Train to Hogwarts
Harry and Ron scanned Platform 9 ¾ for any familiar faces. They were looking for their best friend, Hermione Granger.
"Harry!" someone called from behind them. "Ron! I've missed you over the summer!"
"Hermione!" both Ron and Harry exclaimed.
"Shall we find a compartment? Last time all of them were taken, remember?" Hermione lead them to the train. They put their luggage away and found an empty room near the back of the train.
"How was your summer, Hermione?" Ron asked.
"It was fine, yours?"
"It was great! Harry and I practiced Quidditch almost every day. I reckon I might be able to make the Gryffindor team this year."
"It's only been a few minutes, and already you've mentioned Quidditch! What's so fascinating about that sport, anyway?
"Well, you're a girl, you wouldn't understand." Harry listened to Hermione and Ron argue. They've been arguing ever since they met each other; maybe even more over fourth year. Harry looked out the window and saw that the train was already moving. Harry also noticed the sky was dark; almost like a big storm was approaching. When Hermione and Ron suddenly got quiet, Harry focused back to the conversation to see why they've stopped yelling. He saw them looking out the window, too.
"What do you suppose Voldemort is up to?" Hermione whispered.
"I don't know...Do you reckon he has anything to do with that storm?" Harry asked.
"I hope not," Hermione answered. "If he does, then he would most likely be around here." Hermione looked out the window once more. "I wonder who's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year?" Harry was glad for the change of topic. He didn't like talking about Voldemort or any sort of Dark magic. Ron and Hermione usually looked at him like he was…different…when they talked about him.
The journey to Hogwarts seemed to pass by quickly; the three were already at Hogwarts by the time they finished catching up. They greeted a few other friends from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. The Slytherins, however, were not so friendly.
"Potter!" a voice called out. Potter was Harry's middle name. There was too many Weasley's for Malfoy to call out Harry's last name. That is, if he wasn't adopted. "Still hanging out with the Mudblood and the poor Weasley, I see?"
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said.
"I'm telling you, Potter, you'd get better privileges with us Slytherins. We can actually afford our broomsticks." Harry started heading towards Malfoy.
"Just leave him, Harry," Hermione said, pulling Harry and Ron towards the Hogwarts entrance.
"I'd love to see him get cursed," Ron said. "That slimy git deserves to get attacked by those centaurs." Ron was looking into the Forbidden Forest. There were movements coming from behind the trees, and every few minutes they could make out the face of an angry centaur.
"I wonder what's got them so mad," Hermione said.
The trio walked into the Great Hall. The first years were sorted, and Dumbledore introduced them to their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge. After that, they decided to get some sleep. Lessons started tomorrow, and they were tired after the long train ride.
Author's Note: The story will get more adventure filled in the next few chapters when Harry discovers who his father really is. I hope you like it.