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Harry Potter and the Scottish Play
Chapter Eight - Aboard the Express
A week had passed and the Weasleys' and Harry were at Kings' Cross Station. Ron let Ginny go through the gate to Platform 9 3/4 first before following after her. Harry had noticed how responsible and protective an older brother Ron was without his older brothers overshadowing him. He let the two Weasleys go through first, bid farewell and thank you to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and ran through the gateway himself.
Sirius had left days earlier on important business matters. Harry hadn't wanted him to go so soon, for fear of when he would see him next, but he knew it must have been serious for him to take off so quickly.
"Oi! Harry! Over here!" called Ron from one of the steps on the Hogwarts Express. He waved to gethis friend's attention.
Harry smiled to acknowledge Ron. He always found it funny that Ron had to let him know where they were sitting. It had been the same cabin every year that they did take the train. He put his bags in storage on the train and climbed up the steps to join Ron and Ginny.
Their train eventually pulled out of the station. They were on their way to Hogwarts for the last time. An unspoken solemness was in their cabin. Ginny had pulled out her copy of Macbeth and had begun to read through it. Ron and Harry looked through the new Quidditch Times that Harry had picked up at Flourish & Botts the week before. Both sitting in sombre silence, trying to concentrate on the reading.
"Wow! Did someone die in here?" a female voice broke the tense air.
"Hermione!" Ron greeted rather loudly. Ginny looked up from her reading and gave her brother an odd look. Ron pretended not to notice.
"Hi Ron! Hello Harry... Ginny," she saidputting down her bag on the seat. "So why are you two so sad?"
"How can you be so cheerful?" Ron moaned.
Hermione looked curiously at her two best friends. "What ever are you talking about??"
Harry sighed dramatically. "It's our last year at Hogwarts, our last train ride TO Hogwarts..."
"I know!" Hermione cut in excitedly. "I've been working so hard and waiting so long for this moment! I can finally graduate, hopefully at the head of our class, and get a great job working at the Ministry of Magic!"
Ron's expression changed. "That's true..." he mused. "And it's not like we haven't made ourmark at the school," he added with an ironic smirk.
Harry didn't seem entirely convinced though. He knew his friends were right. He worked hard to get where he is. He should enjoy his last year there. Somehow it was hard for him to grasp that concept. Maybe because ever since he had shown up at Hogwarts seven years ago, every year something had gone awry.
This being his final year, he didn't think Voldemort was going to sit quietly and let him enjoy it.
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Harry Potter and the Scottish Play
Chapter Eight - Aboard the Express
A week had passed and the Weasleys' and Harry were at Kings' Cross Station. Ron let Ginny go through the gate to Platform 9 3/4 first before following after her. Harry had noticed how responsible and protective an older brother Ron was without his older brothers overshadowing him. He let the two Weasleys go through first, bid farewell and thank you to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and ran through the gateway himself.
Sirius had left days earlier on important business matters. Harry hadn't wanted him to go so soon, for fear of when he would see him next, but he knew it must have been serious for him to take off so quickly.
"Oi! Harry! Over here!" called Ron from one of the steps on the Hogwarts Express. He waved to gethis friend's attention.
Harry smiled to acknowledge Ron. He always found it funny that Ron had to let him know where they were sitting. It had been the same cabin every year that they did take the train. He put his bags in storage on the train and climbed up the steps to join Ron and Ginny.
Their train eventually pulled out of the station. They were on their way to Hogwarts for the last time. An unspoken solemness was in their cabin. Ginny had pulled out her copy of Macbeth and had begun to read through it. Ron and Harry looked through the new Quidditch Times that Harry had picked up at Flourish & Botts the week before. Both sitting in sombre silence, trying to concentrate on the reading.
"Wow! Did someone die in here?" a female voice broke the tense air.
"Hermione!" Ron greeted rather loudly. Ginny looked up from her reading and gave her brother an odd look. Ron pretended not to notice.
"Hi Ron! Hello Harry... Ginny," she saidputting down her bag on the seat. "So why are you two so sad?"
"How can you be so cheerful?" Ron moaned.
Hermione looked curiously at her two best friends. "What ever are you talking about??"
Harry sighed dramatically. "It's our last year at Hogwarts, our last train ride TO Hogwarts..."
"I know!" Hermione cut in excitedly. "I've been working so hard and waiting so long for this moment! I can finally graduate, hopefully at the head of our class, and get a great job working at the Ministry of Magic!"
Ron's expression changed. "That's true..." he mused. "And it's not like we haven't made ourmark at the school," he added with an ironic smirk.
Harry didn't seem entirely convinced though. He knew his friends were right. He worked hard to get where he is. He should enjoy his last year there. Somehow it was hard for him to grasp that concept. Maybe because ever since he had shown up at Hogwarts seven years ago, every year something had gone awry.
This being his final year, he didn't think Voldemort was going to sit quietly and let him enjoy it.