Blaire gaped at the large scarlet train, a lighter version of her hair. Harry nudged her along, until she was standing right next to it, where she squealed in joy.
"Oh, its beautiful! I get to ride in this to Hogwarts?"
"Yes, now, lets get you a compartment." Blaire shuffled along, Harry guiding her, until they reached a compartment near the end of the train.
"This was your compartment!" she exclaimed, climbing in.
"I'm not even surprised that you knew. Since I gave you that money, what did you buy?"
"Hogwarts, A History." she said proudly, while Harry laughed. "What?"
"Thats what Hermione always quoted in our years." he said. "Do you have enough money for food and everything?"
"Food?" she asked.
"Yes, there's a cart that comes by to give you food."
"Oh. Okay, and yes, I do." she answered, examining the compartment. She kneeled down and looked carefully at the seat.
"An Exploding Snap stain. From your fourth year?" she asked.
"Yes. Fourth year." he said, and climbed into the compartment. "Well, its almost time for you to go, so, care to give your new father a hug?" he asked.
Blaire gave him a tight hug, and Harry kissed her atop the head. They had become unbelievably like a father and daughter within the past few weeks.
"Goodbye, Blaire Silver." he said as he got off the train.
"Goodbye, Harry, I love you!" she called as the train moved away.
"I love you, too!" Harry yelled after her, and then he was gone.
Blaire sat contentedly on her seat, Hogwarts, A History in her lap, as she sat cross-legged, reading.
"Um, excuse me?" said a male voice, and Blaire looked up. A boy with wavy brown hair and crystal clear blue eyes was standing there.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Can I sit here? The rest of the train is full."
"Of course." Blaire said, and the boy sat down.
"My name's Blaire Silver." she said properly, sitting up straight.
"Ainnle Finnigan." he said, pulling out a pack of Exploding Snap cards and beginning to play Solitaire on the seat.
Within a matter of seconds, the cards Exploded, leaving a second stain on the seat.
Ainnle turned to her, his face blackened. "Do you have a handkerchief I could borrow?"
Blaire took one out of her spare pocket and handed it to him.
He began to wipe his face.
"No, no, you're doing it wrong." she said, taking the handkerchief and doing it for him.
"This is so embarassing." he said indignantly.
"Deal with it." she said, finishing. She took back the handkerchief and tapped it twice with her wand, which cleaned it immediately.
A girl with blonde hair and gray-blue eyes opened the compartment door.
"Oh, look who it is." she said, facing Ainnle. He grimaced.
"Narcissa." he regarded.
"Oh, and who's you're little girlfriend here?" she asked, facing Blaire. Blaire looked confidently into her face.
"My name's Blaire Silver." she said, offering her hand. "Pleased to meet you."
"Oh, look, my little, Awn. She talks!" Narcissa said to Ainnle and turned back to Blaire. "Narcissa Malfoy. Pleased to meet you also." She shook Blaire's hand and then pulled back immediately. "Pure blooded. Very pure blooded. A little too pure blooded. Excellent. You'll make a perfect Slytherin."
Awn shook his head in disgust.
"Do you not agree, Awny?" Narcissa asked, turning to him. "Wait till my father hear's this."
"No, no, Narcissa, I agree. Perfect Slytherin." Awn said, and began to peruse through his pack.
"Good. I'll be seeing you, Silver." she said, and whisked off.
"Who was that?" Blaire asked.
"A part Veela little Malfoy daddy's girl." he said, angrily rummaging through his pack.
"How could you resist her then? If she was a Veela?"
Awn lifted a charm from inside his shirt. Inside was a tiny naked blue figure, dancing exuberantly.
"An anti-veela charm. It warns me of their presence and throws a spell on the area to dampen their charm. It doesn't work on full Veelas though." he said, finding what he had been searching for in his pack. As he pulled it out, Blaire watched in awe. It was a silver violin, and he pulled out his bow after it. He began to badly practice his scales.
Blaire tried desperately not to wince.
Awn looked at her struggling. "Its out of tune." he excused, and began to tune it.
Blaire, with an unmistakable ear for music, asked if she could see it for a second. Awn nodded and handed it to her.
Blaire quickly tuned it, lifted it to her shoulder, and began to practice slurring the scales.
Awn's mouth dropped open.
"You're an excellent violinist." he said.
"I've never played before." Blaire self-consciously gave the violin back and began, blushing, to read Hogwarts, A History again.
Awn carefully put his violin back into its case, which he had pulled out while Blaire was playing, and put it back into his magical pack. A lanky witch came and offered them some food off a cart. Blaier began to take out her money, but Awn stopped her.
"If there's one thing my da taught me, it's the lady never pays."
"You have quite a gentleman there." the witch said, procedding to make Blaire blush for the second time that day. Awn bought them some candy, and offered her some Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
"Be careful of the jelly beans." he said. "My sister once got a vomit flavor one."
Blaire gagged and giggled, putting them in her satchel. Awn laughed jovially.
"Nothing else is that odd. The Chocolate Frogs are spelled."
"Oh, okay." she said, opening one up. It hopped on the top of her head, settled, and became still and solid. She giggled, took it off the top of her head, and bit into it.
She looked at the Wizardign Cards. "Cornelius Fudge? Who's he?"
"Old Minister of Magic. The new one's Dean Thomas. He's my da's best friend." Awn said proudly.
Blaire smiled and looked outside at the darkening sky. "We're almost there. Better change." she said, and Ainnle went into the compartment across from them where his brothers were changing.
She quickly changed into her uniform and put her hair into a bun. She opened a book that Harry gave her and a picture fell out. It was of a 17-year-old Harry and a 16-year-old girl with fiery red curls, brown eyes, and freckles. A young Hermione and Ron stood next to them. Blaire studied the girl and an image appeared in front of her eyes. The younger version of the girl was laying on the ground in some serpent chamber, and a younger Harry was kneeling next to her trying to wake her. The image moved to view a 16-year-old boy with brown hair and eyes, and a look of pure evil on his face. The image vanished as quickly as it came.
Awn came back into the compartment.
"Time to head to the front."