Chapter 3: Enter the Golden Trio…..and Co.

…Shame his mother likes him…" a boy with red hair said as he walked into our compartment with another boy, who had jet black hair and glasses, and a girl, who had rather frizzy and unruly brown hair. The three of them looked at the two of us and we looked back at them. As silence filled the room, Storm got up and walked towards the girl and lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "May we help you with something?" Her face tinted red but she quickly recovered and pushed him away."Do you mind if we share the compartment with the two of you? Everywhere else is full."

I then got up and knelt before the girl and took her hand in mine, "It'll be an honor to share a compartment with such a lovely lady," I said my lips grazing the back of her hand. Her face once again red, she shook her hand to get me off, "Stop saying such rubbish."

"But love, it is the absolute truth," I grinned down at her. "I took an oath as the sublime knight I am to never tell a lie."

"Well I'm quite sorry to inform you, but you're being very hypocritical. Calling yourself a noble knight is a lie in itself," She replied cooly.

"My my, aren't we quick with comebacks?" Storm smirked.

I drew my attention away from the girl herself and focused on all three of them. "So what year are you guys in?" I asked them all, as they sat down in front of us.

"We're 4th years, what about you two?" the boy with black hair answered.

"Ah we're 4th years too, I'm Storm Demona and this is…"

"Silver Demona," I completed his sentence.

"Pleasure to meet you," we both said in unison. The look on those three's faces were quite amusing. The dark haired boy's eyes widen to such a point that they were almost the same size as his glasses' frames and the red head's jaw dropped and stared in awe. The girl's face was starting to red again, not from embarrassment but what I assume to be anger. We sat there looking at their amusing expressions, after looking at each other I said, "Well, aren't you all going to tell us your names?"

"Oh, uh my name is Ron Weasley," said the boy with red hair.

"Hermione Granger," said the girl.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter," said the boy with the glasses.

With that the compartment door slid open revealing 3 boys, whose names I learned are Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan , and Neville Longbottom. All 3 seemed very surprised to see me and Storm but after their shock they began to talk about the Quidditch World Cup. Seamus and Dean soon left, leaving the compartment door open, Neville stayed behind.

"Gran didn't want to go," he said miserably. "Wouldn't buy tickets. It sounded amazing though."

"Oh you didn't go Neville? That makes…" Storm started.

"…three of us," I finished.

"Must you two talk like that?" Hermione asked without glancing up from The Standard Book of Spells Grade 4.

"Now now Hermione," I said smirkingly, "Whatever are you…"

"…talking about?" Storm finished he too had a smirk on his face. All eyes were on us.

"You do bloody well know what I'm talking about," she said rather angrily, "Starting and finishing each other's sentences. It's rather annoying."

Storm went to her and put a hand on her cheek, "I'm so sorry my fair maiden…"

"…it'll never happen again." I finished following in suit. She pushed us away and opened her mouth but it seemed like she couldn't say anything. Demonas one, Hermione zero. Then there was someone coughing, moving everyone eyes to the source of the cough, which happened to be Ron.

"So, why weren't you two able to go to the World Cup?" Ron asked.

"Oh, well it's not like we didn't have money, we were grounded," said Storm.

"What? I thought you two didn't have any parents," Harry asked.

"Oh, well we were grounded by the Ministry. I believe the correct term is house arrest," I told Harry and the rest of them. "They didn't seem to think it was a good idea for us to be loose during such a big event. They had the craziest idea that we'd pull some pranks on the spectators of the World Cup..."

"And so they kept us at the Leaky Cauldron until the event was over," Storm said, "So where were you all seated?"

"We were so close to the players!" said Ron excitedly, "We got seats in the top box…"

"For the first and last time in your life, Weasley."

A boy with white blond hair and two thuggish boys appeared in the doorway. "Don't remember asking you to join us, Malfoy," said Harry coolly.

"Weasley…what is that?"said Malfoy pointing to a sleeve of what seemed to be dress robes. He quickly grabbed the sleeve to reveal the very old fashioned dress robes. "Look at it! Weasley, you weren't thinking of wearing these, right?" I started to laugh but quickly bit back and snatched the robes away from the boy's hands. Cool character mode switch on.

"You know, you shouldn't take things…" I started with a cold voice.

"… that don't belong to you," Strom finished matching the tone of my voice. If I was watching the scene I'd probably be squealing about how fucking awesome I was.

"This is coming from the Demon Twins?" Malfoy asked eyebrow raised.

"Touché," smirked Storm, "But I do believe you've stayed here a bit longer than welcomed so I do ask you to leave." With that he opened the door and mocked a bow leading the way out of the compartment.

"Are you two going to enter?"

"Why would we enter?" I asked.

"Yeah," Storm agreed. "I'd rather not risk life or limb for something as silly as fame or glory."

"Well, Potter you going to enter? Although, I shouldn't really ask; we all know you will, never miss a chance to show off do you Potter?" Malfoy asked Harry, turning his attention away from us.

"Explain what you're talking about or go away," said Hermione testily from behind her book.

"Don't tell me you don't know! My father told me ages ago… heard it from Fudge. Father's always associated with the top people at the Ministry….Maybe your father's too junior to know about it, Weasley." And with that Malfoy left his two thuggish friends following. Ron went to the door and slammed it close.

"Ron!" Hermione said and she pulled out her wand and said, "Reparo!"

"Well, he seems pleasant," I said.

"I take you all aren't friends with him?" Storm asked.

"No, he and the other damned Slytherins are always talking down onto other people," Ron said angrily.

"I'm sure Slytherin can't be that bad."

"Just about everyone who's Slytherin becomes a Death Eater."

"Oh, so if we were sorted into Slytherin we'd become Death Eaters too?" I asked Ron.

"No not right away. But the more you hang out with them the more likely you'll be influenced to become one," Ron said. Harry was looking at Ron dumbfounded.

"'Influenced' that's probably the biggest and smartest word I've ever heard you say Ron," Harry commented.

"Shut up Harry."

"See? This is why world peace can never be achieved. We humans are too judgmental," I commented, referring to Ron's obvious dislike for people from the house of Slytherin.

"C'mon you guys, I can see the castle," said Hermione, "We should get changed." We all nodded in agreement.