J.K.Rowling owns this!! Well, most of it. All hail down to her! :-)
About half way into the ride I realize I'm thirsty. "Dad, can I go and get something to drink?" I ask him.
He looks at me and says, "There should be some water fountains down the train a bit."
"Thanks." I get up and open the door. I look behind me and see him looking out the window again. I shrug my shoulders, wondering why he's so moody. He should be excited that I'm going to be at Hogwarts.
I walk down the train hall towards the water fountain. I look into the windows of compartments as I walk. All of a sudden I trip over a loose piece of rug and fall face first. I knock into a red head boy and we both go tumbling to the floor.
"Hey!" yells a girl above me. I quickly get up, feeling my face getting hot with embarrassment.
"Sorry." I say quickly.
"Aren't you that girl that was with Snape?" asks a boy with untidy black hair.
"Who? Oh, you mean Severus? Yeah, I was with him."
"I hardly hear anyone call him Severus." Says the same boy.
"Wow. I hear it like everyday!"
"Are you like his neighbor or something?" the boy that I knocked over asks.
The girl with bushy brown hair, who has been looking at every inch of me nudges him in the ribs and says quietly, "She's his daughter."
"Yeah, I am. You can't tell?" I ask, confused. I thought we looked a lot alike.
"Of course we can tell. Just hard to believe." Says the untidy haired boy. I look at him. Black hair, round glasses, thin, green eyes, and a scar on his forehead. I come to this scar and stare at it.
"Are you Harry Potter?" I ask him, amazed.
"Yeah." He says, blushing a little.
"Oh." I say, a little disgusted.
The red head boy laughs. "That's usually not the reaction that Harry gets."
"Yeah. Why do you give me that look?" Says Harry Potter.
"Well, it's just that my father doesn't like you all that much."
"I knew that."
I also laugh. "Oh, yeah, I'm like dieing of thirst."
"There's a water fountain down this hall." Says the bushy haired girl.
"Thanks. Whats your name. Mine's Mallory."
"Wow. I like your name. I'm Hermione and this is Ron." She replies making her way down the hall.
We get to the end of the hall and there's a weird looking water fountain. It's got a bunch of buttons on it. I press one and take a drink then walk back down the hall with Hermione, Ron and Harry trailing behind.
"Hermione, do you want to come to my train compartment?" I ask.
All three of them stop dead in their tracks and stare at me.
"I can't. He hates me." Says Harry.
"Yeah, I'm going with Harry," Says Ron, "See you two later."
The two males walk off down the hall. I turn to Hermione. She looks at me and gulps but nods her head.
"What's the worst that could happen?" she says. I smile at her and walk down until we get to my compartment.
Dad doesn't turn around as I walk in.
I sit across from Dad and Hermione sits next to me, staring anxiously at my Father. I laugh out loud at the look on her face.
Dad turns to me than sees that someone else is in here. His jaw drops open slightly, but he quickly realizes this and closes it.
"Granger? What are you doing here?"
"Dad! Be nice!"
"Then tell me what she's doing here." He says, bringing his gaze to me.
"I met her, and I'm trying to be nice. Is that OK?" I say, a bit snobbish.
"Mallory." He says warningly.
"I never knew you had a daughter Professor." Says Hermione politely.
"Obviously." He says, a bit rudely.
"Dad! Are you always like this to your students?"
"Yes, he is." Sasy Hermione, but then flinches from the look my Dad.
Don't talk to me during this ride." He says and goes back to looking out the window.
I roll my eyes at him. Hermone and I talk during the ride, eventually putting our robes on over what we're wearing. The train comes to a stop and I fill with excitement.
We step off the train, with my dad behind us.
"Good luck Mal." He says and hurries off through the crowd of students.
I smile after him and then look at Hermione. "Where do I go?" I ask her.
She points to a massive figure and replies, "You go with Hagrid. I know you're a sixth year, but you have to get sorted."
"I'm not a sixth year, I'm a fifth year." I say.
"You are? You look a lot like 6th years. Well, then we'll be a year apart. No big deal. See you later." She says, and walks away.
I stare after her and then turn to Hagrid. I walk up to him and for some reason he gives me a frightened expression.
My Father, I think.