Yaaaaaay. Mooooreeee..
Read the first for that disclaimer thingymabob.
Now. I'm a lazy bum, so i skip around a bit. i'll miss things i don't have a particular want to write. But they might come up later. i'll make little fancy flashback moments or something, to tell you that stuff happened and what not. in anycase. We're moving forward!
"It's September first!" Lloyd woke Harry up, yet again, with a cheerful yell and this time, jumping on the black haired preteen's bed. Harry blinked awake to find the magically 11-year olds face a few inched away from his own, warm brown eyes sparkling. "Wake up, Harry! There's a train to catch!" Harry put his hand in Lloyd's face and shoved the hyper preteen from his face, his other hand reaching for his glasses only for Lloyd to laugh and put them on the black-haired boy.
Harry wasn't completely clear on how they got to Kings Crossing. He was fairly certain that cars that looked like boats didn't exist to drive on streets. Especially when they got out and he walked down the street with Lloyd and Kratos for a few minutes, and stopped at Yuan's shout to find the vehicle completely gone and the blue haired man racing to join up with them. Lloyd was grinning widely, so he guessed it was... normal. Like anything could be normal with this group.
"We have to walk into a brick wall?" Lloyd asks, staring at the wall, keeping his cage along with him. His trunk, or at least what he claimed had all his clothes and other supplies, was a pouch upon his belt. The teen wore a red jacket, without the stud-like buttons or streamers, but had a white scarf to make up for the lack of the latter, and dark slacks. Harry had a sweater of Aurian make, which meant it wasn't knit, but of dark green fabric resistant to stain and fire, and jeans. Kratos and Yuan were with them this time, the red-haired man wearing a navy turtleneck and jeans, his hands in his pockets as he watched the normal folk with half closed eyes, the blue haired in a dark jacket, red shirt and jeans. Lloyd shrugged a second later. "Well, not the strangest thing I've ever been told to do. I'll try." Ms Weasley and the youngest five of the family waited for Lloyd to wander through the wall, and vanish rather than crunch into it. Percy and the Twins vanished through the bricks next, and then Harry followed by Kratos, a personal shadow with an opposite twin of Yuan. Lloyd was seen darting through people toward a violet train, Aeros vocally displeased, but not angry enough to beat at the cage with his wings.
"Lloyd! Get a compartment-"
"-For your brother and Ron!" the twins shout, moving up to the train, talking to a dark skinned youth. Percy had already vanished, and Ron, his mother and sister, were right behind Kratos and Harry. Lloyd waves that he heard them, and jumps into the train, nearly braining someone with Aeros's cage. Kratos had a slight smirk on as he watched. Harry crammed on behind them, his own trunk getting the help of Kratos to get on the train.
"We'll see you diagonally." Yuan calls to the Weasley group, heading off. Ms Weasley was talking to her brood before the train let out a piercing whistle that caused Kratos to flinch and cover their ears, Lloyd mimicking the gesture from inside the compartment he was saving for Ron and Harry. The Weasleys quickly scattered back onto the train, Ron finding their compartment as Ginny ran alongside the train for a few seconds, Kratos remaining still on the platform with Ms Weasley.
"Trains are pretty fast." Lloyd says, his attention on the landscape as it moves past them. Harry and Ron take up seats near the brunette teen.
"What did Yuan mean by that? 'See you diagonally.' Isn't diagonally a direction?" Harry asks, suddenly remembering the blue haired man's words.
"They're both mad, it's probably nothing." Lloyd mutters.
"They were going to go to Diagon Alley with Ginny and Mum." Lloyd blinks, looking at Ron and thinking by his expression. "Something about looking into potions." Lloyd suddenly grins, laughing.
"I get it! Diagonally. Diagon Alley. Ha!" Around noon a trolley came by full of Wizarding snacks and candies, Lloyd and Harry got a handful or each, Lloyd promptly dumping all but the chocolates on Ron.
"These are great." Lloyd said, snatching a chocolate frog from the air and shoving it head first into his mouth. "Need to send some to dad. Do you think they'll melt if I kept 'em in my pocket until tomorrow?"
