"Hi Harry, hi Ron, nice summer?" Hermione Granger greeted
her friends with an excited air.
"Yeah, sure. Getting
attacked by Voldemort three times is really nice. Still can't understand why
Dumbledore won't let me stay with the Weasleys. So, was it fun there in China?"
Harry said, looking over Hermione's shoulder to see Ron being kissed by Mrs
Weasley.
"Yeah! It was great! We saw the—"
"Hiya guys! Harry, I heard that you
got attacked by Voldemort, didn't ya?" Fred asked, looking excited.
"Yeah, what did he look like? Did he
really—" George started.
"Oy! The train's going!" Ron shouted
as he held the door open for them.
In a few minutes, Harry, Ron and
Hermione headed for the last compartment. They were startled to see a boy and a
girl in there (it was usually empty).
He was about their age. His sapphire
blue eyes reflected on his wisdom. Brushing his neat brown hair out of his
eyes, he gave them a huge, friendly grin. "He..he's simply gorgeous!" Hermione
thought. They turned their attention to the girl. Her features were a
combination of European sensuality and Chinese delicacy. Her head was crowned
with thick silky black-jet hair and had lustrous dark brown eyes.
"Hello, Harry. I'm Jimmy Prosperi and
this is my sis—Virginie Prosperi," the boy finally spoke when Harry was
beginning to think that they were mute.
"Er…hi. This is Ron and Hermione,"
Harry said uncertainly.
"Hi, pleased to meet you," he said to
Ron and Hermione. "Heard you got attacked by Voldemort, are you okay?" He asked
Harry.
Harry was equally surprised as Ron and
Hermione. Very few people dared to say Voldemort's name, besides, it was the
first time they heard a Hogwarts student call the Dark lord by his name.
Before Harry had the chance to reply,
the compartment door slid open and Malfoy came in, flanked by Vincent Crabbe
and Gregory Goyle.
"Potty and Weasel…So, the Dark lord
didn't manage to kill you? That too bad…Ah, and even with the Mudblood
protecting you—"
"Tsk…Tsk…Malfoy, your grammar has
improved tremendrously since the last time I saw you. So, you're using the word
Mudblood, eh? If I still remember, whose grandmother was a Mudbl-" Virginie
Prosperi was speaking, advancing on Malfoy fearlessly.
"Fool!" He said to her. But Harry
could've sworn that there was fear in Malfoy's eyes when Virginie was speaking.
"C'mon," he beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle.
"Wow!" Ron said after Malfoy left, he
was staring at Virginie as if she possessed some kind of power.
"Thanks, Virg," Jimmy smiled. Virginie
just grinned back.
"Erm…Virginie?" Hermione said rather
awkwardly.
"Yes?"
"What were you saying about Malfoy's
grandmother as a Mudblood? I thought all Malfoys are pure-blood?"
"The Hogwarts Express will be arriving
in ten minutes," a voice was heard.
" We'd better get changed," Harry
said, searching for his robes.
"'kay." Came all four replies.
A/N: How
ya like my first chapter? I'm not a very good writer, but I'll give it my best
shot.J
