Harry raised his eyebrows slightly as he gazed at Anna; not paying any attention to the rest of the Weasley's and Hermione as they came through the barrier. Ron was jabbering away, but Harry was staring at Anna, who was busy talking to Hermione. Her reddish brown hair was pulled up and held firmly in place with, Harry realized with surprise, chopsticks. She looked like she was blushing; her cheeks were slightly tinted pink. Her eyes were almost scary; they were bright green and seemed to have a gold-ish glow around the rim. Her clothes consisted of jean Capri's, and a periwinkle t- shirt. She wore white flip-flops and her toenails were painted to match her t-shirt. In her ears were tiny golden snitch earrings. She had a slightly dreamy look on her face; different from the one Luna Lovegood's face wore.
"Uh....Hi, Anna," Harry said, still in awe. He didn't know why he was acting so weird, he couldn't explain anything right now, and he was just as lightheaded as a feather. "Hi, Harry," she said softly. Hermione walked up to them and said, "We'd better find a compartment!" She crossed her arms and looked at the three of them expectantly. "Er...Right," said Ron as they looked for a compartment. They found one that Ron absolutely refused to enter. Draco Malfoy, surprisingly without his cronies, was sitting in a seat staring out the window. "Listen, you slimy git..." Hermione shot Ron a fierce look before he could finish. "Malfoy, we'll be staying in this compartment whether you like it or not, and I happen to know some Head Girls and Boys who would be happy to report you to McGonagall." Draco looked at her. "Whatever," he mumbled. Harry and Ron looked as though they'd been slapped in the face. Since when, when ever, did Malfoy leave them be happy?
Hermione pulled an old Daily Prophet towards her, dating back to about a week after the full Hogwarts term was over. Hermione smoothed it out and with each line she read her eyes became wider. She handed it to Anna and Harry and Ron leaned towards her to also read it.
Tragedy in Azkaban:
Lucius Malfoy, well known to the Ministry, was sentenced to Azkaban after robbing Gringotts of over 50000 Galleons. Naturally, the dementors would have performed the kiss, but shortly after, Mr. Malfoy had driven himself so mad he died a sad death. Best regards to his wife and child.
"Oh, Draco," Hermione looked at him with pity, as Harry and Ron's expressions remained bemused. Anna just looked down at a spot on the floor. "What is it Anna?" Ron asked her. She looked up at him, while everyone had their eyes on her. "My mum was murdered 4 months ago, I know what it's like...." She trailed off, her eyes brimming with tears. She wiped at her eyes but the tears sill came. "V-Voldemort killed her," she said, her voice quavered; her voice was still soft.
Harry stared. He hadn't expected her to mention Voldemort, let alone say his name. Immediately everyone's face took pity on her, even Draco's. "I'm sorry," Harry muttered; and right then and there he decided he liked Anna. The train rolled on, and soon Hermione was dozing off, her head meeting Draco's shoulder. He looked down at her, cheeks a little pink; however he made no attempt to move her. Anna picked up Scip and buried her face into his warm fur. She sighed dreamily. "So adorable," she said which caused Ron to smile and he nervously ruffled his hair. Harry nudged him hard. "Ouch, what in the name of Merlin's beard was that for?" He said rubbing his side. "That's to teach you when a girl's talking about a kitten, not you, mate." Ron jokingly nudged him back. "But isn't she so pretty?" Ron whispered as he dreamily gazed at her. "Uh hmmm....let me think about that one....YES! But it's her personality too, mate. She's different. Not that it's a bad thing..."
The trolley passed by already and Draco lightly shook Hermione's shoulder. "Hermione, wake up...Hermione..." She opened her eyes, and blushed furiously when she found she had fallen asleep on Draco's shoulder. Everyone changed into their robes, Anna happy to wear them again. Slowly, the train came to a stop as the prefects opened the main doors of the train. Anna heard the familiar call of, "Firs' years over here!" Anna grinned and said, "Hi Hagrid." Hagrid looked down at her. "Anna Carmelina, is tha' really you?" Anna nodded as she was pulled towards the carriages by Harry.
When the carriages arrived at the entrance of Hogwarts, Anna's eyes shone brightly. "It's good to be back," she breathed, and Ron heard her.