Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you know who you are. It is so nice of you to review my fic, when my own sister and friends do not bother to, but I am not bitter.
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Walker watched the rain bounce off the ground while the train moved through the country side. Ron and Hermione had left to do their rounds as prefects, and Harry and Ginny where chatting amiably and he inserted an answer whenever they asked him questions. There was a mild sort of tension in the air after Dracos remark, course he could be imagining it. He had bought a bottle of Butter beer from the cart, and he sipped from it now. His stomach rumbled slightly, and he thought ahead to the feast. He usually gained a good 10 lbs. or so when he was at school from eating full regular meals. However, over the summer, he had filled out nicely from the steady job he had. He liked sheep farming, and thought that he would probably go and do it again next summer. Besides, it let him walk. He always felt anxious when he wasn't walking for long periods of time. So, feeling this way, he got up and excused himself, and stepped into the corridor. He turned and walked towards the back, thinking he could sit on the edge and feel the rain on his face and smell the cool air. As he walked he caught snatches of conversation between friends, united after what seemed like ages. He smiled and nodded as he walked by Ron, and then stopped short in between two cars. This was the Slytherin car. Every year they claimed it for themselves, and drove off anyone else who tried to sit here with words, or with force. He sighed to himself, and walked through the door. As soon as he stepped in the whole car became silent. Doors opened along the way, and heads stuck out, looking with disfavor on him. He always received such a welcome from them, but it was heightened this time. He imagined that the story of his slight against Draco had traveled, and they did not look with favor on someone who would talk back to their champion. Walker walked on, pushing his way through most of them, until Goyle stepped into his way.
-Excuse me; your girth is blocking my way.
-Shut up, scrub. You are gonna pay for makin fun of Dracos mother.
-My my. I am impressed. How long did it take you to string that whole sentence together? I imagine it is written behind me somewhere.
Goyle stood there, thinking that over for a while. Walker thought to himself, that it must hurt, by the expression on his face. When he could not figure out what it meant, he fell back on his old defense mechanism. He threw his fist at Walker. The blow was powerful, but slow and lacking discipline. Walker pivoted back on his right foot, so the fist flew in front of him and hit the wall with a crack. Then he pivoted back, and wrapped his left foot behind Goyles right, and pulled, pushing him off balance. He then lifted his arm up to block the side blow aimed at his skull, and brought his left hand to his neck, and pinched off the major arteries to his brain. In five seconds, Goyles eyes rolled back, and he fell to the floor with a thud. Walker stepped over Goyles body and walked out of the car, leaving the stunned students behind. He had learned how to brawl when he was young and on his own. He specialized at neutralizing a situation as quickly as powerful. He probably couldn't stand a knock down drag out fight for long.
~_~
He woke up suddenly as he felt something strike his forehead. He pulled himself back as the hail came falling from the sky. He sat up and walked back into the train. He had walked back and fallen asleep at the end, leaning his head against the railing. His clothes were soaked through from the rain, and it was dark outside. He walked up to the front of the train, and this time he was ignored as he walked through the Slytherin car. He got to his compartment. They looked shocked at him as he went in and sat down.
-Where have you been?
-Why are you soaked?
-There is a bruise on your head, mate.
-Did you really knock Goyle unconscious?
Walker blinked slightly at the barrage of questions.
-uh… I went to the back of the train.
The questions started again, and he quickly edged towards the door in panic.
-I uh, I gotta go change.
~_~
He pulled on a black turtle neck and pants that he reserved for school, and pulled his robe over his shoulders. He frowned and his tapped and frayed shoes.
-Ill have to get a new pair of shoes this year. Maybe they have ones that don't fall apart.
He pulled the shoes off and set them aside and rubbed his foot absently. It was calloused and worn from his long miles. He pulled on a pair of black socks and slipped his feet back into his shoes. He looked at the bag full of gold he had from his wages over the summer.
-I should have seen if I could have afforded dress robes. Meh, no one will ask me anyways.
He looked up as someone entered.
-Hey Walker.
-Lycanan, how was your summer?
-It was alright.
He was tall and his hair was black and streaked with silver, and his spiky hair fell behind his head to his shoulders. A few strands fell and framed his face, showing pale lips in a predatory grin, and ice blue eyes.
-Saw what you did to Goyle mate, bloody Marvelous. He is going to make your year hell.
-So what else is new?
-Just wanted to make sure you knew.
