***
Soon they heard Malfoy's voice in the distance, it sounded like he was bulling, again. Harry, Ron and Hermoine headed towards the noise. As they did, they encountered the twins, Fred and George, heading towards the noise as well.
"Let's see who…"
"…Draco's picking on now." Fred and George said.
As they approached, Malfoy's words started to become audible.
"So you're a mudblood! A nine-year-old mudblood! We don't want any mudbloods here!"
Harry pushed open the compartment door, to reveal the backs of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, crowding around a small, brown haired boy, of about nine years, with their wands drawn. The boy's own wand wasn't drawn. Harry's hand went straight for his wand, as did the others. However it was not necessary.
Malfoy and gang took one more step forward, and the boy moved. He ducked, to stand beside Malfoy; rammed his elbow into Malfoy's waist, then brought his knee up to meet Malfoy's chin, on its way down. Malfoy was now out for the count.
Then the lad, jumped towards Goyle, leg extended, catching him below the groin. Causing him to crease up in pain.
Crabbe punched the lad, and he fell downwards; but the child landed on his hands, and started to swing his legs round him, approaching Crabbe. He whipped Crabbe's legs from underneath him, and the lad's foot made contact with Crabbe's chin.
By this time, Malfoy was coming unsteadily to his feet. The lad drew his wand, and muttered something, under his breath, and Draco was pinned against the wall.
"Now, Pureblood! I don't care who you are. But you're not going to beat me up." Then he turned towards the crowd at the door. "What's his name?"
"Draco Malfoy." Fred and George chorused in amazement, while the others' mouths moved in stunned bewilderment.
"Right then, Malfoy," as the boy spoke he managed to get disgust piled on the name. "If you don't bother me, I won't bother you. And that goes for your two cronies on the floor here." Goyle reached out and grabbed the lad's ankle. The boy looked down at him, and did the full body bind on him. Then turning to Crabbe, he muttered something else, and Crabbe collapsed.
"Malfoy, I'll leave you here. Someone might find you, and let you down. But if what I've seen so far, is anything to go by. I don't think many people will want to." He reached forwards, removed Draco's wand, and placed it on the floor in front of him. The boy turned away and walked towards the door.
"That was amazing!" Ron announced.
"I've longed to watch something, like that, to happen to Malfoy!" Harry agreed.
"How'd you do it?" Fred (or George) asked.
"What did you do?" George (or Fred) asked.
"What spells did you use?" Hermoinie asked.
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down!" the boy replied, "Give me a tick and I'll answer. But first, I want to sit down somewhere. Preferably not in here, I don't want to get into trouble over those three. Also there's all my luggage to move." He motioned to the fairly small trunk, and hand luggage.
Fred and George, grabbed the trunk, and picked it up; leading the way back to their compartment, and they sat down to listen to the boy, whom as they could now see, was very small, about 1 metre 45. He had dark brown hair, which was so messy; it made Harry's look tidy. The only thing about him that was strange was his eyes. His left eye was dark brown, almost black, seemingly pupiless. His right was bright green.
"Right, now you're sat. Answer the questions!" Fred and George chorused.
"O.K. My name is Ray."
"Yes, but we want to know what you did!" Ron yelled. While the others stared.
"O.K. on Malfoy, I used, what I know as, 'The Friendly Handshake' you ram your elbow, in the guy's stomach, and bring your knee up, as he creases over. On the next guy I used a Karate kick. On the last guy, I used a gym move. The spells I used were 'The Hover', 'The Full Body Bind' and 'The Full Jelly'."
Immediately questions were fired at Ray.
"How did you know magic?"
"How did you learn to fight?"
"How come you're so fast?"
"Where do you live?"
"Where did you get 'The Hover' from? It's a dangerous spell."
"Can you teach us?"
But before he could answer, a low, threatening hissing filled the room.
"Harry?" asked Hermione, turning to him.
"It's just speaking garbage. Not real words at all. It's like this 'sena sona suna sula.'"
"Huh?"
A snake crawled on to the trunk that was acting as a table; it was a poisonous coral snake. Everyone, simultaneously, moved back from it. It crawled to the centre of the trunk. Lifted its head. Flickered its tongue. Spat at Hermione. And became a pile of fine, silver-grey dust.
