"Up everyone, up! Don't want to miss the train, come on!" Came the loud screeches from Mrs. Weasley as she nearly knocked Ron out of his bed. He cursed his mother quietly, and threw his covers off of him in a hasty manner. Harry just stared up at the ceiling as he blinked a few times so his eyes would adjust. Then he put his glasses on the brim of his nose and wriggled out of his sleeping bag. Neither of them really wanted to get up, but they had to. If they didn't, Hermione would be anxiously wondering where in the world could they be. And both of them knew that you didn't want to be in the presence of a worried Hermione.
Mrs. Weasley had fixed her family a rather quick breakfast which included in some toast and orange juice, since she had realized that they were already 10 minutes behind schedule. She practically made everyone shove their food into their mouths so she could hurry them upstairs for their things after they had clothed themselves. The children returned downstairs one by one, and she filed them off into the car that Mr. Weasley had purchased almost 4 years ago after Ron had purposly droven the old one to Hogwarts, running it into the rumpous Whomping Willow when he was twelve.
The family bade their farewells to Fred and George who were already up and about to head towards Diagon Alley to their new shop. Mrs. Weasley threatened them with a grounding if she found anything was missing or destroyed when she and her husband returned. They just smiled and waved them off as Mr. Weasley pulled the car out of the gravel driveway and flew it into the air.
The ride was quite short, for flying was much faster than driving. Mr. Weasley brought the car down from the air when they reached King's Cross Station, just for the assurance that no muggles would find them hovering in the sky. He parked the car and 2 Weasley children left to attend Hogwarts and Harry piled out of the car as Mrs. Weasley rushed them into the station. Mr. Weasley followed with everyone's things, after Harry offered to help countless times. He was somewhat behind the rest of them, but still kept up as best he could. Finally they had reached the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10.
"Ginny, why don't you go first? Arthur, give her her trunk," Mrs. Weasley ushered as her husband pushed Ginny's cart to her. She tightened her grip on the handle, steadied herself, and burst into a run to the brick wall, vanishing before she made contact. Mrs. Weasley turned to Ron, who had already taken his things from his father. He nodded as he already knew what to do, and he too bolted towards the wall. He disappeared in an instant. Harry followed closely behind, and was now standing in front of the Hogwarts Express, which looked as grand as ever.
After a moment Mr. and Mrs. Weasley appeared in the station, and rushed to find Ginny, who argued that she was more than old enough to get herself onto a train. Before she stormed off, she gave them each a hasty hug and kiss. Ron was then pummled by his mother as he was being planted with kisses on the cheek. Harry gave Mr. Weasley a quick handshake and a small hug to Mrs. Weasley, who shooed them off to the train before they missed it.
Harry and Ron left their trunks next to the large pile of other students' belongings, and they got onto the train. They walked down the aisle searching for an empty compartment, or one that Hermione was saving for them. And as they had expected, Harry and Ron were happy to see a very familiar head of bushy chestnut hair curled up with a book inside of a cubicle. She didn't notice them enter and she continued to flip the pages of her book, not looking up once at them. Harry made a slight cough to catch her attention, and immediately her eyes shot up at both of them, a warm smile forming across her mouth.
"Well it's about time, you two!" she said blissfully, "I've had to run out 3 First Years from sitting here..." She laughed slightly at the way she had put her last remark. She closed her book, making sure to mark her spot, and placed it inside her bookbag.
"How were your summers? I expect you went to Ron's, Harry?" she turned to Harry, who nodded. Then both he and Ron went into a long story about Wizard's Chess, and then Harry started to tell Hermione about Ron's dancing rendevous.
"I don't see how he could have trusted them...but he just scarfed it down, then after a few mintutes he started dancing like crazy! It was hilarious," Harry had said, his hands waving around all over the place to mimic Ron's actions. Ron, on the other hand, scoffed at this and turned a soft shade of pink.
"It wasn't my fault-I was mad hungry!" he retorted, and Hermione snorted in amusement.
"Only you would fall for something so stupid...especially if it involves food. Honestly Ron," she headed for her bag again, "I'm surprised that you haven't grown out instead of up with all of the food you've put into your mouth." She pulled out a book, followed by a peice of parchment and a quill.
