Chapter 2- "The Scar and the Shadow"
The Hogwarts Express was a sight to behold. Goji, along with his shadow, marveled at its presence, rather awe-stricken. Just then, Harry Potter had come through the solid barrier, looking a bit disheveled. However, he was also taken aback at the sight of the mighty train.
"It's something else, I'll say." Said Goji to his shadow. Goji's shadow stretched quickly, then turned to see, in his amazement, young Harry walking into the train. "What is it now?" Asked Goji. His shadow pointed to Harry, and Goji jumped for a second. "I'd better get on the train, too!" He said.
There were many children, some Harry's age, others much older, awaiting to be boarded onto the train. Many kids were being haggled by their parents as their showing of love. "I really wish mom could have been here..." Said Goji as he kicked a nearby rock. The rock hit another boy's shoe, and he glanced over at Goji. "Sorry about that." Mumbled Goji, still upset that his mother wasn't there to bid him farewell.
"It's okay, no harm done." The boy said with a smile. Goji smiled back, then began to walk towards the Hogwart's Express. The boy wasn't too odd, though his red hair stuck out like flames amongst the peaceful settings. His mother was bothering him rather irritatingly, which the boy showed quickly. As his mother left him alone to tend to the boy's brothers, both twins, and also very mischievous ("Hey, they remind you of someone, shadow?"), the young boy turned back to Goji.
"Hey, what's with your hair?" Asked the boy. Goji stroked his hand through it; Goji never really gave any thought to his hair, it had always been spikey. His skunk mark, however, was a bit odd, but it was his hair, and had always been that way. Goji turned to the young boy and said, nonchalantly,
"The same as yours, if you'd like to talk about that, too." The boy laughed, then waved his hands.
"Never mind, it's bad enough I have to deal with this fire I have for hair." Goji chuckled, then made his way onto the train.
The inside was almost as beautiful as the exterior, which Goji admired for a while. He made his way through the clatter of kids trying to find places to relax, and through the loud noise of many friends and newcomers alike talking about the journey about to come. Goji finally found a compartment to call his own, though he shared it with several kids who seemed a bit nervous. One of them Goji spotted quickly; it was Neville, the boy from Diagon Alley that Goji's shadow scared.
"Neville, hi!" Said Goji, a bit relieved to know at least one person on the train. Neville looked up nervously, but at the sight of Goji smiled very friendly.
"Goji, how've you been? This train is wonderful, isn't it?" Goji nodded, then sat down next to Neville. "It's a bit odd, being on a train, by yourself, not knowing a soul." Said Neville, shuffling his feet nervously.
"Aw, it's not so bad, at least we know each other." However, Goji's words proved to be a bit wrong when a familiar face had come right into the compartment-it was the boy he ran into at Diagon Alley. His silvery blonde hair glistened from the sunlight's reflection, though the boy's eyes were still cold and cunning.
"Oh boy, it looks like trouble..." Muttered Neville. The boy saw Neville trying hard not to make eye contact with him, and suited him best for his next victim of harrassment.
"Hey, Crabbe, Goyle," Said the boy as his two friends walked alongside of him. "It's little Neville Longbottom, the boy everyone can't help but laugh at!" the boy laughed, as did Crabbe and Goyle as if they were programmed to do so.
"Actually, not everyone's laughed at him." Said Goji in a stern voice. The boy jerked his head towards Goji.
"You. Tell me boy, before I lose interest-what is your name?" Goji stood up, keeping his stare into the boy's eyes. Crabbe and Goyle began to flex their muscles, apparently trying to intimidate Goji. Goji looked at the two and laughed.
"Don't waste yourselves." He said with a sneer. The two just kept flexing, and Goji turned his attention to the boy. "The name's Goji. Goji Mishibita. What's it to you?" The boy simply smiled, as if he had further intentions for Goji, but kept them hidden.
"I like to know the people I'm going to skin alive at Hogwarts, is all." Goji smiled, his eyes buring intently on the boy's face. He was a sight to behold, Goji; his anger was like a stick of dynamite going off, yet the boy controlled it as though he were holding onto it was his bare hands.
"Is that so? Well, I look forward to this year." Goji began to sit down. "Oh, and just so you know," He suddenly stood up and lunged toward the boy, grabbing his arm and throwing him into Crabbe and Goyle. He then stomped his foot right on the boy's chest, making sure he took a good amount of breath from him. "IF anyone's going to be skinned alive, it's going to be you and your little girlfriends. By the way, what's your name?" Said Goji, a wicked smile streaking across his face. The boy mumbled something breathlessly, so Goji had to lift his foot a bit to understand.
"Draco. Draco Malfoy." Goji nodded his head, then took Draco's hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you, Draco. Hope you have a good time in Hogwarts."