He pulled his shirt of to reveal his compact muscular form. You couldn't tell it when he wore his robes, but he was very well built, compared to Walkers more average form. They were associates, not really calling themselves friends, but they were allies in their similar hatred of Mr. Malfoy.
-Also noticed you were with Potters little group. Trying to move in on Grainger and Weasley? You dog!
-You should be one to call someone "dog".
Lycanan glanced quickly around, and then leaped at Walker, cocking his arm back and driving it into his stomach, growling. Walker laughed and struck back against his kidneys, causing the larger boy to roll off him and hold onto his pained sides.
-You bastard, don't say that where some what might here you!
-A little paranoid are we? Ow, I think you cracked a rib!
-You deserved it, I think Im going to be pissing blood tomorrow.
They both laughed and pulled themselves up. Walked reached into his duffel and pulled out a roll of tape, and gingerly pulled his robe and shirt off. Lycanan glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow,
-Wow, you filled out. What did you do this summer?
-Sheep farming. Help me out here, you beast.
Walker tossed him the tape, and Lycanan begin to put tape across his back.
-Ill do the back, you can do the front.
-You're the one that injured me!
-Yah well, it would look pretty strange to see the two of us here like this.
Walker nodded, and then the door to the luggage area opened revealing a ginger head of hair.
-Walker, you really shouldn't of…
Hermiones eyes widened as she looked at the scene before her. Walker was sitting on a trunk with his shirt off while John Lycanan stood behind, similarly undressed, with his hands on his back.
-Uh, Im sorry!
Ginny stuck her head in.
-What is… hello hello!
She grinned evilly and both Walker and John raised one eyebrow at her. Hermione frowned and walked towards them.
-Shouldn't you be doing this somewhere privately?
-Yah, like our compartment.
-Ginny!
-What?
-I cant believe you would say something like that?
-Don't you wanna watch?
-What?! No!
-Well I do.
Walker quickly finished wrapping his ribs, and pulled his shirt and cloak on. John Grinned at both of the lovely looking girls.
-John was just helping me with an injury, thats all Hermione.
-Ill find someplace private with you Hermione.
Hermione blushed, and quickly grabbed her and Ginnys robes. Ginny waved her fingers at them before she was pulled away. John and Walker looked at each other and shrugged as the train stopped.
-Well, lets get going.
-Yah, Im hungry.
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Walker watched the rain bounce off the ground while the train moved through the country side. Ron and Hermione had left to do their rounds as prefects, and Harry and Ginny where chatting amiably and he inserted an answer whenever they asked him questions. There was a mild sort of tension in the air after Dracos remark, course he could be imagining it. He had bought a bottle of Butter beer from the cart, and he sipped from it now. His stomach rumbled slightly, and he thought ahead to the feast. He usually gained a good 10 lbs. or so when he was at school from eating full regular meals. However, over the summer, he had filled out nicely from the steady job he had. He liked sheep farming, and thought that he would probably go and do it again next summer. Besides, it let him walk. He always felt anxious when he wasn't walking for long periods of time. So, feeling this way, he got up and excused himself, and stepped into the corridor. He turned and walked towards the back, thinking he could sit on the edge and feel the rain on his face and smell the cool air. As he walked he caught snatches of conversation between friends, united after what seemed like ages. He smiled and nodded as he walked by Ron, and then stopped short in between two cars. This was the Slytherin car. Every year they claimed it for themselves, and drove off anyone else who tried to sit here with words, or with force. He sighed to himself, and walked through the door. As soon as he stepped in the whole car became silent. Doors opened along the way, and heads stuck out, looking with disfavor on him. He always received such a welcome from them, but it was heightened this time. He imagined that the story of his slight against Draco had traveled, and they did not look with favor on someone who would talk back to their champion. Walker walked on, pushing his way through most of them, until Goyle stepped into his way.
-Excuse me; your girth is blocking my way.
-Shut up, scrub. You are gonna pay for makin fun of Dracos mother.
-My my. I am impressed. How long did it take you to string that whole sentence together? I imagine it is written behind me somewhere.
Goyle stood there, thinking that over for a while. Walker thought to himself, that it must hurt, by the expression on his face. When he could not figure out what it meant, he fell back on his old defense mechanism. He threw his fist at Walker. The blow was powerful, but slow and lacking discipline. Walker pivoted back on his right foot, so the fist flew in front of him and hit the wall with a crack. Then he pivoted back, and wrapped his left foot behind Goyles right, and pulled, pushing him off balance. He then lifted his arm up to block the side blow aimed at his skull, and brought his left hand to his neck, and pinched off the major arteries to his brain. In five seconds, Goyles eyes rolled back, and he fell to the floor with a thud. Walker stepped over Goyles body and walked out of the car, leaving the stunned students behind. He had learned how to brawl when he was young and on his own. He specialized at neutralizing a situation as quickly as powerful. He probably couldn't stand a knock down drag out fight for long.
