjoy torturing my Aunt and Draco, so I stop by frequently. Besides, Lucious doesn't mind me that much; he's actually quite a pleasant man when he wants to be. Though he does have those moments where you just want to take a large pointy stick and hit him with it. Somehow, I've refrained all these years." I rambled on about my family heritage, Taylor nodding at appropriate moments.
And then I realized that everyone was giving us astonished looks.
Taylor apparently found it a good time to get off my lap and went to go sit next to the other girl. The other girl smiled and elbowed the redhead, making him move over to have enough room for all of them.
Shaking himself from his daze, the black haired boy introduced himself first. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter, I like you better than Draco already. I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
I shook his hand that he had offered to me and grinned. "Pleasure to meet you Harry."
He stared at me funnily while I continued to shake his hand. "Uhm, aren't you, gonna, you know, ask me if I'm really who I am?" He asked, the question coming out a bit awkwardly and he grimaced when he heard how stupid it sounded.
I blinked, but continued shaking his hand. "You're Harry. Yes? You're not a person under a charm or polyjuice potion right? Because lying Harry, is a sin."
He laughed and patted the hand that I was using to still shake his. Taylor just rolled her eyes at me from the other bench.
"Nevermind, forget about it. Thank you." I chuckled at him, and finally released his hand.
The redhead boy was the next to talk. "Uhm, no hard feelings about what I said before, right? I was uhh, acting like a bit of a git. Anyways, I'm Ron Weasley."
I laughed outright at his nervous expression. It was funny that he was scared of me.
"Aye, no hard feelings. And yes, you were a bit of a git." The girl smiled at me as I said the last part.
"He does that quite often. I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you both. What house are you in, I don't remember seeing you here before. By the sound of your accent, I'd say you were German, correct?"
Taylor piped up before I was able to answer. "Yes, we've both lived in Germany our whole lives. Oh, I do want to be in Ravenclaw! If I do say so myself, I like to think I'm brilliant! And I think I'd like to be around others who take their studying and school work as serious as me, I do enjoy learning. Being smart is so fun." Hermione laughed, and I chuckled a bit as I looked at Taylor who had a bright smile on her face and was swinging her legs back and forth. The picture of happiness and innocence.
I laughed a bit nervously, and rubbed the back of my neck. "This is my first year here. We're transferring from Beauxbatons. I'm not really sure what house I'll get put in. We're meeting with Professor Dumbledore as soon as we get to Hogwarts to discuss where we'll be going. I'm hoping at least not Slytherin. I don't think I could bear to be in the same house as my cousin."
"I'm sure you'll do fine. Besides, you seem too nice to be in Slytherin." Harry assured me, and I smiled at him in thanks.
The next few hours were spent just talking and laughing. The trio before me very much enjoyed hearing of my exploits at my former school. Taylor helped me spin the tales of my glorious battles at my former school, and just as I was about to launch into a tale about how I tied a girl's hair to her bedpost. The train stopped moving and a chill ran up my spine. I stopped talking and glanced around, the lights flickering out shortly afterwards. As I breathed out, I realized I could see my breath.
"This is simply not natural." I muttered under my breath. The windows and glass compartment door started to ice over.
"There's something moving out there!" Ron exclaimed in an extremely frightened voice.
What a girl.
Something moved beyond the compartment door, but before I was able to move, Harry shoved me behind him, and I tripped and fell onto the homeless man. I recoiled and then tumbled backwards onto the floor, my legs flailed above me and I almost did a somersault backwards. Cursing, I tried to right myself, but whatever was on the train had managed to open to the compartment door. Ron squealed in fright and backed into Hermione, which in return made her unbalanced and she tried to steady herself. She ended up bumping into Taylor and I barely heard my sister squeal before she rolled on top of me.
Cursing again, I tried to roll and push Taylor off of me. As I pushed Taylor behind me, I glanced over to see a hideous cloaked figure doing something to Harry. It looked like it was sucking something out of him. Gasping, I reached out to try and grasp my wand and do something, but suddenly, the homeless man popped up and shot a bright spell at the monster. I pushed myself into a standing position, but Taylor shot up at the same time as me and ended up hitting me, and so I was knocked to my knees, narrowly avoiding the man in front of me. These compartments are too small! Cursing yet again, I peered up to see Harry had passed out on the couch. Breathlessly, I tugged on the man's robes and when he looked at me I shakily pointed at Harry.
Man helped me up and sat me down on the couch before he attended to Harry.
"Blimey Taylor, whatever did I do to incur your wrath? You could've just asked if you wanted to kill me, 'pleases' and letting me know in advance are much more appreciated than falling and trying to crush me." I rubbed my bruised chest, wincing as I felt already forming bruises.
"I'm so sorry Sonya! Ron unbalanced Hermione who bumped me and-"
I waved my hand, dismissing her apology. "I was messin' with ya, don't mention it."
I looked over beside me and saw Harry was starting to come to a bit. Hermione got on her knees and scooted to be closer to Harry. Leaning over she started to question Harry if he was alright. I maneuvered myself to give her more room, and then got up and went to sit next to my sister on the other bench, sitting off to the side of the nice man.
I heard Harry mutter a 'thank you' as Hermione handed him his glasses. The man who helped save us pulled something out of his pocket and offered it to Harry.
Harry gave him a questioning look and the man smiled before explaining. "It's all right, it's just chocolate." I perked up at hearing the golden word 'chocolate' and looked to see what type it was. I do love chocolate. The man must've sensed my eyes or something, as he looked over and smiled and broke off another piece, offering it to me. Squealing, I offered a thank you and nibbled on my piece for a second, before breaking it in half and giving my sister a piece.
Harry pushed himself completely upright before asking the winning question. "What was that thing?" Harry asked, rubbing his head a bit.
The man was about to explain and even I was about to answer before my sister beat me to it. "It was a dementor! I've read about them before. They guard Azkaban, which is why it's a bit odd they're all the way out here."
The man opened his mouth again but once again he was cut off, this time by me. "They must've been searching the train for Sirius Black. Dumbledore is going to be furious when he hears they attacked a student. Stupid gits, the Ministry has really messed up this time." I scowled a bit as I thought of the repercussions having dementors out and about could have.
The man blinked at us for a few seconds before he smiled and laughed. "Indeed, you're both very smart for your age. You're both right on both accounts. Now please excuse me, I should probably go have a word with the driver." He stood up and smiled politely at us and reminded Harry to eat his chocolate before moving and leaving our compartment.
Harry shook himself a bit before asking what had happened. As Hermione and Ron explained to him the attack, I mused to myself about what the coming year at Hogwarts would bring. Things would be fascinating with a serial killer on the loose … especially since he's my cousin. Oh lovely.
I felt a bit bad for Harry as he tried to explain that he heard a woman screaming when he passed out; both Hermione and Ron shared a concerned look before Hermione tried to gently tell him there wasn't any woman screaming. Harry's expression was hurt and troubled.
The conversation all the way to Hogwarts was strained and tense, despite the fact that I tried many times to try and talk. Hermione at least answered my question on who that man was, notifying me that it was a professor named Remus Lupin. I felt a bit stupid as both she and my sister pointed out that his name was on his luggage. Eventually I gave up trying to hold any conversations and me and my sister sat quietly for the rest of the ride. I tried to amuse myself by counting odd things around the compartment; How many freckles Ron had, the number of times Hermione petted Crookshanks, the varying shades of red in my sister's hair, the amount of times I'd threatened someone with death … Eventually I gave up and took a nap for the rest of the ride.
Finally arriving, we got off the train, and bidding our new friends goodbye, my sister and I made our way to the carriages that would bring us to Hogwarts.