"They're enchanted, they shouldn't."
"Great. Dad'll get a kick out of these." Lloyd then shoved a handful of the chocolates in his pants pocket. A sugar filled hour later, a teary boy opened their compartment door.
"Sorry." He said. "But have you seen a toad at all?" Lloyd blinks at him, one chocolaty leg poking from his mouth as the frog he'd just popped in continued to fight. When they shook their heads, the boy wailed. "I've lost him! He just keeps getting away from me!"
"Put a leash on him." Lloyd says, wiping chocolate from his face, as Harry offers "He'll turn up."
"Yes." The boy says miserably. "Well, if you see him..." and with that, he slid the door shut. Lloyd moved from his window seat to lean against the wall of the compartment next to the door. From the way his eyes traveled, he was getting restless. He leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head, and appeared to start to sleep. The compartment door opened again, and three boys entered. Harry recognized the one that Lloyd had almost jumped in the middle, and from the way that Lloyd's eyes narrowed when he glanced at the platinum blond, he did too.
"Is it true?" the boy asks. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, isn't it?"
"Yes." Harry says, looking at the blonde's shadows. Body guards, mean looking, maybe.
"Oh, this is Crabbe, and this is Goyle." The pale boy says carelessly, noting where Harry was looking. "And my name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Ron coughed slightly and Draco looked at him, missing Lloyd's shift from sprawled to sitting up and intently watching. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." He did a slight double take. "What's this? A Weasley not in hand-me-downs? Did you steal those clothes or something?" Crabbe and Goyle chuckle stupidly like the lackeys they seemed to be.
"So, you just a snob?" Lloyd asks his voice a drawl like Yuan's when the half-elf was saying something particularly sarcastic. "Or do you have a pole shoved so far up your ass that it's affecting your brain and the way your head sits? Oh, right. What brain?" Crabbe and Goyle didn't shut up fast enough to not seem like they were laughing at what Lloyd said, as Ron turned red and Harry blinked once or twice. Somehow, the light made Lloyd's eyes dance with flicks of red. Malfoy didn't go red, he went paler with fury.
"And just who are you?"
"I don't see the need to introduce myself to someone who clings to possessions and blood for social status." Lloyd says, still with Yuan's drawl and mischievous glint to his eyes.
"A mud blood, then. Or a muggle-born." Draco brushes off Lloyd as simple as that, and in turning away, missed Lloyd's tightening of his jaw. "You have to start associating with the right families, Potter. Some are much better than others. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Draco offered his hand to Harry, who stared at his hand like it was something dangerous, as Lloyd slowly stood.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.." Harry says. Now Draco's face changed color, to a pale pink across his cheeks.
"Be careful, Potter. You hang around riff raff like the Weasleys and mixed bloods, it'll rub off on you." Harry and Ron stood, Ron looking a little nervous about the tension suddenly in the cabin. Lloyd was clenching and unclenching his jaw and fists, his eyes in a glare.
"Say that again." Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
"Oh, you going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.
"Splendid idea." Lloyd breathes, his voice dangerously cold as he cracked his knuckles, gaining the three's attention once more. "I think I'm liking that one. Don't go crying to your dear right sort of family when I beat the snot out of you." Harry grabbed Lloyd's arm.
"Unless you leave right now." Harry says. He'd seen Lloyd spar with Kratos and Yuan, he knew what the elder version of the teen could do, and he didn't want to see what the pre-teen could.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some." Malfoy says. Crabbe reaches for some sweets between Lloyd and Harry, and the brunette twists his arm out of Harry's grasp, grabbing Crabbe's in a red-gloved grip. The larger boy grunts and stops, his arm pale about Lloyd's hand.
"I'll give you a count of five, and then a free punch, if you like." Lloyd says, voice still dangerously cold, his grip keeping Crabbe's arm still despite the larger boy's grunting and yanking. "At me, not the other two. How about it? It'll be three against one, if your little prissy master will deign to get his hands dirty. I'm betting that it'll be two on one, you bully boys against me." Malfoy went white-pale again as Lloyd released Crabbe's arm, the large boy taking a step back and holding his arm. Malfoy reached over and slapped Lloyd across the face. Lloyd's head barely moved from the pale boy's full armed blow, and Lloyd retaliated by slamming his fist into Malfoy's face, cracking the nose and sending blood flowing, gaining a yelp from the boy.
