As students appear in the Leaky Cauldron, Harry looks around at some of the
new students that are not first years. He sees a few boys who look about
third or fourth year, and a group of girls, who looked all different years.
He noticed that some of the girls were staring at him, pointing, and then
collapsing in a fit of giggles. One of the girls looked different. She
had darker skin and was standing by herself in a strange costume.
"Hermione," Harry said once she had calmed down, "Do you see that girl over there?"
"Yes, she's wearing the native costume of India. She even has a sari. I wonder if she transferred from there." Hermione said, then marched over and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. Did you transfer from India?" she said to her, holding out her hand.
"Yes, I did, with my foster parents. My name is Aliyah Lampoori." She said, also extending her hand, not really understanding the gesture.
"Well, excellent to meet you. Won't you come over and join us?" Hermione said, indicating Ron and Harry.
"Thank you." Aliyah replied following Hermione over to them.
"This is Ron Weasley." She said pulling Ron forward. "and that is Harry Potter." She said this time pointing at Harry.
"Namaste." She said, pressing her palms together and bowing at each of them in turn. Then, a shrill whistle echoed through the pub, signaling it was time for them to leave.
"Just leave your luggage here, it will be delt with separately." A Ministry worker said. "All right, get in groups of four, that's how many can ride in one car." Harry, Ron, Hermione and Aliyah, silently made their own group and stood in line for a car. They rode to the station in silence and then walked to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. They casually leaned against it and they popped through. They found seats on the train and got comfortable when Malfoy dropped in for a visit.
"I heard that there's some ghastly savage transferring from India. Is she here?" Malfoy said not noticing Aliyah. She turned to him and muttered strange things in a language that none of them understood. Malfoy saw the fire in her eyes and as soon as she was done, he fled from the compartment.
"What was that?" Ron said, looking at her strangely.
"A Punjabi curse." She said calmly as she took off her sari and folded it in her lap.
(Author's note: a sari is a beautifly decorated six foot piece of cloth that women and girls in or from India wrap around their heads in a certain way, forming both a hood and a shawl.)
"Hermione," Harry said once she had calmed down, "Do you see that girl over there?"
"Yes, she's wearing the native costume of India. She even has a sari. I wonder if she transferred from there." Hermione said, then marched over and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. Did you transfer from India?" she said to her, holding out her hand.
"Yes, I did, with my foster parents. My name is Aliyah Lampoori." She said, also extending her hand, not really understanding the gesture.
"Well, excellent to meet you. Won't you come over and join us?" Hermione said, indicating Ron and Harry.
"Thank you." Aliyah replied following Hermione over to them.
"This is Ron Weasley." She said pulling Ron forward. "and that is Harry Potter." She said this time pointing at Harry.
"Namaste." She said, pressing her palms together and bowing at each of them in turn. Then, a shrill whistle echoed through the pub, signaling it was time for them to leave.
"Just leave your luggage here, it will be delt with separately." A Ministry worker said. "All right, get in groups of four, that's how many can ride in one car." Harry, Ron, Hermione and Aliyah, silently made their own group and stood in line for a car. They rode to the station in silence and then walked to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. They casually leaned against it and they popped through. They found seats on the train and got comfortable when Malfoy dropped in for a visit.
"I heard that there's some ghastly savage transferring from India. Is she here?" Malfoy said not noticing Aliyah. She turned to him and muttered strange things in a language that none of them understood. Malfoy saw the fire in her eyes and as soon as she was done, he fled from the compartment.
"What was that?" Ron said, looking at her strangely.
"A Punjabi curse." She said calmly as she took off her sari and folded it in her lap.
(Author's note: a sari is a beautifly decorated six foot piece of cloth that women and girls in or from India wrap around their heads in a certain way, forming both a hood and a shawl.)