The Hogwarts Express was a sight to behold. Goji, along with his shadow, marveled at its presence, rather awe-stricken. Just then, Harry Potter had come through the solid barrier, looking a bit disheveled. However, he was also taken aback at the sight of the mighty train.
"It's something else, I'll say." Said Goji to his shadow. Goji's shadow stretched quickly, then turned to see, in his amazement, young Harry walking into the train. "What is it now?" Asked Goji. His shadow pointed to Harry, and Goji jumped for a second. "I'd better get on the train, too!" He said.
There were many children, some Harry's age, others much older, awaiting to be boarded onto the train. Many kids were being haggled by their parents as their showing of love. "I really wish mom could have been here..." Said Goji as he kicked a nearby rock. The rock hit another boy's shoe, and he glanced over at Goji. "Sorry about that." Mumbled Goji, still upset that his mother wasn't there to bid him farewell.
"It's okay, no harm done." The boy said with a smile. Goji smiled back, then began to walk towards the Hogwart's Express. The boy wasn't too odd, though his red hair stuck out like flames amongst the peaceful settings. His mother was bothering him rather irritatingly, which the boy showed quickly. As his mother left him alone to tend to the boy's brothers, both twins, and also very mischievous ("Hey, they remind you of someone, shadow?"), the young boy turned back to Goji.
"Hey, what's with your hair?" Asked the boy. Goji stroked his hand through it; Goji never really gave any thought to his hair, it had always been spikey. His skunk mark, however, was a bit odd, but it was his hair, and had always been that way. Goji turned to the young boy and said, nonchalantly,
"The same as yours, if you'd like to talk about that, too." The boy laughed, then waved his hands.
"Never mind, it's bad enough I have to deal with this fire I have for hair." Goji chuckled, then made his way onto the train.
The inside was almost as beautiful as the exterior, which Goji admired for a while. He made his way through the clatter of kids trying to find places to relax, and through the loud noise of many friends and newcomers alike talking about the journey about to come. Goji finally found a compartment to call his own, though he shared it with several kids who seemed a bit nervous. One of them Goji spotted quickly; it was Neville, the boy from Diagon Alley that Goji's shadow scared.
"Neville, hi!" Said Goji, a bit relieved to know at least one person on the train. Neville looked up nervously, but at the sight of Goji smiled very friendly.
"Goji, how've you been? This train is wonderful, isn't it?" Goji nodded, then sat down next to Neville. "It's a bit odd, being on a train, by yourself, not knowing a soul." Said Neville, shuffling his feet nervously.
"Aw, it's not so bad, at least we know each other." However, Goji's words proved to be a bit wrong when a familiar face had come right into the compartment-it was the boy he ran into at Diagon Alley. His silvery blonde hair glistened from the sunlight's reflection, though the boy's eyes were still cold and cunning.
"Oh boy, it looks like trouble..." Muttered Neville. The boy saw Neville trying hard not to make eye contact with him, and suited him best for his next victim of harrassment.
"Hey, Crabbe, Goyle," Said the boy as his two friends walked alongside of him. "It's little Neville Longbottom, the boy everyone can't help but laugh at!" the boy laughed, as did Crabbe and Goyle as if they were programmed to do so.
"Actually, not everyone's laughed at him." Said Goji in a stern voice. The boy jerked his head towards Goji.
"You. Tell me boy, before I lose interest-what is your name?" Goji stood up, keeping his stare into the boy's eyes. Crabbe and Goyle began to flex their muscles, apparently trying to intimidate Goji. Goji looked at the two and laughed.
"Don't waste yourselves." He said with a sneer. The two just kept flexing, and Goji turned his attention to the boy. "The name's Goji. Goji Mishibita. What's it to you?" The boy simply smiled, as if he had further intentions for Goji, but kept them hidden.
"I like to know the people I'm going to skin alive at Hogwarts, is all." Goji smiled, his eyes buring intently on the boy's face. He was a sight to behold, Goji; his anger was like a stick of dynamite going off, yet the boy controlled it as though he were holding onto it was his bare hands.
"Is that so? Well, I look forward to this year." Goji began to sit down. "Oh, and just so you know," He suddenly stood up and lunged toward the boy, grabbing his arm and throwing him into Crabbe and Goyle. He then stomped his foot right on the boy's chest, making sure he took a good amount of breath from him. "IF anyone's going to be skinned alive, it's going to be you and your little girlfriends. By the way, what's your name?" Said Goji, a wicked smile streaking across his face. The boy mumbled something breathlessly, so Goji had to lift his foot a bit to understand.
"Draco. Draco Malfoy." Goji nodded his head, then took Draco's hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you, Draco. Hope you have a good time in Hogwarts."