"I'm surprised that you didn't do your assignments over the summer!" Ron said hotly, as she looked up at him with a stern glare. The reminder of homeowork from the summer made Harry practically dive for his schoolbag and take out at least 2 different books. By now he had completely forgotten that Ron and Hermione had started in a row.
"This isn't homework, Ron, I'm writing a letter..." she replied, her quill moving across the page as she scribbled things down. Occasionally she'd stop and ponder as she gently touched the quill feather to her chin, and then would continue. Ron peered over from across the other seat and looked down closely at her paper, not even giving her room to write.
"So who's it to? The letter, I mean." He said, and she pushed his head away from her parchment. She dipped her quill in her small ink bottle, closed it, and wrote more.
"To my parents," she noted, not even looking up at him, "They deserve to know that I've made it on the train safely." Ron gawked at her, as if she were some sort of a loony.
"They were the ones that took you to the train station! Why do they need to know you've gotten on the train if they saw you?!" he wanted to know. Hermione rolled her eyes at this and folded the paper she would eventually send off to her parents, placing it-along with her quill and ink bottle-within her bag once more.
"Because they're my parents!" she snapped.
Ron and Hermione did not talk the rest of the train ride there, but when Harry had finished his homework he had forced them to converse. It was their usual routine; Ron would say something and Hermione would snap back-causing another argument, and then Harry would just chime in at the right moment to get them talking again. Then again, sometimes Harry would just site back and watch it all happen with slight amusement. It always seemed funny to watch the two of them argue, but after a while, Harry began to dose off, tired from not recieving enough rest the previous night.
He held her in his arms, there was nothing he could do anymore...he watched as she bled into his shirt, here empty eyes gazing up at him. He moved her chestnut strands out of her face and suddenly gasped. There were two peirce marks on the side of her neck-she had been bitten. There were dry spots of crimson where she was bleeding there before. He couldn't take it anymore.
He wanted to get out of there, as far as he could go. The guilt inside of him was yearning to escape, and the feeling of loss had once again crept over him. He had to get away from her body...
It was to hard to see someone else so much dead.
"Harry? Harry!" someone was shaking him awake. Harry shot up immediately to find Hermione and Ron kneeling over him with worried faces. He wiped the sweat from his brow and quickly furrowed them together in confusion. He didn't really understand what he had just seen, and nor did he want to.
"Goodness, Harry...you scared me half to death!" Hermione was almost at the point of bursting into tears from fright. Ron was breathing hard as he tried to comfort Hermione who seemed to shocked to say anymore. Harry put a hand to his forehead as he looked up at both of them. He glanced out the window to find that it was pitch black, which meant that they were almost at the train platform.
"W-What happened?" said Harry, dazed. Ron just shrugged and shook his head.
"Dunno...you just went crazy...kind of like when the dementors took over the train in our 3rd Year..." He murmured quietly. Both he and Hermione knew that Harry's worst fear were dementors, for they had such an effect on him. If someone else lived through watching their parents get killed by one of the most powerful dark wizards in the world, then dementors would most likely have an impact on them too.
Hermione had finally regained herself, and pushed the rest of her books into her bag and zipped it up. She straightened herself up and her face began to relax.
"Well then...I'll let you two change and I'll be back in a few," she said before sliding open the compartment door and shutting it hastily.
The Express eventually slowed itself to a stop, ending the long ride to Hogwarts. The trio was relieved to get out of the cramped compartment and into the large and oversized castle. Ron was especially happy to get something to eat after waiting for so long. They gathered their things and headed out of the train, rushing across the way to find an empty horse carriage. Everyone knew by now that the horses are invisible to any whose eyes have not seen death. Harry was among one of the few who had, and of course that was not the greatest thing in the world. He did not want to see anyone die; he just did.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had shoved themselves into the first available carriage which was, luckily, unoccupied. When they had settled, the carriage began to move freely down the narrow path to the school. The ride was slightly bumpy, and not the most pleasant sitting, as the seats were not cushioned; just wooden benches attatched within the carriages. This made things even more uncomfortable as they moved along. And eventually, to the liking of each of them, they had finally stopped afront of the Hogwarts Grounds.
