David Prewitt looked at us each one by one, as if he knew everything about us.
"You survived He-who-must-not-be named?" Ron asked, with a tone of fright in his voice. David nodded.
"Voldmort killed my family-" Ron flinched at the sound of the name.
"So that's his name!" Carrie shouted.
"Yes," David said cooly. "He killed my entire family, but I was the only one to survive, for a reason even I do not undertsand." Keith and I were listening raptly, while Ron and Carrie were cowering.
"You don't seem to mad about this." Keith said trying not to sound rude. David's profile turned different. His once cool, blond hair seemed to change color, and thin lines formed on his mouth.
"What do you think?" David said angriliy. "Voldemort killed my ENTIRE family, what kind of moronic question is that?!" Keith was about to appologize, when a loud horn blew.
"We need to get on the train!" Ron shouted. We ran through the middle of the paltform, and ran into a gigantic scarlet steam engine, which was puffing large clouds of smoke. David threw a compartment door open, and we stepped inside.
There were no adults in the compartments. Hundreds of kids were sitting in the seats, some quietly, and others shouting themselves hoarse.
"I think there's an empty compartment in the back," Ron said. "Let's check it out." We walked through the compartments, and reached the very last, and smallest one. There were only three people in there, two were huddled close together, one with metalic green glasses and dark blond hair, and the other was taller, with light blond. They were apparently whispering to eachother, and I only caught a few words.
"Nah! You'll never make the Quidditch team, Jonathan."
"Don't be so sure, Charles! I've been practicing all summer!" There was the word "Quidditch" again. I looked at the third person in the compartment. He was short and skinny, with jet-black hair and green eyes. On his forehead was an odd-shapped scar, forming a lightning bolt. Ron was excited and nervous.
"That's him!" He whispered. "Harry Potter!" Carrie was about to go over to him, when the two others came.
"Hi." They said.
"Yo," I said back to them. "Who are you?"
"My name is Jonathan," The boy with glasses said. "And this is Charles." He pointed to the other. Charles waved.
"Do you know who that is?" Ron asked them, pointing at Harry.
"Of course," Said Charles. "He's Harry Potter!" The saying of his name that loud brought Harry over to us.
"Excuse me," He said. "Did someone say my name?" I shook my head.
"We were just talking about you," David said. Jonathan, Charles, and Ron were very sielent.
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"My name is David," He expalined. "This is Doug, Carrie, Keith and Ron." Harry nodded.
"Ron helped me onto the platform." Ron practicly fainted at being addressed by Harry.
"When did you get your owl?" Harry asked David. David laughed.
"Didn't get one," He said. We stared. "I'd have to go anyway, mind you. But everyone thinks I'm going because my parents did...." He did not continue.
"We got our owl at a sleep-over," Carrie explained. All of them, except David, looked confused.
"Never mind," Keith said, extremly annoyed this time.
"Have a seat," Harry asked us. We took a seat next to Harry.
"Sorry to leave so early," Jonathan said. "But it appears that Fred and Geroge are talking about secret passagways out of the school." The left.
"Who are Fred and George?" I asked curiously.
"My twin brothers," Ron said gloomily. "They know jsut about every secret about the school."
"How many brothers do you have?"
"Five," Ron said sadly. "Fred,George, Percy, Bill and Charlie."
"Where are they now?" David asked. Ron thought.
"Fred and George are in the front compartment, Percy is way up front with the prefects(he always brags about that) and Bill and Charlie both left Hogwarts." He took a deep breath from saying so much. Carrie shrugged.
The train ride was very uneventful, nothing much was done except talking. According to Harry, he had been picked up by Hagrid to, which was a relief, because I hoped we weren't the only ones who were clueless wizards.
Chapter Six: The Sorting
The train ride lasted several hours. I was beginning to feel drowzy, when a PA on the train like the one at my school went on.
"We will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes," It announced. "Please do not take your items with you. Our men will take them to your dormitoires sepparately." I felt a great leap of excitment. We were almost there! I put Aries cage safely next to my trunk, and Harry opened the door We didn't have to wait at all when we reached the front of the train. In fact, we were one of the last people off the train; the walk was so long. When we hopped off the train, I spotted our current location. We were at an outdoor trainstation, and lying straight ahead of us was a majestic lake, in which I thought I saw something large and slimly swim through. I then spotted Hagrid, who was helping other new people onto row boats to cross the lake.
"Is that all the firs' years?" He called.
"No!" Keith shouted "Wait for us!" Hagrid nodded, and we ran over.
"Four to a boat," Hagrid announced, and Ron,David, Harry and I took a seat on a boat. I looked around for Keith and Carrie. Carrie was sitting next to Hermione ,whom we did not see on the train. Keith was there as well, along with another who i was not farmilliar with. I shrugged. David and Harry did the oring, while I asked Ron a few questions.
"What is this 'Quidditch'?" I asked him. Ron looked back in frank amazment.
"It's the wizard sport," He explained. "It's played on broomsticks, and there are teams at the school. It's really to complicated for me to explain." Great, I thought. All further travel would either be by train or to the 'Wizard of Oz' extreme. But I put this out of my mind.
"Look!" Harry exclaimed, pointing ahead. I turned. In fromt of us was a magnificant castle, which looked as if it could fit the Pentagon inside. We stared in awe, even when we were walking up a sloped lawn to it.
"HOLY!"
David shouted. "THAT THING IS HUGE!!!" We walked inside, to find ourselves in a hall large enough to fit an ordinary household in it. Waiting for us was a witch, one of whom you could not call young or old. She looked rather strict, and spoke in a crisp Scottish accent."Welcome, to Hogwarts!" She told them. "I am your Transifaration teacher, Proffeser McGonagall." We all said hi. "In a few minutes," She explained. "She will be sorted into the four houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Based on your family or character, that's how you will be picked for each one." That was the thing Hagrid left out when he was explaining about the houses. Familiy.
"Now," She continued, looking at us once again. "At Hogwarts, we have a special ceromony called the House Cup. We deal points and take away points based on your behavior of extended knowledge. The house with the most points win the cup." She smiled.
"That is all I have to tell you," She said. "Please wait here while we prepare the sorting ceromony." A babel of talk broke out. Most of the crowd was shaking with fear, while some others, Hermione Granger, for example, were telling everything they knew about the school. A boy with pale skin walked up to us, and looked at Harry.
"So," He said in a loud, boring kind of voice. "If it isn't perfect Potter," Ron and Harry gritted their teeth. David's face was full of inexpresseble anger. Veins were popping in his skin, and he made towards the boy.
"David!" Harry yelled. "Control yourself! It's just Draco Malfoy!" I took this name to be "vile", and "evil". David looked shocked.
"You should be just as mad as I am!" He said through gritted teeth. Harry looked confused, but turned to Draco.
"Go away, Draco," He said calmly. "Or next time, I wont hold him back." David nodded, and then flexed his fists. Draco smirked, but looked worried.
"I would watch your back Potter," Draco said. "And same to you, Prewitt. We wouldn't want you making the same mistakes your parents did."
To Be Continued, See part Five!
A/N: I know, not much action yet. But be patient, it gets extremly exciting and scary later. Thanks for reading this!
