I am not JK Rowling, and, anything that looks like hers, most likely is. Review if you would like.
The next morning was a blur of activity. People running up and down stairs, various states of dressed, toast half eaten. Trunks were all carried down, getting in the way of everyone else. All in all a chaotic mess, just like every other year. Luckily, no major accidents happened. Minor ones, including a missing toad (Trevor, of course), a bruised elbow (Ron's) and a trodden toe (Harry's) are, of course, expected when transporting 5 teens, 5 trunks and 2 owls.
At half past 9, they all piled into taxis-they only needed 2 this time, thankfully, and off to Kings Cross. The ride was uneventful, even though the drivers DID look a tad surprised to be transporting real live owls, and they arrived at Kings Cross at half passed 10.
In small groups, so as to not attract the Muggle's bustling by, they crossed the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Hermione, Ron and Harry went first, followed by Ginny, Neville and Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley couldn't make it because of work. It was especially busy at the Ministry due to to upswing of Voldemort and the Death eaters activities. Bill wasn't able to get the time off work, and both Fred and George had to be at their shop. The beginning of the school season was always busy at Weasley's wizarding Wheezes, with late students, and older siblings buying Skiving snack boxes for the poor unfortunate students, to be owl'ed as soon as parents weren't looking.
The sight of the train made the entire group feel happy, and, in Mrs Weasley's case, relieved. Not that she wanted her children to go, but, they were much safer at Hogwarts then at the Burrow, or Grimmauld place for that matter.
It was, for the most part, their last year. It was both sad, and liberating knowing that they weren't going to have to do this trip again. They would, in a years time, if things continued as they were, be joining up with the Order of the Pheonix and be able to really help the wizarding community. It was sad because, for both Hermione and Harry, Hogwarts had become more of a home then anywhere else. They felt that the 6 years had gone by entirely too quickly, that this was too soon for them to be in their last year.
These thoughts were brushed away at the site of some of their house-Dean Thomas and Seamus were waving at them from one of the trains compartment. Neville and Ginny hugged Mrs Weasley, Neville thanking her for everything, and started dragging their trunks towards the back of the train, where Dean and Seamus were.
"Come come now, dears, best get going" Mrs Weasley said distractedly. "The trains leaving any moment now."
She herded the trio towards the train, after Neville and Ginny. They dragged their trunks, which, like themselves, had grown over the 6 years at Hogwarts. Hermione and Ginny both had some problems getting their trunks-which seemed heavier then the boy's-up the stairs and into the compartment. Harry and Ron came to their rescue, however, and got all the trunks stashed away quite nicely.
They hung their heads out the window, to say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, but they weren't the only students. In fact, not one platform facing window was devoid of students smiling faces.
"Owl me when you lot get there! Take care of Ginny, and yourselves, and BEHAVE" Mrs Weasley shouted over the other families, so that they could hear her.
The train puffed some smoke, and started trundling down the tracks. Some of the younger siblings ran after the train, while mothers and fathers just waved from their places.
"Bye mom", "We'll be fine", "Thanks for everything Mrs. Weasley!" came the shouts from the window.
When the platform was out of view, the group turned back towards their compartment, to enjoy their last trip on the Hogwarts express.
The trip couldn't have been any more different for one Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince extrodinaire.
He was woken up by his house elf, Tinky, at 9:00. He changed into his breakfast things (one simply could not have a meal in pajamas, not in this house) and went down the 3 floors to where his mother was enjoying her tea and grapefruit. Heaven forbid Narcissa eating something even remotely filling.
"Good Morning dear" Narcissa said sweetly, not even looking up from her copy of the Daily Prophet. "Back to Hogwarts today."
Draco mumbled something completely incoherent in response, while he buttered some toast. He had slept badly that night, terrible dreams haunted him, rendering him unable to sleep properly. He remembered little of the dreams, but what he could remember was fragmented and disturbing, even to one related to Lucius Malfoy.
Narcissa continued, most likely not even hearing her son's mumble. "I've contacted the Ministry of Magic, and the fireplace in your bedroom has been connected, with much difficulty I might add, to Hogwarts. You shall leave at 2:00 to get there early. You will not be staying in the Slytherin common room, mind you. Head boy and girl have their own set of rooms."
"Mother, thank you. Did you find out who was Head Girl, by chance?"Draco asked, thinking he knew who it was, but hoping, dreading, confirmation of such suspicions.
"No, didn't even ask, dear" was the response.
Draco continued his meal in silence. There was nothing more to say to his mother. They never had anything in common, nothing to bind them together, despite all the hard times they've had to deal with. There were times he wished that he could have been closer with his mother-and his father for that matter, but it seemed to be the way of the pureblood, Voldemort following families. As much as he disliked the Weasley's, he was somewhat jealous of their closeness, and cheerful upbringing. That didn't change the fact that he would never be able to do with so little money, but it made him more lonely at night, whenever he thought about it.
Finishing his meal, Draco stood up from the table, and, bowing to his mother, left the dining room. He walked up to his room, which, to be honest, was more a wing of the castle then a mere room. He had a bedroom, a parlor, a bathroom, his own library and a study. All the rooms were decorated in silver and green, although not by his choice. The quarters had already been decorated after his parents released him from the care of a nanny-witch, which was his almost sole company for the first 6 years of his life. He had, of course, absolutely no say in the decoration of his rooms, and could not change them to colors that he preferred.
Draco stripped himself of his breakfast clothing, and walked to his bathroom, looking forward to a nice long soak, his last in his own home. He detested the ones at Hogwarts, citing them as too small and unsanitary.
After his bath, he put some clothing on-black dress pants with a white collared shirt of the best materials, and finished packing his trunk. He laid out his school robes-brand new, of course, on his already made bed, and went to his balcony, to enjoy the view of Malfoy Manor.
He was disturbed only a few moments later by his mother.
"It is time for you to leave, Draco. Behave yourself, study hard and make sure that absolutely no one, not even those of your House, see your mark." Narcissa said, pecked him on the cheek as she would Bellatrix, and left his room without another word.
Draco considered what his mother said, and, sighed, once again wishing that he and his mother were closer. He moved his trunk towards the fireplace, put his school robes on, threw some floo powder into the fire.
"Hogwarts school"
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