~_~
He woke up suddenly as he felt something strike his forehead. He pulled himself back as the hail came falling from the sky. He sat up and walked back into the train. He had walked back and fallen asleep at the end, leaning his head against the railing. His clothes were soaked through from the rain, and it was dark outside. He walked up to the front of the train, and this time he was ignored as he walked through the Slytherin car. He got to his compartment. They looked shocked at him as he went in and sat down.
-Where have you been?
-Why are you soaked?
-There is a bruise on your head, mate.
-Did you really knock Goyle unconscious?
Walker blinked slightly at the barrage of questions.
-uh… I went to the back of the train.
The questions started again, and he quickly edged towards the door in panic.
-I uh, I gotta go change.
~_~
He pulled on a black turtle neck and pants that he reserved for school, and pulled his robe over his shoulders. He frowned and his tapped and frayed shoes.
-Ill have to get a new pair of shoes this year. Maybe they have ones that don't fall apart.
He pulled the shoes off and set them aside and rubbed his foot absently. It was calloused and worn from his long miles. He pulled on a pair of black socks and slipped his feet back into his shoes. He looked at the bag full of gold he had from his wages over the summer.
-I should have seen if I could have afforded dress robes. Meh, no one will ask me anyways.
He looked up as someone entered.
-Hey Walker.
-Lycanan, how was your summer?
-It was alright.
He was tall and his hair was black and streaked with silver, and his spiky hair fell behind his head to his shoulders. A few strands fell and framed his face, showing pale lips in a predatory grin, and ice blue eyes.
-Saw what you did to Goyle mate, bloody Marvelous. He is going to make your year hell.
-So what else is new?
-Just wanted to make sure you knew.
He pulled his shirt of to reveal his compact muscular form. You couldn't tell it when he wore his robes, but he was very well built, compared to Walkers more average form. They were associates, not really calling themselves friends, but they were allies in their similar hatred of Mr. Malfoy.
-Also noticed you were with Potters little group. Trying to move in on Grainger and Weasley? You dog!
-You should be one to call someone "dog".
Lycanan glanced quickly around, and then leaped at Walker, cocking his arm back and driving it into his stomach, growling. Walker laughed and struck back against his kidneys, causing the larger boy to roll off him and hold onto his pained sides.
-You bastard, don't say that where some what might here you!
-A little paranoid are we? Ow, I think you cracked a rib!
-You deserved it, I think Im going to be pissing blood tomorrow.
They both laughed and pulled themselves up. Walked reached into his duffel and pulled out a roll of tape, and gingerly pulled his robe and shirt off. Lycanan glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow,
-Wow, you filled out. What did you do this summer?
-Sheep farming. Help me out here, you beast.
Walker tossed him the tape, and Lycanan begin to put tape across his back.
-Ill do the back, you can do the front.
-You're the one that injured me!
-Yah well, it would look pretty strange to see the two of us here like this.
Walker nodded, and then the door to the luggage area opened revealing a ginger head of hair.
-Walker, you really shouldn't of…
Hermiones eyes widened as she looked at the scene before her. Walker was sitting on a trunk with his shirt off while John Lycanan stood behind, similarly undressed, with his hands on his back.
-Uh, Im sorry!
Ginny stuck her head in.
-What is… hello hello!
She grinned evilly and both Walker and John raised one eyebrow at her. Hermione frowned and walked towards them.
-Shouldn't you be doing this somewhere privately?
-Yah, like our compartment.
-Ginny!
-What?
-I cant believe you would say something like that?
-Don't you wanna watch?
-What?! No!
-Well I do.
Walker quickly finished wrapping his ribs, and pulled his shirt and cloak on. John Grinned at both of the lovely looking girls.
-John was just helping me with an injury, thats all Hermione.
-Ill find someplace private with you Hermione.
Hermione blushed, and quickly grabbed her and Ginnys robes. Ginny waved her fingers at them before she was pulled away. John and Walker looked at each other and shrugged as the train stopped.
-Well, lets get going.
-Yah, Im hungry.
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