Chapter 4
It was 10:45; we had fifteen minutes to get all of my stuff on the train and to find people for me to sit with. I followed my mother through the barrier to Platform 9 3/4, where the Hogwarts Express was. I have done this for the past 4 years but this year was different, I wasn't going to just watch it leave the station, I was going to be on it.
"John, we'll be with your sister to make sure she gets settled and we want to see our little girl off," my mother told my brother. "You can do whatever you want but be sure to say goodbye before the train leaves. Okay?"
"Fine," he muttered while glaring at me with a look of pure hatred.
What if I don't make any friends? I thought. Everyone around me was laughing and having a good time, but I knew no one. What if I make friends but they are put in a different house and I have no one? What if I'm put in Slytherin? My mind was whirling as the doubts and "what-ifs" flew through my mind.
I dumbly followed my parents onto the train to "find a compartment of nice looking first years." I desperately tried not to think very hard about the train ride or of the Sorting that lay at the end of the train ride.
My parents stopped in front of a compartment. "Are you picky about what part of the train you sit in?" asked my father lovingly.
"No," came my short reply, I didn't want to talk a lot.
"You can't sit in there," came a snooty voice, "that compartment is for seventh year Slytherins only. And you are what, a first year?"
I turned to look at the speaker, whom I was sure I wouldn't like. I saw a drop dead gorgeous guy about 17 or 18 standing behind me. His blonde hair was slicked back against his head and his deep blue eyes were glaring at us as he scowled. "S-s-sorry," I stammered, "I-I'll find another compartment." He was so hot; I couldn't speak correctly to him.
"Dracy Draco," came an imitation of a singy-song voice. "Where are you? I've been looking for you for ages. Not in any trouble are you? Remember your agreement with McGonagall," a pug faced girl walked around the corner.
"Shut up Pansy, not so loud. Do you want the whole school to know?" hissed the hot guy. Draco, was it?
"Malfoy, what the hell are you doing to Kylie?" Hermione's voice reached my ears.
"Who the hell is Kylie? Her?" he looked at me with interest, or was it my imagination?
Pug face, Pansy grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him into the compartment hissing quietly so that I could barely hear her, "No, I won't let you go to Azkaban now that you're not exactly in His service anymore." She shut the door, blocking my view of hot Draco.
"Sorry you had to meet with him," snarled Harry, his face contorted with anger. "He's a Death Eater, stay away from him."
"I can't believe he had the nerve to show up this year," commented Ron, his face just as angry. "He was sent to kill Dumbledore and he had to add insult to injury by showing up."
"Do you need a place to sit Kylie?" asked Hermione, obviously trying to change the subject, although she also looked really angry. "There's a compartment of first years, would you like to sit with them?"
"Sure," I replied with my mind still on Mr. H-O-T Fine, "is that okay mom?"
"Of course dear, have fun and I'll see at Christmas." She gave me a big hug and kiss to my displeasure and whispered in my ear, "Stay away from that Draco fellow."
"See ya kiddo," sniffed my dad. He ruffled my hair and turned away so I wouldn't see him crying, unlike my mother who was sobbing buckets.
I walked away quickly away from my parents with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Why did they have to cry? It was so embarrassing. My guides took me to a nearly full compartment; I peered in to see my travel mates. They were all girls, pale and quiet. One was blonde, two were brunettes (one had almost black hair) and two were red-heads. My travel buddies.
