Chapter 3
The time flew and before anyone knew it, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Harry were boarding the train at platform 9 ¾ with their masses of luggage (and with a great stash of 'Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes' in hand (gifts from Fred and George)).
The four clambered into an empty compartment, and spread their things about. They didn't want the compartment to look as though there were room; memories from the last train ride (coughLunacough) lingered in their heads.
As they sat down and were organizing their things, Ron accidentally- although it didn't really look like much of an accident- brushed his foot against Hermione's. Hermione giggled, making herself look like a teenage girl- which she was, but Harry didn't really think of her that way (obviously, Ron did). Ron grinned sheepishly and his ears turned slightly pink. Ginny rolled her eyes, and Harry grinned at her. She raised her eyebrows at him, and gave a slight nod at Hermione and Ron, who were still engaged in avoiding eye contact with one another. Harry nodded, and turned back to his Daily Prophet.
He didn't read though, he wondered whether he would ever find love. Or would he die alone, like Sirius. oh, God, Sirius. A few hours later, the train began to slow and the 4 frantically put on their robes excitedly, yet nervously too. As they got off the train, the first person they say was Hagrid.
"'Allo, Hagrid!" Harry, Ron and Herminone cried in unison, which no one does really but they will for the sake of this fan fiction story.
Hagrid smiled brightly at them. "Allo!' he said. "Best hurry now, you don't want to miss the sorting song, now do you?"
Boarding the carriage, Harry felt his stomach twist because he could see the thestrals. He felt lonely, depressed, guilty. It was, no matter what Dumbledore said, his fault that Sirius was dead. if only he hadn't trusted that Sirius was gone when Kreacher lied, if only, if only. The carriage came to a halt, and all four, who had managed to get their own carriage as well, got off and walked up to the Great Hall.
Hermione was the first to notice the new DADA teacher.
"There he is! The new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher!" Hermione whispered, pointing at the man.
Quickly looking to the teacher's table, Ginny, Ron and Harry's eyes rested on the man had subtly pointed out to them.
He was a thin man of medium height, with curly, brown hair and hazel eyes. His hair fell further than the four could see. Ginny and Hermione exchanged glances, the professor was quite a looker.
As the rest of the students filed in, Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Harry took their seats. Hermione and Ron sat next to each other. As far as Harry could tell, they were playing a not well-hidden game of footsie.
"Merlin's beard, when will they just admit that they like each other?" Ginny said, looking annoyed.
Harry was somewhat surprised that Ginny was not upset that her friend liked her brother so much.
Seeming to read his mind, Ginny said, "I really don't care who he or she dates, as long as he stays out of my business."
Harry grinned at Ginny, whom he had come to regard as a little sister, and found her much easier to talk to now that she had gotten over the crush she had on him.
Harry heard a slight ding, and everyone turned to look at Dumbledore.
A final, stifled, giggle from Hermione was followed by Dumbledore's booming, cheery voice.
"Welcome back, everyone."
The time flew and before anyone knew it, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Harry were boarding the train at platform 9 ¾ with their masses of luggage (and with a great stash of 'Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes' in hand (gifts from Fred and George)).
The four clambered into an empty compartment, and spread their things about. They didn't want the compartment to look as though there were room; memories from the last train ride (coughLunacough) lingered in their heads.
As they sat down and were organizing their things, Ron accidentally- although it didn't really look like much of an accident- brushed his foot against Hermione's. Hermione giggled, making herself look like a teenage girl- which she was, but Harry didn't really think of her that way (obviously, Ron did). Ron grinned sheepishly and his ears turned slightly pink. Ginny rolled her eyes, and Harry grinned at her. She raised her eyebrows at him, and gave a slight nod at Hermione and Ron, who were still engaged in avoiding eye contact with one another. Harry nodded, and turned back to his Daily Prophet.
He didn't read though, he wondered whether he would ever find love. Or would he die alone, like Sirius. oh, God, Sirius. A few hours later, the train began to slow and the 4 frantically put on their robes excitedly, yet nervously too. As they got off the train, the first person they say was Hagrid.
"'Allo, Hagrid!" Harry, Ron and Herminone cried in unison, which no one does really but they will for the sake of this fan fiction story.
Hagrid smiled brightly at them. "Allo!' he said. "Best hurry now, you don't want to miss the sorting song, now do you?"
Boarding the carriage, Harry felt his stomach twist because he could see the thestrals. He felt lonely, depressed, guilty. It was, no matter what Dumbledore said, his fault that Sirius was dead. if only he hadn't trusted that Sirius was gone when Kreacher lied, if only, if only. The carriage came to a halt, and all four, who had managed to get their own carriage as well, got off and walked up to the Great Hall.
Hermione was the first to notice the new DADA teacher.
"There he is! The new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher!" Hermione whispered, pointing at the man.
Quickly looking to the teacher's table, Ginny, Ron and Harry's eyes rested on the man had subtly pointed out to them.
He was a thin man of medium height, with curly, brown hair and hazel eyes. His hair fell further than the four could see. Ginny and Hermione exchanged glances, the professor was quite a looker.
As the rest of the students filed in, Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Harry took their seats. Hermione and Ron sat next to each other. As far as Harry could tell, they were playing a not well-hidden game of footsie.
"Merlin's beard, when will they just admit that they like each other?" Ginny said, looking annoyed.
Harry was somewhat surprised that Ginny was not upset that her friend liked her brother so much.
Seeming to read his mind, Ginny said, "I really don't care who he or she dates, as long as he stays out of my business."
Harry grinned at Ginny, whom he had come to regard as a little sister, and found her much easier to talk to now that she had gotten over the crush she had on him.
Harry heard a slight ding, and everyone turned to look at Dumbledore.
A final, stifled, giggle from Hermione was followed by Dumbledore's booming, cheery voice.
"Welcome back, everyone."