Students filed out of each carriage and awaited further instructions to go inside the castle. And then they were all on their way to yet another exciting and surprising year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, the adventures are just beginning...
Mrs. Weasley had fixed her family a rather quick breakfast which included in some toast and orange juice, since she had realized that they were already 10 minutes behind schedule. She practically made everyone shove their food into their mouths so she could hurry them upstairs for their things after they had clothed themselves. The children returned downstairs one by one, and she filed them off into the car that Mr. Weasley had purchased almost 4 years ago after Ron had purposly droven the old one to Hogwarts, running it into the rumpous Whomping Willow when he was twelve.
The family bade their farewells to Fred and George who were already up and about to head towards Diagon Alley to their new shop. Mrs. Weasley threatened them with a grounding if she found anything was missing or destroyed when she and her husband returned. They just smiled and waved them off as Mr. Weasley pulled the car out of the gravel driveway and flew it into the air.
The ride was quite short, for flying was much faster than driving. Mr. Weasley brought the car down from the air when they reached King's Cross Station, just for the assurance that no muggles would find them hovering in the sky. He parked the car and 2 Weasley children left to attend Hogwarts and Harry piled out of the car as Mrs. Weasley rushed them into the station. Mr. Weasley followed with everyone's things, after Harry offered to help countless times. He was somewhat behind the rest of them, but still kept up as best he could. Finally they had reached the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10.
"Ginny, why don't you go first? Arthur, give her her trunk," Mrs. Weasley ushered as her husband pushed Ginny's cart to her. She tightened her grip on the handle, steadied herself, and burst into a run to the brick wall, vanishing before she made contact. Mrs. Weasley turned to Ron, who had already taken his things from his father. He nodded as he already knew what to do, and he too bolted towards the wall. He disappeared in an instant. Harry followed closely behind, and was now standing in front of the Hogwarts Express, which looked as grand as ever.
After a moment Mr. and Mrs. Weasley appeared in the station, and rushed to find Ginny, who argued that she was more than old enough to get herself onto a train. Before she stormed off, she gave them each a hasty hug and kiss. Ron was then pummled by his mother as he was being planted with kisses on the cheek. Harry gave Mr. Weasley a quick handshake and a small hug to Mrs. Weasley, who shooed them off to the train before they missed it.
Harry and Ron left their trunks next to the large pile of other students' belongings, and they got onto the train. They walked down the aisle searching for an empty compartment, or one that Hermione was saving for them. And as they had expected, Harry and Ron were happy to see a very familiar head of bushy chestnut hair curled up with a book inside of a cubicle. She didn't notice them enter and she continued to flip the pages of her book, not looking up once at them. Harry made a slight cough to catch her attention, and immediately her eyes shot up at both of them, a warm smile forming across her mouth.
"Well it's about time, you two!" she said blissfully, "I've had to run out 3 First Years from sitting here..." She laughed slightly at the way she had put her last remark. She closed her book, making sure to mark her spot, and placed it inside her bookbag.
"How were your summers? I expect you went to Ron's, Harry?" she turned to Harry, who nodded. Then both he and Ron went into a long story about Wizard's Chess, and then Harry started to tell Hermione about Ron's dancing rendevous.
"I don't see how he could have trusted them...but he just scarfed it down, then after a few mintutes he started dancing like crazy! It was hilarious," Harry had said, his hands waving around all over the place to mimic Ron's actions. Ron, on the other hand, scoffed at this and turned a soft shade of pink.
"It wasn't my fault-I was mad hungry!" he retorted, and Hermione snorted in amusement.
"Only you would fall for something so stupid...especially if it involves food. Honestly Ron," she headed for her bag again, "I'm surprised that you haven't grown out instead of up with all of the food you've put into your mouth." She pulled out a book, followed by a peice of parchment and a quill.
"I'm surprised that you didn't do your assignments over the summer!" Ron said hotly, as she looked up at him with a stern glare. The reminder of homeowork from the summer made Harry practically dive for his schoolbag and take out at least 2 different books. By now he had completely forgotten that Ron and Hermione had started in a row.
