Professor McGonagall stood after the Sorting, raising her arms for
silence. "Welcome back to the new year! Before we begin the Feast, I have a
few notices. First of all, we would like to welcome Kristoffer Svenson back
to the school" She waited for the applause to settle before she began
again. "Please, do not bombard Kris with questions about the past year and
a half, nor Lily Potter with questions about how she managed to bring him
back. Secondly, we would like to welcome two new Professors to our school.
Professors Fred and George Weasley will be taking over the Potions job.
Professor Malfoy has retired."
There was a great amount of cheering when Fred and George were announced. "They didn't tell us they were coming!" Will said excitedly.
"This is excellent. Suppose they get strict on us?"
"Oh come off it. Look at them." Everyone looked up to the Head Table where Fred and George were having a competition with Remus to see who could stuff more green beans up their nose. George appeared to be in the lead, and Professor McGonagall appeared to be crying into her plate.
"Maybe you're right."
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Harry leaned his head against the train window, watching the landscape streak past. This would be the Wimbourne Wasps first game with Kris Svenson back on. That was why they were in a train, Kris, being underage, was not legally allowed to Apparate to and from games. This did not other Harry. He liked trains, they helped him think. Trains brought out his most philisophical feelings. Trains depressed him.
Josephine looked up from her book at Harry. "Maybe we shouldn't take trains anymore Harry?"
"Why do you say that?" Harry asked, not looking away from the window.
"Because you get moody and depressed."
"I have no chance to get moody and depressed at home. I have no time to get moody and depressed at games. By default alone trains get me moody and depressed. They make me think about stuff I don't think about when I'm at home."
"Like what?"
"Like Susan."
"Why don't you think about Susan at home?"
"The first time I really actually talked to Susan was on a train. The first time I saw her we were on a train. I don't think of her at home because she's never been in my home. I've never seen her in Lily, and when I'm at home I don't want to be all moody and depressed."
"What do you think about Harry? When you're on a train?"
"Oh, a lot of stuff. The way I was when I took the train to and from school. The way everyone else was. The way we are now. The way the war ruined us. The way I died when Susan died."
Josephine looked at Harry, raising one thin eyebrow. She had never heard Harry talk like this. He was always upbeat, except when on trains. When he was on the train he seemed so gloomy, it was an unspoken rule among the players that they not speak to him. Josephine was the first to break the rule. "I didn't know you before the war. Only Wood did."
"I know." Harry said. He tapped the glass on the train. "I like riding the train. I like thinking about the way things were. We don't talk about the bad times at home. We don't talk about them with our kids, and we don't talk about them with each other. We'll never completely get over it, and I don't know if we'll ever talk about."
"Maybe talking about it would make you feel better?" Josephine said. All the psychiatrists she had ever seen said that you needed to talk about your problems.
Harry looked away from the window for the first time. "You weren't there. You didn't see it. I still have month long bouts of innsomnia. Wood still gets horrible nightmares. Hermione still has to stop what she's doing every once and a while because she shakes so hard. Neville still can't go anywhere without his wand in his hand. You weren't there Jo. Talking about stuff like this doesn't help. It only makes it worse." He turned back to the window.
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There was a great amount of cheering when Fred and George were announced. "They didn't tell us they were coming!" Will said excitedly.
"This is excellent. Suppose they get strict on us?"
"Oh come off it. Look at them." Everyone looked up to the Head Table where Fred and George were having a competition with Remus to see who could stuff more green beans up their nose. George appeared to be in the lead, and Professor McGonagall appeared to be crying into her plate.
"Maybe you're right."
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Harry leaned his head against the train window, watching the landscape streak past. This would be the Wimbourne Wasps first game with Kris Svenson back on. That was why they were in a train, Kris, being underage, was not legally allowed to Apparate to and from games. This did not other Harry. He liked trains, they helped him think. Trains brought out his most philisophical feelings. Trains depressed him.
Josephine looked up from her book at Harry. "Maybe we shouldn't take trains anymore Harry?"
"Why do you say that?" Harry asked, not looking away from the window.
"Because you get moody and depressed."
"I have no chance to get moody and depressed at home. I have no time to get moody and depressed at games. By default alone trains get me moody and depressed. They make me think about stuff I don't think about when I'm at home."
"Like what?"
"Like Susan."
"Why don't you think about Susan at home?"
"The first time I really actually talked to Susan was on a train. The first time I saw her we were on a train. I don't think of her at home because she's never been in my home. I've never seen her in Lily, and when I'm at home I don't want to be all moody and depressed."
"What do you think about Harry? When you're on a train?"
"Oh, a lot of stuff. The way I was when I took the train to and from school. The way everyone else was. The way we are now. The way the war ruined us. The way I died when Susan died."
Josephine looked at Harry, raising one thin eyebrow. She had never heard Harry talk like this. He was always upbeat, except when on trains. When he was on the train he seemed so gloomy, it was an unspoken rule among the players that they not speak to him. Josephine was the first to break the rule. "I didn't know you before the war. Only Wood did."
"I know." Harry said. He tapped the glass on the train. "I like riding the train. I like thinking about the way things were. We don't talk about the bad times at home. We don't talk about them with our kids, and we don't talk about them with each other. We'll never completely get over it, and I don't know if we'll ever talk about."
"Maybe talking about it would make you feel better?" Josephine said. All the psychiatrists she had ever seen said that you needed to talk about your problems.
Harry looked away from the window for the first time. "You weren't there. You didn't see it. I still have month long bouts of innsomnia. Wood still gets horrible nightmares. Hermione still has to stop what she's doing every once and a while because she shakes so hard. Neville still can't go anywhere without his wand in his hand. You weren't there Jo. Talking about stuff like this doesn't help. It only makes it worse." He turned back to the window.
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