Disclaimer: If you recognize something I don't own it. For the most part JKR owns that. And I don't make any money here.
I just saw someone wearing a lime green shirt, over magenta shorts, with purple suspenders…walk into a wall and disappear.
I guess I know where the train platform is.
Hurrying through the crowd I make my way through the wall also and find an overfull platform with children, teens, adults, frogs, owls, cats and an overabundance of emotion. Between apprehension from the younger children, to excitement from many of the teens, to nervousness and longing all around.
I really have to wonder why my primary emotions are exasperation and happiness.
Moving into the train and finding an empty compartment, I sit down with the charms book and begin to read.
Soon, after the train starts moving, the compartment I'm sitting in gets visited upon by a freckled redhead, one who just seems to ooze greed and jealousy. The door is slammed open and the redhead claims;
"Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full." Which I find rather doubtful but plausible. An inclined head in acknowledgement later I'm being introduced to a Ronald Weasley.
"Harry Potter", I state this shortly, attempting to get the message across that I don't want to talk.
"The Harry Potter?" he blurts with a worrisome amount of awe, and just a little too much jealousy, "Do you have the scar?"
"Yes." Wow rude much? The first question I receive is about a scar? And dense if he doesn't get I don't want to talk.
"Can I see it?" The expectance in his tone and feel of annoyance he's letting off is too much, I leave the compartment to find somewhere else.
Walking through the train I look for nervousness and apprehension that would signify another new student, maybe I'll find someone I can stand to be around.
Moving through the train I come across a pair of twins who look foreign. I knock on the door a couple times before poking my head in;
"Do you mind if I sit here? My previous compartment was rudely invaded."
"Oh sure, I don't mind", the one with the embroidery hoop sitting on her lap says
I take a moment to get a better look at the girls, both have the same black hair and mocha skin common in India, one is excited, the other is shy. The excited one is stitching a rather impressive sparrow, while the other is seeming to hide behind our history text.
The silence is awkward for a bit before I introduce myself;
"Hello, Harry Potter nice to meet you miss…?"
"Patil, my name is Pavarti, this is Padma. I've heard your name before… never mind!" she must have seen the uncomfortable look on my face and taken the hint.
"Nice to meet the Misses Patils, please feel free to call me Harry." With a soft smile hoping to diffuse the tension.
"Pavarti", with a nod from the embroidering
"Padma", with a slight lessening of tension in the shoulders
The silence is comfortable now. The only interruptions when come when Pavarti accidently stabs herself.
About 2 hours into the journey we're happened upon again, this time by the blonde, I think it was Draco Malfoy, I met within the robe shop. He knocks briefly before fully opening the door and standing in the portal with two brutes a step back and to the side away, like bodyguards.
"Greetings, my name is Draco Malfoy, of the noble house of Malfoy, and I wish to offer Harry Potter an invitation to speak in another compartment" that somehow sounds all of snobbish, arrogant and magnanimous, while letting off an air of nervousness, loneliness and only a minor tinge of the arrogant tone used.
I shrug and with a 'show me the way', we're off. Down the hall and into another compartment nearer the back of the train.
"Firstly, allow me to apologize for my rude behavior in Madam Malkin's, I didn't realize you were Heir Potter." I groan and he stops to look at me weirdly.
"Please don't be one of those 'the boy-who-lived is here' types, it's getting on my nerves really fast." I say into the palm sitting on my face.
"Okay, Heir Potter, I'll see to it I'm not a fanboy." There is a tinge of amusement is his voice, annoying. But…
"Okay, what's this 'heir potter' business?" it sounds formal but I'm not really sure why I'm being addressed as such.
Draco looks as though he swallowed something unpleasant, "You don't know?"
"No, I don't, I wish people would stop assuming I know everything, when I only found out this wasn't a rather elaborate hoax last month." My exasperated grumblings cease at the calculative glint materializing in Draco's eye.
"I'll have to mail my father for reading materials, but I'd suggest we get together soon and start turning you into a proper Heir for the Noble and Ancient House of Potter." There is a dismissal in the tone and no question in the voice, not to mention a feeling of ambition.
Feeling quite out of it I return the compartment with the Patil twins. When I get questioning looks I return with a shrug.
"I'm not sure."
A/N- The thing about natural Empathy abilities is you don't know they're weird if no one tells you.