None of this is mine, none of the chacarters or setting or anything. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling.Except for made-up chacarters.
Chapter 2
They got up to the tall, bright castle. Zac knew this was his second home. He loved it here so much. He wasnt jumped, knocked down, or anything else. They got outside to the fresh, cool air. The wind blowing their clokes behind them.
"Firs' years!' Hagrid yelled not far away.
"Hagrid," Ron yelled running to give him a hug. The others followed taking there turns to say hello and give him a hug.
"How have you been?" Hermione asked while she hugged him.
"I've been fine, the usual. You guys better hurry on now!"
"Bye," they all yelled running to a carrage.
"Hey Zac, can you see whats pulling the carrages?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, horse things. Wings, skin, and white eyes." Zac replied. "Why?'
"Have you seen death?" Hermione asked butting in.
"My friend was hit by a car, drove by a mean school bullie." Zac said.
He'd rather not talked about it. It was really bad, having to watch. It wasnt good, they were going for him that day, but they missed. It was all because Zac made them mad. Zac didnt like London with all the mean people. He knew the mean side of London well. Taking walks but fearing of getting hit or jumped. He lived on the good side, but the bad side came to him.
"Thats really sad, I'm so sorry." Hermione said, feeling bad she had asked.
They got to the castle and headed for the Great Hall when they heard Malfoy laughing and saying one of their names.
"What a mud-blood those two." Malfoy said.
Zac got close enough to smell Malfoy's nasty breath. Malfoy's blonde hair was half-way over his eyes now. Zac didnt care if Malfoy's crew was behind him or not. Zac's friends were behind him. Zac hatted those two words. Thrown at him or not. But this time it was at him and Hermione.
"If you ever say those words to insult me, or my friends, I will jinx you like there's no tomarrow." Zac said. He was burning with anger, he really wanted to forget magic at that moment and just punch him. But he wasnt going to do anything be give a warning before there's a next time.
"Shut up, wait untill my father hears about this." Malfoy said. "I'm not going to be pushed around by you, or your friends. I'm the bo-" Malfoy was cut-off by Zac's fist.
"Dont threaten me with your father, I dont give a crap what you say to him. And your not the boss, your not anything to me or any of us. Your lucky I wouldnt kill a fly. Dumbledore's the boss and he always will be." Zac wasnt scared of Malfoy or anyone behind him.
"Come on," Harry said pulling Zac. Malfoy's nose was bleeding.
"It's not worth it." Hermione said. They took a seat and listened to the Sorting hat's song. Then the first years.
"Amber Jane!" Professer Mogonnagle said.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting hat yelled.
Amber ran nervously to the Gryffindor table about two seats from Ron. She was about 5'2, skinny like a broom, red hair, and brown eyes. She was red in the face, and looked at everyone like she was keeping watch for a robber.
"Hello, I'm Ron, this is Zac," he pointed in Zac's direction."This is Harry," Harry waved. "And this is Hermione."
"Hello, nice to meet you, you'll love it in Gryffindor." Hermione said.
"Thanks." Dumbledore rose and the Great Hall was quiet.
"Now as we all know, the Dark Lord is at large once more. I'm giving my spech now so you can leave for your beds early. Professer Snape will be teaching D.A.D.A and Professer Slughorn will be teaching Potions."
The Hall was full of moans.
"Yes, yes. Well, thats all. Dig in!'
There was the usual noise and golden plates shinning from the lights appered. Ron jumped to the for the first plate and filled his own.
"It fe'l 'ike I hav't eat'n in ages!" he managed to say out of a full mouth.
"I really havent." Harry said, not eating as fast.
After the feast they headed for bed, haveing Dumbledore saying his spech before.
"How coul-"Harry was cut off by Hermione.
"It's not going to make a difference. Im going to bed." and she left.
"Yeah we should to." Zac said.
They all noded there heads and went to sleep.
