Thanks to my reviewers. I can not think of your names off the top of my head, but I think they were FawkesRiseing and Mysterious Witch, but don't quote me on that. I probably got it wrong. I probably should have mentioned this before, but the first chapter was meant to be more of a prologue then an actual chapter. Please read and enjoy.
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Walker sat up as the first drops of rain splashed on his face. He quickly got off of the cardboard that he was lying on and dusted himself off. He gave a quick glance into the grey sky as the rain fell quicker.
-Bollocks.
He looked over at his dinner companions, who where asleep in a dumpster, and shook his head. He ran under a hotel awning and glanced back as a Bobby walked down the alleyway he had just come from. He then turned and stepped into the hotel. A clock above the desk read six in the morning. That should give him enough time to clean up and get some breakfast. He had a fairly large amount of money from working the sheep farm, and had converted most of it into wizard gold. Maybe now he would be able to see what all the fuss over Hogsmeade was about. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans that fit him rather tightly, and a white under shirt with a blue Flannel shirt over it. He reached into the front pocket of the shirt and slipped a few bills to the clerk to allow him to use the shower for 15 minutes. He walked into the bathroom, turned the water on hot, and stripped his clothes off. He had two identical pairs of clothes for work, and he had worn this one for traveling. He shoved the dusty clothes into his duffel, and reached around in it until he pulled out another pair of form fitting jeans, white under shirt, and flannel shirt, this time red. He also pulled out a pair of black cloth boxers. He set these on top of the sink, and stepped into the steaming shower. It had been nearly a week since he last had a hot shower. He had been bathing in any lakes or ponds he came across, but that was not the same. He used the hotels shampoo and soap, and stepped out after 10 minutes. He got dressed quickly and combed his hair, then walked out of the room and slid a few more notes to the clerk. He stepped outside to find it raining harder now, the sound of it was nearly deafening against the awning. He picked up his duffel and held it over his head as he ran through the rain to the train station. Once inside, he bought a poached egg on toast and a Styrofoam cup of coffee, which he ate slowly, savoring the taste of eggs. He had had some birds eggs along the way, but they just weren't the same. He tossed the cup and the napkin into a waste bin, and then slipped onto Platform nine and three-quarters by leaning casually against the pillar, and falling through it. He quickly regained his balance, and grinned at the sight of the nearly deserted platform. Usually he was late, and ended up sitting with a bunch of talkative first years, but this year he was going to get a car by himself. No one would sit with him, because he was a Slytherin, and the other Slytherins avoided him like he was catching. This was fine with him, because he was not very talkative. He shoved his duffle into the overhead rack and fell asleep, leaning against the window.
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He awoke slowly to the sounds of doors being slid open and closed, and the loud murmurs of voices. He glanced out the window and saw the platform was crowded with fellow students, and tearful parents. This saddened him, but only for a minute. He glanced up at the large station clock, which read 8:45. He looked over the students outside, and their, to the right of his vision stood Draco Malfoy, talking to his father. Their eyes met slowly, and he frowned as Draco said something to his father who then looked at him disapprovingly. Walker bent down his second, fourth, and fifth finger and aimed the profane hand gesture at both of them. Draco flushed and looked enraged, whereas his father simply looked amused. He turned around as he heard his compartment door slide open.
-Here, there is room in this one.
-Oh yes. Ron, Harry, hurry up, there is only one person here.
He looked over at the two girls that where standing in the doorway, and his breath caught momentarily. Standing there was two of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He was surprised by this, since he had long ago stopped looking at women in a sexual way, since they all seemed to scorn him. The shorter one had red hair, which would probably be close to flames if it was dry, and was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged her hips and a dark green turtle neck that clung to her slightly, outlining her breasts. Her skin was creamy pale, and had a few freckles on her cheeks. The taller one had a head of brown bushy hair, which would boarder on goddess-like if it was taken care of, and was wearing a blue skirt that fell to mid calf, which barely showed her hips, and a pink short sleeved shirt that showed her midriff. Her skin was tan, and she had a beauty mark under her left eye. Two boys walked up and joined them. Both wore jeans, and sweaters, one was maroon, the other green that matched his eyes. He placed the first one as the shorter girls brother, by his red hair, pale face and freckles. The other one was most interesting.
-Aww, come on Hermione. We had to put the bags somewhere.
-Yea, the train is so crowded; it was hard to get through.
-Your Harry Potter.
They all turned and looked at him as if they just remembered he was here. The boy with green eyes looked at him for a minute.
-Uhh, ya. Im Harry Potter.
-Oh, hello then.
-Hi. What is your name?
-Walker.
