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Chapter 4: Captain Commando and a Metamorphmagus

"Come on Dursley! You're going to make us late!" Draco shouted to Elijah from the car, who was struggling with his trunk. It was the next morning, and all eight friends, their trunks, and Lucius Malfoy, the twins father, were getting ready to go to the Kings Cross Station to leave for another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"I can't get my trunk in!" he shouted back.

"Goyle, go help him!" Draco said to Goyle, who was staring off into space from the back of the Malfoy family's Suburban.

"Huh?" Goyle said, half there.

"Go. Help. Dursley. With. His. Freaking. Trunk!!!" Draco said slowly, slower than if he was talking to Kathrin's grandmother.

"Oh, right," said Goyle, getting out of the truck.

Breakfast that morning had been very eventful. Narcissa, the twin's mother, had woken the group, wondering why they were all sleeping on top of their tents, instead of inside them. She also had to question the boys on when they had decided to become drag queens, stressing the fact that Elijah could not put on his make-up correctly.

The girls had to try extremely hard not to laugh as the boys noticed what they looked like. Elijah franticly ran to the bathroom, muttering something about a past experience with his eight-year-old sister. Draco, on the other hand, took it much differently. Before following Crabbe and Goyle to the bathroom, he threw a rock at Dyani and yelled a curse-word at the rest of the girls, who were bringing their bed things inside. They just laughed. It took the boys half an hour to scrub off the caked-on make-up. (Now back to our story.)

"Draco! Draco! Draco, dear, you forgot your hat!" said Narcissa, running out to the truck, waving what looked like a dead raccoon.

"Mum, I don't like that hat. It's horrid," said Draco, looking at the hat with disgust.

"But, it's new, and you'll freeze your ears off in the snow without it."

"I don't like my outfit for the snow either. I look like I'm wearing tights and one of Dyani's pea-coats! I don't want to take the hat! I'll take the out fit, but not the hat!"

"Your sister has her hat."

"Her hat doesn't look like a pile of road kill!"

"You're taking this hat, and you're going to wear it, and if you don't, I'll have Dyani send me a note, and then you'll be getting a howler and a box of rocks for Christmas."

"Fine," said Draco, shoving the atrocious hat into his bag.

.. ...........

"Oh, this one!" said Kathrin, pointing to an empty compartment on the train.

"Kat, it's too small. All eight of us are not going to fit in that," said Raven.

"C'mon, we'll go sit in the Prefects section. They have double compartments down there," said Dyani, walking towards the front of the train.

"But, we can't sit there, unlike you and Draco, the rest of us aren't Prefects," said Elijah.

"Pfft," said Draco. "Weasley always takes the Mudblood into the Prefect section."

"That's 'cause they're both Prefects, genius," said Dyani.

"They are? I didn't think so. I don't pay much attention to her, if you could call it a her."

Everyone laughed and headed down to the Prefect section.

"They're all taken," said Kathrin, looking around at the larger compartments.

"This one only has two people in it," said Devi, looking through the window. "We'll just sit with them." She opened the compartment door and walked inside.

Inside, a girl with blonde hair, sleeked back into a tight pony tail was standing, already in her school robes, with her hands on her hips, looking at a boy wearing blue jeans and a black sweatshirt with his hood on. He was lying on the bench with his knees up, reading the latest issue of The Quibbler and didn't seem to be paying any attention to the girl.

"God, he's hopeless," said the girl, as she noticed her fellow students coming in. She turned around and left the compartment.

"Oooook," said Draco as he sat down on the bench.

Dyani was the last in, and apparently the only one who noticed the boy in the compartment. He was now sitting up and his hood had fallen off to reveal blood red hair. Seeing as the only seat next to him, she sat down.

"Hi," she said, putting her hand out. "Dyani Malfoy."

"Jett," he mumbled while shaking her hand. "Jett Zeller."

"That's my twin, Draco, his friends, Elijah Dursley, Crabbe, and Goyle," she said, while pointing to her friends, who were conversing amongst themselves, apparently still not noticing Jett. "And, my best friends, Kathrin Potter, Devi Wood, and Raven Granger."

"Cool. What house are you in?" he asked, quietly.

"Slytherin, you?"

"Same. And them?"

"All Slytherin, except for Devi. She's a Gryffindor. She shouldn't be, though."

"My sister's a Hufflepuff."

"Was that who was in here?"

"No, that was one of her friends, more like role model, I should say. My sister's name is Rose. That annoying thing that was in here was Cristina Lockhart," he said, which made Dyani laugh. Jett smiled. "What year are you in?"

"This'll be the sixth for all of us."

"Cool, me too."

"Cool hair color. Dyed?"

"It's not dyed," he said. "I'm a Metamorphmagus."

"Oh cool. I've never met one before."

"Hey, Dyani," said Draco, finally noticing she wasn't talking to her friends. "Who's your new friend?"

"Jett. Why do you care?"

"Dude, your hair is awesome!" said Kathrin. She got up and walked across the compartment to Dyani and Jett. "Kathrin Potter, Kat's ok though."

"Potter?" he asked.

"Harry is the stupid fraternal twin of mine. He's a glory hog. Him and his big, fat head."

Everyone in the room laughed. The door to the compartment opened and the girl stepped back inside.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Why do you care?" Draco asked, very snobbishly.

"Because I'm a Prefect. It's my job to make sure the train's in order."

"Well, you aren't very good, are you?" he said, pointing to his Prefect's badge.

"What about the rest of them?" she asked, as if she was ready to hand out detentions before the school year even started.

"I'm a prefect too," said Dyani, walking over to her. "They aren't but they're our friends. Where are yours?"

"The only friend she has is my snobby little sister," said Jett, rather loudly.

"That's not true!" she said. "I happen to have loads of friends!"

"Name one."

"Hannah."

"Whatever."

"Your sister would like to have some money for snacks. That's why I'm here. This is childish; will you just give me a couple galleons for her?"

"Your sister can sit with us, you know, Jett. It's not like its crowded or anything," said Devi.

"It's ok. She doesn't like to be seen with me. I don't know why, maybe it's the whole house difference thing," he said as he took a couple of gold coins out of his pocket. "Which is fine with me. I'd stick up for her if she asked, but she just likes her space. Besides, she's got Captain Commando over here anyways. Makes me feel ok about not being with her all the time." He got up and handed the coins to Cristina, who walked out of the compartment.

Standing up, Jett was, well, tall. Around six foot three inches. Most likely taller than Crabbe and Goyle. Not bigger, just taller.

The rest of the train ride to Hogwarts was filled with laughter and story telling. Jett had become a new friend, and everyone was looking forward to a new year, with new friends.