NOTE: REVISION OF A REVISED VERSION.
Chapter 1 - Friendly Encounters
"I believe everything is packed," muttered Hermione Granger, poking at her suitcase. In it were neat tidy piles of robes, books, and other school supplies. She heaved the suitcase downstairs, and into her parents' waiting car outside.
After several minutes, the Grangers arrived at King's Cross, and her parents gave her a hug, waved and said, "Be sure to study!" Hermione rolled her eyes and gave a pained smile. Her parents telling her to study was like telling someone not to forget to breathe.
Sighing, she headed off towards Platform 9 3/4, and soon found herself staring at the Hogwarts Express. It was an...interesting name...sure, but she did find it a bit odd that the school she was attending was named after the imperfections of a pig's skin.
She got on the train, searching for Harry and/or Ron. Spotting them, she smiled and waved - also smacking someone with her gesturing.
"Sorry I didn't -" she stopped short, realizing who she had hit. (Yes, for introduction purposes) "Malfoy. Never mind, then."
"Granger," Malfoy nodded, "I had hoped you had fallen off a cliff and died, but one doesn't always get what he wants, does he."
"Still as mature and friendly as ever, I see. Well, I'd love to stick around and stare at your ugly face some more, but I've got to meet with my friends. Why don't you go do the same? Oh sorry, I forgot. You don't have any, do you? See ya."
Without waiting for an answer, Hermione ran off to Ron and Harry. They found an empty compartment and settled themselves in.
It was then that observant Hermione noticed Harry's black eye.
"Harry... your eye!"
Harry grinned. "It's nothing. I got in a fight with Dudley, after I pushed him the water and he just... sank."
"Er - good for you."
Suddenly, Luna Lovegood entered the compartment, sat down, and began to color in her coloring book.
"My father bought me these," she murmured dreamily, "He said I could show off my creative side."
The train began to move, the three friends engaged in conversation, and their sixth year was about to begin. This year, things will be very different. A good kind of different, for once.
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Yes... This was completely revised. Not as wacky as before. Please review, and if you'd like for me to email you alerting you of an update, feel free to leave your email, saying so. Thanks.