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Chapter One: Untitled
"Oi, Harry, Hermione!" A red-haired boy with very distinct freckles stood panting on the doorway of a train compartment, looking at his raven- haired friend and the girl with the bushy hair inside.
"Ron, sit down, will you," the bushy-haired female told her friend. "You're gonna fall when the train starts moving."
Ron glared at her, but took his seat across from them anyway. "Just heard the news from Dean myself. You're not going to believe this, you guys!"
Harry leaned forward in curiosity, munching on a pack of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans that Hermione had given him and tried hard not to grimace. He had picked a broccoli-flavored bean. "What is it?"
"Seamus just told Dean, and Dean told me," Ron paused dramatically, then took a deep breath. "He said Dumbledore arranged it. We're going to have some fifth-year transfer students from other countries!"
Hermione took out her wand and her Standard Book of Spells, Grade Five, apparently not too interested with the news, but Ron could see the way that her eyes were glittering contemplatively, and she was smiling slightly.
Harry leaned backwards, a slight frown on his face. "Dumbledore arranged it? That's weird..."
"Why weird, Harry?"
"Well, wouldn't it be dangerous? Voldemort's back and the Death Eaters have united again, haven't they?"
It was Ron who answered. "Yeah well, Dumbledore's not exactly what most people would call normal, you know." Then he looked up at the clock on the wall of the platform. "Wonder why the train's not moving yet. We're late."
Hermione glanced out as well, then scrambled back from the window when a bright blinding light exploded from the platform very near the window. Blinking, Harry and the other two looked out from the window when the light lessened enough. Other startled Hogwarts students in the other compartments were raising their windows as well and looking out, some holding their wands at the ready, some looking alarmed.
They were relieved when all they saw were three fifteen-year old students on the platform, their bags and luggage at their feet. Two of them were boys, one with unruly chestnut brown hair, the other with black hair and wearing glasses. The other one was a girl with auburn, waist-length hair, wearing a knee-length white pleated skirt, and a pink blouse with matching white and pink tennis sneakers. Her hair was loose and she was wearing no hair clips or headbands. The brown haired boy beside her was wearing a forest green polo shirt and khaki pants. Suddenly, a shocked "HOOOEEEE!!!" reached their ears and they all watched as the trio picked up their luggage and sprinted towards the train.
They sat back down, ears pricked as an apologetic feminine voice reached their ears.
"Gomenasai, Syaoran-kun, Eriol-kun." The voice said, coming closer and closer to them. "I'm really sorry I made you guys late."
A soothing voice replied to her. "Daijobu, Sakura. At least we still got here, ne?"
Another calm voice seconded. "Like my *cute little descendant* here just said, it's really alright, Sakura-san."
"Shut up, you baka freak!"
"Syaoran-kun, calm down!"
Suddenly, Harry, Ron, and Hermione's compartment door slid open and standing in the doorway were...
Chapter One: Untitled
"Oi, Harry, Hermione!" A red-haired boy with very distinct freckles stood panting on the doorway of a train compartment, looking at his raven- haired friend and the girl with the bushy hair inside.
"Ron, sit down, will you," the bushy-haired female told her friend. "You're gonna fall when the train starts moving."
Ron glared at her, but took his seat across from them anyway. "Just heard the news from Dean myself. You're not going to believe this, you guys!"
Harry leaned forward in curiosity, munching on a pack of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans that Hermione had given him and tried hard not to grimace. He had picked a broccoli-flavored bean. "What is it?"
"Seamus just told Dean, and Dean told me," Ron paused dramatically, then took a deep breath. "He said Dumbledore arranged it. We're going to have some fifth-year transfer students from other countries!"
Hermione took out her wand and her Standard Book of Spells, Grade Five, apparently not too interested with the news, but Ron could see the way that her eyes were glittering contemplatively, and she was smiling slightly.
Harry leaned backwards, a slight frown on his face. "Dumbledore arranged it? That's weird..."
"Why weird, Harry?"
"Well, wouldn't it be dangerous? Voldemort's back and the Death Eaters have united again, haven't they?"
It was Ron who answered. "Yeah well, Dumbledore's not exactly what most people would call normal, you know." Then he looked up at the clock on the wall of the platform. "Wonder why the train's not moving yet. We're late."
Hermione glanced out as well, then scrambled back from the window when a bright blinding light exploded from the platform very near the window. Blinking, Harry and the other two looked out from the window when the light lessened enough. Other startled Hogwarts students in the other compartments were raising their windows as well and looking out, some holding their wands at the ready, some looking alarmed.
They were relieved when all they saw were three fifteen-year old students on the platform, their bags and luggage at their feet. Two of them were boys, one with unruly chestnut brown hair, the other with black hair and wearing glasses. The other one was a girl with auburn, waist-length hair, wearing a knee-length white pleated skirt, and a pink blouse with matching white and pink tennis sneakers. Her hair was loose and she was wearing no hair clips or headbands. The brown haired boy beside her was wearing a forest green polo shirt and khaki pants. Suddenly, a shocked "HOOOEEEE!!!" reached their ears and they all watched as the trio picked up their luggage and sprinted towards the train.
They sat back down, ears pricked as an apologetic feminine voice reached their ears.
"Gomenasai, Syaoran-kun, Eriol-kun." The voice said, coming closer and closer to them. "I'm really sorry I made you guys late."
A soothing voice replied to her. "Daijobu, Sakura. At least we still got here, ne?"
Another calm voice seconded. "Like my *cute little descendant* here just said, it's really alright, Sakura-san."
"Shut up, you baka freak!"
"Syaoran-kun, calm down!"
Suddenly, Harry, Ron, and Hermione's compartment door slid open and standing in the doorway were...