His friend Ron watched this, and then his eyes rose to the patch on his duffel. He frowned.
-I think we should find another compartment you guys. Don't want to ride with this rubbish.
-Oh Ron, quit being so stupid!
The younger girl turned and slapped him on his chest, then turned to him.
-Im Ginny Weasley, and this prat here, is my brother Ron, and thats Hermione Granger.
-That's a strange name, Walker.
-Well, so is Granger.
She flushed for a second, and then sat down on the other side of the compartment next to Harry and Ron. Ginny sat on the other side of the bench, and began a conversation with him. She asked him how his summer was, and what it was like in the Slytherin house, and other very general questions. He felt a strange urge not to let her know about how his life really was, so he was happy she was asking simple questions. He did not believe in lying. After the train had been going for 15 minutes the door slid open, and Draco Malfoys sneering face looked through, flanked by Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy.
-How dare you do that at my father! You will pay for that Walker!
Walker clenched his hands into fists so hard his finger nails were cutting into his palms. He did not fear Draco Crabbe or Goyle, but the fact that Malfoy had brought Pansy made his blood boil. He had asked her to the Yule ball in the Fourth year, and she had laughed in his face, and stated she would rather go with a house elf. It would not have hurt if it was not in the common room in front of all his fellow "housemates". Malfoy was showing an amazing sense of intelligence so far this year. Walker was happier at the infuriated look on his face though.
-I would have done it to your mother, but she didn't have enough.
His pale face had grown paler, and his eyes glinted in furry. Walker wondered at the scandalized gasp from Pansy. She had practically given it to half of the Slytherin boys, and if rumors where to be trusted, some of the girls too.
-We will see if your so funny when you have detention all of first week, and 10 feet of lines to write. You forget that I am a prefect!
-You can take your punishments, and shove them up your arse for all I care Malfoy.
Malfoy stiffened and whirled towards Harry.
-Just when I thought you could not possibly get any worse Potter, I find out that you consort with Vagabond bastards as well.
With that he gave a derisive laugh and walked down the corridor, Crabbe and Goyle guffawing stupidly, and Pansy shrieking with laughter. What had he seen in her anyways? He glanced at his four companions, and they all stared at him in a shocked stupor. Then, Ron smiled and lifted his hands and slowly clapped them together.
-Well done mate, bloody marvelous!
Walker allowed himself a short smile, and unclenched his hands, the blood dripping from the cuts down his palms.
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Well, here is the second chapter. Please review and tell me what you think.
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Walker sat up as the first drops of rain splashed on his face. He quickly got off of the cardboard that he was lying on and dusted himself off. He gave a quick glance into the grey sky as the rain fell quicker.
-Bollocks.
He looked over at his dinner companions, who where asleep in a dumpster, and shook his head. He ran under a hotel awning and glanced back as a Bobby walked down the alleyway he had just come from. He then turned and stepped into the hotel. A clock above the desk read six in the morning. That should give him enough time to clean up and get some breakfast. He had a fairly large amount of money from working the sheep farm, and had converted most of it into wizard gold. Maybe now he would be able to see what all the fuss over Hogsmeade was about. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans that fit him rather tightly, and a white under shirt with a blue Flannel shirt over it. He reached into the front pocket of the shirt and slipped a few bills to the clerk to allow him to use the shower for 15 minutes. He walked into the bathroom, turned the water on hot, and stripped his clothes off. He had two identical pairs of clothes for work, and he had worn this one for traveling. He shoved the dusty clothes into his duffel, and reached around in it until he pulled out another pair of form fitting jeans, white under shirt, and flannel shirt, this time red. He also pulled out a pair of black cloth boxers. He set these on top of the sink, and stepped into the steaming shower. It had been nearly a week since he last had a hot shower. He had been bathing in any lakes or ponds he came across, but that was not the same. He used the hotels shampoo and soap, and stepped out after 10 minutes. He got dressed quickly and combed his hair, then walked out of the room and slid a few more notes to the clerk. He stepped outside to find it raining harder now, the sound of it was nearly deafening against the awning. He picked up his duffel and held it over his head as he ran through the rain to the train station. Once inside, he bought a poached egg on toast and a Styrofoam cup of coffee, which he ate slowly, savoring the taste of eggs. He had had some birds eggs along the way, but they just weren't the same. He tossed the cup and the napkin into a waste bin, and then slipped onto Platform nine and three-quarters by leaning casually against the pillar, and falling through it. He quickly regained his balance, and grinned at the sight of the nearly deserted platform. Usually he was late, and ended up sitting with a bunch of talkative first years, but this year he was going to get a car by himself. No one would sit with him, because he was a Slytherin, and the other Slytherins avoided him like he was catching. This was fine with him, because he was not very talkative. He shoved his duffle into the overhead rack and fell asleep, leaning against the window.