***
Soon they heard Malfoy's voice in the distance, it sounded like he was bulling, again. Harry, Ron and Hermoine headed towards the noise. As they did, they encountered the twins, Fred and George, heading towards the noise as well.
"Let's see who…"
"…Draco's picking on now." Fred and George said.
As they approached, Malfoy's words started to become audible.
"So you're a mudblood! A nine-year-old mudblood! We don't want any mudbloods here!"
Harry pushed open the compartment door, to reveal the backs of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, crowding around a small, brown haired boy, of about nine years, with their wands drawn. The boy's own wand wasn't drawn. Harry's hand went straight for his wand, as did the others. However it was not necessary.
Malfoy and gang took one more step forward, and the boy moved. He ducked, to stand beside Malfoy; rammed his elbow into Malfoy's waist, then brought his knee up to meet Malfoy's chin, on its way down. Malfoy was now out for the count.
Then the lad, jumped towards Goyle, leg extended, catching him below the groin. Causing him to crease up in pain.
Crabbe punched the lad, and he fell downwards; but the child landed on his hands, and started to swing his legs round him, approaching Crabbe. He whipped Crabbe's legs from underneath him, and the lad's foot made contact with Crabbe's chin.
By this time, Malfoy was coming unsteadily to his feet. The lad drew his wand, and muttered something, under his breath, and Draco was pinned against the wall.
"Now, Pureblood! I don't care who you are. But you're not going to beat me up." Then he turned towards the crowd at the door. "What's his name?"
"Draco Malfoy." Fred and George chorused in amazement, while the others' mouths moved in stunned bewilderment.
"Right then, Malfoy," as the boy spoke he managed to get disgust piled on the name. "If you don't bother me, I won't bother you. And that goes for your two cronies on the floor here." Goyle reached out and grabbed the lad's ankle. The boy looked down at him, and did the full body bind on him. Then turning to Crabbe, he muttered something else, and Crabbe collapsed.
"Malfoy, I'll leave you here. Someone might find you, and let you down. But if what I've seen so far, is anything to go by. I don't think many people will want to." He reached forwards, removed Draco's wand, and placed it on the floor in front of him. The boy turned away and walked towards the door.
"That was amazing!" Ron announced.
"I've longed to watch something, like that, to happen to Malfoy!" Harry agreed.
"How'd you do it?" Fred (or George) asked.
"What did you do?" George (or Fred) asked.
"What spells did you use?" Hermoinie asked.
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down!" the boy replied, "Give me a tick and I'll answer. But first, I want to sit down somewhere. Preferably not in here, I don't want to get into trouble over those three. Also there's all my luggage to move." He motioned to the fairly small trunk, and hand luggage.
Fred and George, grabbed the trunk, and picked it up; leading the way back to their compartment, and they sat down to listen to the boy, whom as they could now see, was very small, about 1 metre 45. He had dark brown hair, which was so messy; it made Harry's look tidy. The only thing about him that was strange was his eyes. His left eye was dark brown, almost black, seemingly pupiless. His right was bright green.
"Right, now you're sat. Answer the questions!" Fred and George chorused.
"O.K. My name is Ray."
"Yes, but we want to know what you did!" Ron yelled. While the others stared.
"O.K. on Malfoy, I used, what I know as, 'The Friendly Handshake' you ram your elbow, in the guy's stomach, and bring your knee up, as he creases over. On the next guy I used a Karate kick. On the last guy, I used a gym move. The spells I used were 'The Hover', 'The Full Body Bind' and 'The Full Jelly'."
Immediately questions were fired at Ray.
"How did you know magic?"
"How did you learn to fight?"
"How come you're so fast?"
"Where do you live?"
"Where did you get 'The Hover' from? It's a dangerous spell."
"Can you teach us?"
But before he could answer, a low, threatening hissing filled the room.
"Harry?" asked Hermione, turning to him.
"It's just speaking garbage. Not real words at all. It's like this 'sena sona suna sula.'"
"Huh?"
A snake crawled on to the trunk that was acting as a table; it was a poisonous coral snake. Everyone, simultaneously, moved back from it. It crawled to the centre of the trunk. Lifted its head. Flickered its tongue. Spat at Hermione. And became a pile of fine, silver-grey dust.
***