Chapter 3
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Kitchen in the Burrow; August, 20th, 1995; 9:28 a.m.
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Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys sat down to breakfast. Harry had yet to tell any of them about the weird dream and the dragon lady named Eilena. Something told him that only the fewest number of people possible should know about it. Harry was startled from his thoughts as an owl started tapping at the window. Ginny got up to deal with the owl and came back with their Hogwarts letters.
"Well, looks like we're going to Diagon Alley soon," Molly said.
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Leaky Cauldron; August, 22nd, 1995; 11:43 a.m.
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"Ow," Harry said, as he came out of the fireplace and landed flat on his face.
"Not to graceful are you lad," Mr. Weasley said as he helped Harry up.
"I hate flooing," Harry said, brushing the soot from his robes. After everyone (the Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry) got out of the floo, the decided to split up and then meet back at the Leaky Cauldron at two thirty.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley took Ginny, Bill and Charlie went with Fred and George, and Ron, Hermione, and Harry were in the last group.
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Ice Cream Parlor; August, 22nd, 1995; 1:48 p.m.
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The three Gryffindor decided to get some Ice Cream after they were done with shopping. Well, okay…Ron and Harry decided to get some Ice Cream after they were done dragging Hermione out of the bookstore. And you know what? The day would have been perfect had it not been for the next person to stroll up to them. Go ahead, take a lucky guess. If you guessed Draco Malfoy…eeenh. Wrong. If you guessed Pansy Parkinson though, you were right.
"What are you three doing here," she asked, snottily.
"Eating ice cream obviously," Hermione replied.
"Was I talking to you, mudblood," Pansy barked. (Harry: She barks? Rune: Bite me.)
"Well you did say 'you three', hunny," Hermione said before Harry and Ron could reply to the 'mudblood' comment.
"Personally," Hermione continued, "I think you need to get your facts straight before you decide to step up to the big leagues. Now if you wouldn't mind going away. I would like to eat my ice cream without wanting to have to puke at the site of your face." Ron and Harry laughed as Pansy growled and stormed away. As the Golden Trio left, a few minutes later, they never noticed Draco Malfoy a few tables away still trying not to laugh.
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Platform 9 ¾; September, 1st, 1995; 10:45 a.m.
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Draco Malfoy hated his life. His mother was a self loving selfish wench who wouldn't care if her own son was dieing in a pool of his own blood unless it threatened her money. His father on the other hand…well same hand really. He was a self loving selfish bastard who really wasn't all that different from Draco's self loving selfish wench of a mother. Draco spotted a crew of red heads. His eyes saddened as he watched Mrs. Weasley give hugs to all of her children, Harry and Hermione included. His mother had never given him hugs. A few slaps whenever she managed to hear what he called her under his breath, but never a hug. (Rune: Poor Draky-chan)
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Great Hall, Hogwarts; September, 1st, 1995; 7:34 9.m.
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Dumbledore watched as the students ate. The sorting this year was a bit stranger than normal, but considering Voldemort was back that wasn't surprising. There were three new Hufflepuffs, seven new Gryffindors, five new Ravenclaws, and nine new Slytherins. The prophecy didn't give him any clues as to who the dragons could possibly be, and none of his students were giving any sign that they knew anything.
They could possibly not be any of his students, but he was positive that this war belonged to this generation. Perhaps some of the older ones. He looked towards the seventh years in every house, but none were acting differently. The only student acting out of character was Harry, but with what happened last year, that was to be expected. (Rune: Dense, isn't he?)
Dumbledore stood, as the last of the students finished off dinner and dessert.
"Welcome to another year of Hogwarts. I have a few start of term notices. The Forbidden Forest is, as it's name applies, forbidden. (He looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione when he said this) Mr. Filch has a list of all items banned from Hogwarts. (He looked at Fred and George) You may see it posted in his office. Returning for Defense Against the Dark Arts will be Mr. Remus Lupin." Dumbledore had to stop there because every student in the Great Hall (including the Slytherins) were cheering.
"Yes, yes," Dumbledore continued, "quiet down now. Now, the Ministry would rather me not tell any of you. But Lord Voldemort has returned. As the sorting hat said, we must unite if we are to face him. I implore you to find friends outside your house and year. But now, it is time for bed." Dumbledore ushered the students off to bed, with still no clue as to who the Dragons were.