Chapter 2
Meetings
Harry and Bobby stood facing the "entrance" to Platform 9 3/4. "Want me to show you how to get through?" Harry asked. Just then, Ron and the rest of the Weasleys came walking up. "Hi Harry," Mrs. Weasley said happily. "Who's that?" Fred and George said together, as Bobby strode through the barrier. "My sister," Harry sighed, and ran through the barrier after her. Bobby had already managed to get her trunk onto the train, and was now boarding it herself. By the time Harry and Ron were on the train, she had already found a compartment. Hermione soon arrived and then, at 11 o'clock, they were off.
They couldn't have been there for more than an hour when the door to their compartment slid open. It was Malfoy, flanked as usual by Crabbe and Goyle. "Oh, hello," he said to Bobby, before turning to Harry. Suddenly he froze. And he turned for another look at Bobby. She glared at him. Malfoy shrugged, and whistled at her before moving off.
"What was that?" Hermione asked. "I mean, man," Bobby added. "Just cause I'm real cute, don't mean he had to whistle at me?" "You are so modest," Ron said sarcastically. He alone had not been affected by her presence. "I so hope that all of the boys at your school aren't as cute as he is." Three mouths dropped open. "What?" Bobby smirked at them. "I was joking, you know."
They soon arrived. "I wonder who the new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher is," Harry whispered to the others, as they arrived at the doors of The Great Hall. When they were seated they got their answer. The students were sorted, and Professor Dumbledore stood to make his announcements. "Lucius Malfoy has offered to teach you all Defence Against The Dark Arts. He will be your teacher until someone responds to the advertisement that I have placed in the Daily Prophet." A loud round of applause came from the Slytherin Table. Mr. Malfoy stood to acknowledge them, a sneer on his face. "First Years, the Forbidden Forest is forbidden to all students. That is all. Enjoy your feast." The Gryffindor table sat in shock. Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater, a teacher? "Just hope someone finishes him off soon," Harry said to Bobby. "Yeah," she replied, a look of shock also on her face. But perhaps this was a different kind of shock to that which the other students were experiencing.
Harry and Bobby stood facing the "entrance" to Platform 9 3/4. "Want me to show you how to get through?" Harry asked. Just then, Ron and the rest of the Weasleys came walking up. "Hi Harry," Mrs. Weasley said happily. "Who's that?" Fred and George said together, as Bobby strode through the barrier. "My sister," Harry sighed, and ran through the barrier after her. Bobby had already managed to get her trunk onto the train, and was now boarding it herself. By the time Harry and Ron were on the train, she had already found a compartment. Hermione soon arrived and then, at 11 o'clock, they were off.
They couldn't have been there for more than an hour when the door to their compartment slid open. It was Malfoy, flanked as usual by Crabbe and Goyle. "Oh, hello," he said to Bobby, before turning to Harry. Suddenly he froze. And he turned for another look at Bobby. She glared at him. Malfoy shrugged, and whistled at her before moving off.
"What was that?" Hermione asked. "I mean, man," Bobby added. "Just cause I'm real cute, don't mean he had to whistle at me?" "You are so modest," Ron said sarcastically. He alone had not been affected by her presence. "I so hope that all of the boys at your school aren't as cute as he is." Three mouths dropped open. "What?" Bobby smirked at them. "I was joking, you know."
They soon arrived. "I wonder who the new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher is," Harry whispered to the others, as they arrived at the doors of The Great Hall. When they were seated they got their answer. The students were sorted, and Professor Dumbledore stood to make his announcements. "Lucius Malfoy has offered to teach you all Defence Against The Dark Arts. He will be your teacher until someone responds to the advertisement that I have placed in the Daily Prophet." A loud round of applause came from the Slytherin Table. Mr. Malfoy stood to acknowledge them, a sneer on his face. "First Years, the Forbidden Forest is forbidden to all students. That is all. Enjoy your feast." The Gryffindor table sat in shock. Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater, a teacher? "Just hope someone finishes him off soon," Harry said to Bobby. "Yeah," she replied, a look of shock also on her face. But perhaps this was a different kind of shock to that which the other students were experiencing.