"Oiy, Harry!"
Harry Potter turned in the King's Cross Station, looking for the tall read- head that the voice belonged to.
"Hullo, Ron," he said amiably. "Ready to get on the train? There's something I need to show you." He dropped his voice. "It's about Sirius." Ron's eyes widened. He and their other friend Hermione Granger had been as deeply involved as Harry in the situation of Sirius' escape; they too worried about him.
They both made their way quickly onto platform nine and three quarters, pretending to lean against the wall. As they passed through onto the right platform, they made their way quickly onto the train, grabbing the last compartment. They opened the window and looked outside, watching for Hermione. At last, she arrived through the platform. She looked around, and, seeing them, waved cheerfully. As she came closer, Ron dragged her into their compartment.
"Hurry up," he growled.
"What-" she started to protest as Ron pushed her in.
"It's about Sirius," Harry said quietly. That shut her up. She stored her things and sat down, eager to hear the news. Harry handed them the letter he had received the night before. They read it in open-mouthed wonder.
"H-he has a daughter? Seriously? And she's going to be in fifth year?"
"I can't believe it," Hermione uttered. "I wonder who the mother is."
"Well I'd like to meet her," Harry said. "I mean, wouldn't she be kinda like a…a god sister to me, or something?"
"Well, I guess so," Hermione said. "Though it's certainly not a blood relation. I wonder when we'll see her," She wondered aloud.
The three talked about Sirius' daughter, waiting as the train finally started to move. Their talk varied, turning to Hogwarts, and finally to Quidditch. Hermione sighed and buried herself in one of their new textbooks while Ron and Harry talked about flying and brooms. The thought of Sirius' daughter was almost gone from their minds.
Harry Potter turned in the King's Cross Station, looking for the tall read- head that the voice belonged to.
"Hullo, Ron," he said amiably. "Ready to get on the train? There's something I need to show you." He dropped his voice. "It's about Sirius." Ron's eyes widened. He and their other friend Hermione Granger had been as deeply involved as Harry in the situation of Sirius' escape; they too worried about him.
They both made their way quickly onto platform nine and three quarters, pretending to lean against the wall. As they passed through onto the right platform, they made their way quickly onto the train, grabbing the last compartment. They opened the window and looked outside, watching for Hermione. At last, she arrived through the platform. She looked around, and, seeing them, waved cheerfully. As she came closer, Ron dragged her into their compartment.
"Hurry up," he growled.
"What-" she started to protest as Ron pushed her in.
"It's about Sirius," Harry said quietly. That shut her up. She stored her things and sat down, eager to hear the news. Harry handed them the letter he had received the night before. They read it in open-mouthed wonder.
"H-he has a daughter? Seriously? And she's going to be in fifth year?"
"I can't believe it," Hermione uttered. "I wonder who the mother is."
"Well I'd like to meet her," Harry said. "I mean, wouldn't she be kinda like a…a god sister to me, or something?"
"Well, I guess so," Hermione said. "Though it's certainly not a blood relation. I wonder when we'll see her," She wondered aloud.
The three talked about Sirius' daughter, waiting as the train finally started to move. Their talk varied, turning to Hogwarts, and finally to Quidditch. Hermione sighed and buried herself in one of their new textbooks while Ron and Harry talked about flying and brooms. The thought of Sirius' daughter was almost gone from their minds.