"Wow. You hit like a girl." Lloyd says, moving his jaw, and then touching his cheek. "Wait, no. I know girls who hit harder. You hit like someone who's never had to lift a finger to defend themselves in their life." Malfoy was busying himself with stemming the blood from his apparently broken nose, while Crabbe made a louder, angrier grunt, and swung for Lloyd's face. Lloyd moved enough that his head wouldn't completely jerk about from the blow, but his nose did crack and spout blood. Lloyd, unlike Malfoy, didn't yelp at the blow, but grinned through the blood. "That's more like it! I don't have to worry so much about hitting you." Lloyd twisted away from Goyle, and slammed his shoulder into Crabbe, his fist moving under his shoulder to slam into the larger male's gut, sending him staggering back. Footsteps pounded down the hall, as Lloyd moved for Goyle, his arms pulled back to launch a flurry of fists that hit as often as not, sending him out into the hall, although Lloyd was clipped on the side of the face first. Malfoy had moved outside the compartment when Lloyd moved in on Crabbe, which only left Goyle in the hall, before he too vanished. A bushy haired brunette girl, in new Hogwarts robes, came up next.
"What is going on here?" she asked, taking in the slight mess in the compartment due to food and their wrappings, and the mess on Lloyd due to a bruise forming on the side of his face and his bloody nose. "You've been fighting, haven't you? You'll get in trouble before we even get there!"
"Yeah." Lloyd says with a casual shrug as he pulls an already stained cloth out of his pocket and holds it to his nose. "This isn't anything bad, though. Besides, rule of self-defense. They hit me first; therefore anything I did to them was purely defense." Lloyd fixes his own nose with a crack that makes the bushy-haired girl and Ron shudder, and blows more blood out into his cloth. "I've had worse." His warm brown eyes darken; harden, for a second, before he turns to the girl. "Did you need something?" he asks cheerfully, still holding the stained cloth to his nose.
"No- you'd better hurry up and put your robes on. I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there." The girl looks at Lloyd as he cheerfully feels his hands, then uses the glass to try to see if his nose was relatively strait. "You're a complete savage, aren't you?"
"No." Lloyd says with a grin, fixing his nose again with another awful noise. "I know how to use silverware, read, and I can cook things other than meat on a stick over an open flame."
"Do you mind leaving so we can change?" Ron asks as the girl blinks at Lloyd's response, and then shuts the compartment door. Lloyd grumbled as he pulled the robes over his head, removing the scarf only to put it back on once he finished, leaving jacket and gloves in place. Ron and Harry shed their jackets before putting on their robes.
"I'm wearing a dress." Was Lloyd's main complaint. "Now I understand why mages don't run, or don't move quickly. It's because you can't wearing these things." Lloyd complains as he moves about the cabin, getting his feet tangled with the cloth.
"Don't just step, kick your feet out, then bring your foot back a little to step." Ron offers. "That's what my brothers said to do."(1)
"Lloyd, you didn't have to break his nose." Harry says, shifting his robes.
"It was going to be his nose, or his arm. I figured I'd get in more trouble for breaking his arm than his nose." Lloyd says casually, shifting his clothes beneath his robe. "Worse case, his nose will heal crooked, and he'll either hate, or be scared of me for the rest of school. And broken noses heal a lot faster than broken arms. He'll be fine."
yeah. I had fun with that.
(1) I figured out how to walk in one(robe). Cosplay/Halloween. I understand why Mages/Wizards have low Agl/AC/Def... they can barely move quickly while keeping their Wizardly Dignaty (aka, not hiking up their robes and dashing)... and mine is warm/heavy.
Reveiw with those questionies you have growing, if you like. I don't really have anything I thought to (2), But if you all have confusions, lemme know. but if i think its too spoilerish, i wont tell ya :D