"This isn't homework, Ron, I'm writing a letter..." she replied, her quill moving across the page as she scribbled things down. Occasionally she'd stop and ponder as she gently touched the quill feather to her chin, and then would continue. Ron peered over from across the other seat and looked down closely at her paper, not even giving her room to write.
"So who's it to? The letter, I mean." He said, and she pushed his head away from her parchment. She dipped her quill in her small ink bottle, closed it, and wrote more.
"To my parents," she noted, not even looking up at him, "They deserve to know that I've made it on the train safely." Ron gawked at her, as if she were some sort of a loony.
"They were the ones that took you to the train station! Why do they need to know you've gotten on the train if they saw you?!" he wanted to know. Hermione rolled her eyes at this and folded the paper she would eventually send off to her parents, placing it-along with her quill and ink bottle-within her bag once more.
"Because they're my parents!" she snapped.
Ron and Hermione did not talk the rest of the train ride there, but when Harry had finished his homework he had forced them to converse. It was their usual routine; Ron would say something and Hermione would snap back-causing another argument, and then Harry would just chime in at the right moment to get them talking again. Then again, sometimes Harry would just site back and watch it all happen with slight amusement. It always seemed funny to watch the two of them argue, but after a while, Harry began to dose off, tired from not recieving enough rest the previous night.
He held her in his arms, there was nothing he could do anymore...he watched as she bled into his shirt, here empty eyes gazing up at him. He moved her chestnut strands out of her face and suddenly gasped. There were two peirce marks on the side of her neck-she had been bitten. There were dry spots of crimson where she was bleeding there before. He couldn't take it anymore.
He wanted to get out of there, as far as he could go. The guilt inside of him was yearning to escape, and the feeling of loss had once again crept over him. He had to get away from her body...
It was to hard to see someone else so much dead.
"Harry? Harry!" someone was shaking him awake. Harry shot up immediately to find Hermione and Ron kneeling over him with worried faces. He wiped the sweat from his brow and quickly furrowed them together in confusion. He didn't really understand what he had just seen, and nor did he want to.
"Goodness, Harry...you scared me half to death!" Hermione was almost at the point of bursting into tears from fright. Ron was breathing hard as he tried to comfort Hermione who seemed to shocked to say anymore. Harry put a hand to his forehead as he looked up at both of them. He glanced out the window to find that it was pitch black, which meant that they were almost at the train platform.
"W-What happened?" said Harry, dazed. Ron just shrugged and shook his head.
"Dunno...you just went crazy...kind of like when the dementors took over the train in our 3rd Year..." He murmured quietly. Both he and Hermione knew that Harry's worst fear were dementors, for they had such an effect on him. If someone else lived through watching their parents get killed by one of the most powerful dark wizards in the world, then dementors would most likely have an impact on them too.
Hermione had finally regained herself, and pushed the rest of her books into her bag and zipped it up. She straightened herself up and her face began to relax.
"Well then...I'll let you two change and I'll be back in a few," she said before sliding open the compartment door and shutting it hastily.
The Express eventually slowed itself to a stop, ending the long ride to Hogwarts. The trio was relieved to get out of the cramped compartment and into the large and oversized castle. Ron was especially happy to get something to eat after waiting for so long. They gathered their things and headed out of the train, rushing across the way to find an empty horse carriage. Everyone knew by now that the horses are invisible to any whose eyes have not seen death. Harry was among one of the few who had, and of course that was not the greatest thing in the world. He did not want to see anyone die; he just did.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had shoved themselves into the first available carriage which was, luckily, unoccupied. When they had settled, the carriage began to move freely down the narrow path to the school. The ride was slightly bumpy, and not the most pleasant sitting, as the seats were not cushioned; just wooden benches attatched within the carriages. This made things even more uncomfortable as they moved along. And eventually, to the liking of each of them, they had finally stopped afront of the Hogwarts Grounds.
Students filed out of each carriage and awaited further instructions to go inside the castle. And then they were all on their way to yet another exciting and surprising year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, the adventures are just beginning...