Chapter Two: Untitled
Suddenly, Harry, Ron, and Hermione's compartment door slid open and standing in the doorway were.
The unfamiliar trio that they had seen outside on the Platform just earlier on.
Harry Potter and Co. stared at them, and the strangers stared back.
The girl was the one who broke the silence first. "Ano, is it all right with you guys if we sit here? Everywhere else is full," she asked with a smile.
Harry and Hermione smiled at them, while Ron purpled and blushed like a tomato. "S-sure, why not?" He quickly scrambled over to Harry and Hermione's side.
"Arigatou Gozaimasu, I mean-thank you so much," she replied, plopping down on the seat he had just vacated. She looked back at the doorway and sweatdropped animé style to see Syaoran and Eriol still continuing their staring match, Syaoran glaring at Eriol, Eriol staring back with his own evil smile at his so-called *cute little descendant*.
"Syaoran-kun, Eriol-kun, sit down! The train's about to move!" She said, pulling at the arm of the amber-eyed boy, still not breaking his glare on the other male. The one she had called Eriol shrugged and sat down on girl's other side.
"I'm Hermione," Hermy said, reaching out with her hand to shake with Sakura.
Ron introduced himself as well, though not losing his blush. "I'm Ron Weasley. You know who he is, of course," he said breathlessly, blushing even more when Sakura smiled at him and gesturing to the raven-haired boy who looked a little like Eriol sitting between him and Hermione.
"Iie, we don't," Sakura shook her head apologetically. "Were we supposed to?"
"Bloody Hell!" Ron's eyes widened. "You don't know him?!"
Shaking his head at Ron's antics, the raven-haired boy's eyes brightened as he shook hands with Sakura. "Thank god, someone who doesn't know me! I'm Harry Potter. Don't mind Ron, he's just surprised that you don't know me."
Sakura shrugged. "I'm Sakura Kinimoto," she said brightly. She gestured to her friends. "This are my friends, Syaoran Li, and this is Eriol Hiragizawa."
Syaoran's face slightly softened when Sakura patted his hand. Loosening up a bit from his rigidly straight posture, he nodded with a small smile to the other three as he draped his arm over Sakura's shoulders.
"Are you sure you're only friends with him, Sakura?" Hermione asked.
"You may call me Li, and no, Sakura's my girlfriend," Syaoran replied, smiling down at Sakura. She returned his smile. Ron looked a little crestfallen.
Eriol spoke up suddenly. "As Sakura-san said, I'm Eriol Hiragizawa, but you can call me Eriol. My last name's too long and hard to pronounce anyway." He turned to Harry. "Why were you saying that Ron was expecting us to know who you were?"
"Because I was the one who defeated the Dark Lord, Voldemort. He was the one who gave me this scar." He pushed back his bangs to show them the lightning-bolt scar. "But as Dumbledore announced last term,--Dumbledore's the Head Master of Hogwarts-Voldemort's risen again. They're saying that he's going to try to overrule the wizarding community again, and a much more violent and deadly reign awaits the wizarding world again."
Sakura took the packet of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans that Hermione offered her. Opening it, she popped a bean into her mouth before her face turned a bright red. Taking the napkin that a worried Syaoran offered her, she spit the bean into it abruptly. "That was pepper-flavored!" she burst out.
Hermione looked apologetic. "I forgot to tell you, when they say 'every flavor', they mean 'every flavor'."
Ron meanwhile was wondering why Hermione seemed to have lost her bossy attitude while talking with the newcomers. Truthfully, she was even grinning toothily at Sakura.
After drinking from the bottle of water that Eriol gave her, she said, "So, that means this Voldemort is really powerful, ne?"
"Really powerful?!" Ron exclaimed. He still couldn't believe that these kids really hadn't heard about the Dark Lord. "Of course he's really powerful!" He faltered under Li's glare. Apparently, the foreign boy had noticed his admiring stare at his girlfriend. Eriol noticed it too.
"My *cute little descendant*, you really should calm down you know," he said, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Urasai! You baka Eriol!" Syaoran retaliated.
Sakura sweatdropped. "Syaoran-kun, don't be rude, onegai?" When he calmed down after giving her a small smile, she turned to Eriol who was smiling evilly at Syaoran. "Eriol-kun, you really should stop teasing Syaoran-kun so much."
"Demo, Sakura-san, it's so much fun!" He said brightly.
She sweatdropped again. "I'll tell Tomoyo-chan if you don't stop teasing Syaoran-kun, Eriol-kun."
Eriol sighed, pouting a little. "Fine, but just for you and Tomoyo, okay?"
"Hai!"
Harry interjected curiously, "What country are you guys from anyway?"
It was Sakura who answered. "I'm from Japan. Syaoran-kun's from China, but he transferred to my school when we were 11 because he had to take care of some. business there. Eriol-kun's from England. He transferred to our school not long after Syaoran-kun."
"You must know each other very well then," Harry commented.
They all shrugged.
Hermione glanced at her watch. "You know, we should really change into our school robes now. I expect we'll be at Hogwarts in a few minutes." She turned to Sakura. "You want to come with me to change?"
"Sure, Hermione-san."
Syaoran kissed her on the cheek before letting go, Harry and Ron blushing a little at the very public displays of affection between the two. He raised one eyebrow at them, "what? You've never seen anyone kiss a girl before?"
Sakura's parting words brought them out of their embarrassment. "Try not to kill Eriol-kun, alright, Syao-chan?"
"As if he could, Sakura-san," he called back. Eriol turned to the window with a confident smile. You wouldn't hurt me, would you, my *cute little descendant*?"