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He awoke slowly to the sounds of doors being slid open and closed, and the loud murmurs of voices. He glanced out the window and saw the platform was crowded with fellow students, and tearful parents. This saddened him, but only for a minute. He glanced up at the large station clock, which read 8:45. He looked over the students outside, and their, to the right of his vision stood Draco Malfoy, talking to his father. Their eyes met slowly, and he frowned as Draco said something to his father who then looked at him disapprovingly. Walker bent down his second, fourth, and fifth finger and aimed the profane hand gesture at both of them. Draco flushed and looked enraged, whereas his father simply looked amused. He turned around as he heard his compartment door slide open.
-Here, there is room in this one.
-Oh yes. Ron, Harry, hurry up, there is only one person here.
He looked over at the two girls that where standing in the doorway, and his breath caught momentarily. Standing there was two of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He was surprised by this, since he had long ago stopped looking at women in a sexual way, since they all seemed to scorn him. The shorter one had red hair, which would probably be close to flames if it was dry, and was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged her hips and a dark green turtle neck that clung to her slightly, outlining her breasts. Her skin was creamy pale, and had a few freckles on her cheeks. The taller one had a head of brown bushy hair, which would boarder on goddess-like if it was taken care of, and was wearing a blue skirt that fell to mid calf, which barely showed her hips, and a pink short sleeved shirt that showed her midriff. Her skin was tan, and she had a beauty mark under her left eye. Two boys walked up and joined them. Both wore jeans, and sweaters, one was maroon, the other green that matched his eyes. He placed the first one as the shorter girls brother, by his red hair, pale face and freckles. The other one was most interesting.
-Aww, come on Hermione. We had to put the bags somewhere.
-Yea, the train is so crowded; it was hard to get through.
-Your Harry Potter.
They all turned and looked at him as if they just remembered he was here. The boy with green eyes looked at him for a minute.
-Uhh, ya. Im Harry Potter.
-Oh, hello then.
-Hi. What is your name?
-Walker.
His friend Ron watched this, and then his eyes rose to the patch on his duffel. He frowned.
-I think we should find another compartment you guys. Don't want to ride with this rubbish.
-Oh Ron, quit being so stupid!
The younger girl turned and slapped him on his chest, then turned to him.
-Im Ginny Weasley, and this prat here, is my brother Ron, and thats Hermione Granger.
-That's a strange name, Walker.
-Well, so is Granger.
She flushed for a second, and then sat down on the other side of the compartment next to Harry and Ron. Ginny sat on the other side of the bench, and began a conversation with him. She asked him how his summer was, and what it was like in the Slytherin house, and other very general questions. He felt a strange urge not to let her know about how his life really was, so he was happy she was asking simple questions. He did not believe in lying. After the train had been going for 15 minutes the door slid open, and Draco Malfoys sneering face looked through, flanked by Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy.
-How dare you do that at my father! You will pay for that Walker!
Walker clenched his hands into fists so hard his finger nails were cutting into his palms. He did not fear Draco Crabbe or Goyle, but the fact that Malfoy had brought Pansy made his blood boil. He had asked her to the Yule ball in the Fourth year, and she had laughed in his face, and stated she would rather go with a house elf. It would not have hurt if it was not in the common room in front of all his fellow "housemates". Malfoy was showing an amazing sense of intelligence so far this year. Walker was happier at the infuriated look on his face though.
-I would have done it to your mother, but she didn't have enough.
His pale face had grown paler, and his eyes glinted in furry. Walker wondered at the scandalized gasp from Pansy. She had practically given it to half of the Slytherin boys, and if rumors where to be trusted, some of the girls too.
-We will see if your so funny when you have detention all of first week, and 10 feet of lines to write. You forget that I am a prefect!
-You can take your punishments, and shove them up your arse for all I care Malfoy.
Malfoy stiffened and whirled towards Harry.
-Just when I thought you could not possibly get any worse Potter, I find out that you consort with Vagabond bastards as well.
With that he gave a derisive laugh and walked down the corridor, Crabbe and Goyle guffawing stupidly, and Pansy shrieking with laughter. What had he seen in her anyways? He glanced at his four companions, and they all stared at him in a shocked stupor. Then, Ron smiled and lifted his hands and slowly clapped them together.
-Well done mate, bloody marvelous!
Walker allowed himself a short smile, and unclenched his hands, the blood dripping from the cuts down his palms.
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Well, here is the second chapter. Please review and tell me what you think.