"Don't bet on it," Syaoran replied through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, Harry, Ron, and Hermione's compartment door slid open and standing in the doorway were.
The unfamiliar trio that they had seen outside on the Platform just earlier on.
Harry Potter and Co. stared at them, and the strangers stared back.
The girl was the one who broke the silence first. "Ano, is it all right with you guys if we sit here? Everywhere else is full," she asked with a smile.
Harry and Hermione smiled at them, while Ron purpled and blushed like a tomato. "S-sure, why not?" He quickly scrambled over to Harry and Hermione's side.
"Arigatou Gozaimasu, I mean-thank you so much," she replied, plopping down on the seat he had just vacated. She looked back at the doorway and sweatdropped animé style to see Syaoran and Eriol still continuing their staring match, Syaoran glaring at Eriol, Eriol staring back with his own evil smile at his so-called *cute little descendant*.
"Syaoran-kun, Eriol-kun, sit down! The train's about to move!" She said, pulling at the arm of the amber-eyed boy, still not breaking his glare on the other male. The one she had called Eriol shrugged and sat down on girl's other side.
"I'm Hermione," Hermy said, reaching out with her hand to shake with Sakura.
Ron introduced himself as well, though not losing his blush. "I'm Ron Weasley. You know who he is, of course," he said breathlessly, blushing even more when Sakura smiled at him and gesturing to the raven-haired boy who looked a little like Eriol sitting between him and Hermione.
"Iie, we don't," Sakura shook her head apologetically. "Were we supposed to?"
"Bloody Hell!" Ron's eyes widened. "You don't know him?!"
Shaking his head at Ron's antics, the raven-haired boy's eyes brightened as he shook hands with Sakura. "Thank god, someone who doesn't know me! I'm Harry Potter. Don't mind Ron, he's just surprised that you don't know me."
Sakura shrugged. "I'm Sakura Kinimoto," she said brightly. She gestured to her friends. "This are my friends, Syaoran Li, and this is Eriol Hiragizawa."
Syaoran's face slightly softened when Sakura patted his hand. Loosening up a bit from his rigidly straight posture, he nodded with a small smile to the other three as he draped his arm over Sakura's shoulders.
"Are you sure you're only friends with him, Sakura?" Hermione asked.
"You may call me Li, and no, Sakura's my girlfriend," Syaoran replied, smiling down at Sakura. She returned his smile. Ron looked a little crestfallen.
Eriol spoke up suddenly. "As Sakura-san said, I'm Eriol Hiragizawa, but you can call me Eriol. My last name's too long and hard to pronounce anyway." He turned to Harry. "Why were you saying that Ron was expecting us to know who you were?"
"Because I was the one who defeated the Dark Lord, Voldemort. He was the one who gave me this scar." He pushed back his bangs to show them the lightning-bolt scar. "But as Dumbledore announced last term,--Dumbledore's the Head Master of Hogwarts-Voldemort's risen again. They're saying that he's going to try to overrule the wizarding community again, and a much more violent and deadly reign awaits the wizarding world again."
Sakura took the packet of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans that Hermione offered her. Opening it, she popped a bean into her mouth before her face turned a bright red. Taking the napkin that a worried Syaoran offered her, she spit the bean into it abruptly. "That was pepper-flavored!" she burst out.
Hermione looked apologetic. "I forgot to tell you, when they say 'every flavor', they mean 'every flavor'."
Ron meanwhile was wondering why Hermione seemed to have lost her bossy attitude while talking with the newcomers. Truthfully, she was even grinning toothily at Sakura.
After drinking from the bottle of water that Eriol gave her, she said, "So, that means this Voldemort is really powerful, ne?"
"Really powerful?!" Ron exclaimed. He still couldn't believe that these kids really hadn't heard about the Dark Lord. "Of course he's really powerful!" He faltered under Li's glare. Apparently, the foreign boy had noticed his admiring stare at his girlfriend. Eriol noticed it too.
"My *cute little descendant*, you really should calm down you know," he said, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Urasai! You baka Eriol!" Syaoran retaliated.
Sakura sweatdropped. "Syaoran-kun, don't be rude, onegai?" When he calmed down after giving her a small smile, she turned to Eriol who was smiling evilly at Syaoran. "Eriol-kun, you really should stop teasing Syaoran-kun so much."
"Demo, Sakura-san, it's so much fun!" He said brightly.
She sweatdropped again. "I'll tell Tomoyo-chan if you don't stop teasing Syaoran-kun, Eriol-kun."
Eriol sighed, pouting a little. "Fine, but just for you and Tomoyo, okay?"
"Hai!"
Harry interjected curiously, "What country are you guys from anyway?"
It was Sakura who answered. "I'm from Japan. Syaoran-kun's from China, but he transferred to my school when we were 11 because he had to take care of some. business there. Eriol-kun's from England. He transferred to our school not long after Syaoran-kun."
"You must know each other very well then," Harry commented.
They all shrugged.
Hermione glanced at her watch. "You know, we should really change into our school robes now. I expect we'll be at Hogwarts in a few minutes." She turned to Sakura. "You want to come with me to change?"
"Sure, Hermione-san."
Syaoran kissed her on the cheek before letting go, Harry and Ron blushing a little at the very public displays of affection between the two. He raised one eyebrow at them, "what? You've never seen anyone kiss a girl before?"
Sakura's parting words brought them out of their embarrassment. "Try not to kill Eriol-kun, alright, Syao-chan?"
"As if he could, Sakura-san," he called back. Eriol turned to the window with a confident smile. You wouldn't hurt me, would you, my *cute little descendant*?"
"Don't bet on it," Syaoran replied through gritted teeth.