Hogsmeade Station

The foursome continued their conversations the entire ride to Hogwarts. Not a single moment went without someone talking. Even while munching on chocolate frogs from the snack trolley. Fits of laughter could be heard many times. Ron, Hermione and Harry trying to catch Laia up on events that they've been through their six years at Hogwarts. Harry was starting to feel like a kid again during this ride. He wasn't so moody, dark, quiet and reserved for the ride. He could really open up and act himself.

"All this talk about Vold . . . Voldemorn . . ."

"Voldemort, Laia." Hermione corrected, while laughing at her trying to pronounce Voldemorts name.

She laughed along with Hermione. "Yea, whatever." She stuck her tongue out at Hermione. "Who is he? I've never heard of him before."

"That can't be possible. He's only the most feared and evil wizard."

"It is possible. She's not from England Ron. He didn't terrorize the world. He terrorized England. He was out to get the world. But only managed to horrify England." Hermione attempted to explain to Ron.

"Yea, but there's this thing called papers Hermione. I would think that wizards all over the world would at least know his name. And Ha . . . " Harry didn't give him time to finish. He gave Ron a swift kick in the shin. "Ow! What was that for?"

He didn't answer Ron. He simply mouthed the word "no" and shook his head. Ron looked a bit confused. Hermione on the other hand figured out what Harry wanted.

"Ron, we'll be at Hogsmeade in an hour. Why don't we go do our checks and get prepared?"

Ron was rubbing his shin where Harry had just kicked him. "Yea sure. I don't like hanging around with people who kick their best mate in the shin anyway."

"Sod off Ron." Harry laughed.

Ron and Hermione got up and left the suite. Once the door was shut Hermione smacked Ron on the arm.

"Ow! Now your hitting me! What did I do?"

"Can't you see? He doesn't want her to know that his parents were murdered by Voldemort. Harry isn't proud of his fame. He lost his only loved ones by Voldemort, and he doesn't like being famous for that."

"So he wants her to like him for him. Not because he's 'Famous Harry Potter'?"

"Exactly. Now if I know Harry, I can see that he really likes her. So I want him to tell her about his parents, if he wants too."

"That's a big secret to keep though Hermione. Someone, like Draco, will probably let it slip."

"We'll just have to see. But for now, lets let him keep his secret."

They walked to the front of the train together. Doing random checks.

Back in the suite Harry and Laia were still talking about Voldemort. Laia had moved to where Ron and Hermione were sitting. She was laying down on the seat. With her head propped up so she wasn't looking at Harry diagonally. Harry kept looking her over. She was extremely sexy with the perfect hour glass figure. She also flaunted her figure. She had on tight flared dark blue jeans, and a light blue cashmere sweater that fitted her form exceptionally well.

Harry knew it was going to take some effort trying to explain to Laia, without getting distracted by her.

"You see Laia, Voldemort was a dark wizard. He had become very powerful and was looking for people to join the dark side. We call those who did follow him, Death Eaters. When Voldemort disappeared, many of his followers were sent to Azkaban. And the rest turned against him. Claiming insanity. That he had put them under some sort of curse."

"Well they should be mighty glad that he disappeared. Or else they would all be dead meat."

"They were glad. Until six years ago. When he returned."

"You're shitting me." Laia sat up quickly and propped herself up with her palms on the seat. "How did he return?"

"I don't think he ever disappeared to be honest. He was living on our old Defense Against the Dark Arts professors head. I think he had just recruited Professor Quirell a few days before being, what everyone thought, killed. So no one really knew that Quirell was a Death Eater yet. So he knew he had someone safe that he could take over."

"Wait wait wait. Voldemort was living on Quirells head?" she smiled at Harry, in her head she could picture a tiny man living on someone else head.

"Well, inside him. Like he had possessed Quirell. But now more of his followers are coming back into the open and saying that they still support Voldemort. They killed one of my friends two years ago in front of me. Voldemort was trying to get to me."

"You? Why you?"

Harry still felt like he didn't want to tell her the real reason. He sulked his shoulders, cast his eyes down at the floor and gave her the brief reason why.

"Because my parents refused to follow him. So Voldemort tracked them down, and killed them."

He peeked up at Laia. She had tears in her eyes. He looked back down at the floor, trying to fight back his own tears. Laia got down on her knees in front of Harry and put her hands on top of his.

"I am so sorry to hear that Harry. That is so horrible. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I don't know what I would do in that situation."

Harry finally looked at Laia in her eyes. She truly looked sad about his parents.

"It's okay. Really. Thank you for your sympathy though. I miss them terribly, and would have at least like to have got to know them. But I have people around me now that I care about that are like parents. I feel like an adopted Weasley."

"Well you can always get by with your friends. I hope you consider me one." It was Laias turn to look at the floor. She could feel her face redden.

The train started to slow. Harry looked out the window and saw the Hogsmeade station coming up. Harry looked back at Laia. He smiled. Her cheeks were rosy pink. He slipped his hand under her chin and lifted her head up.

"If you like. I would like to consider you more than a friend. I know this statement is overused, but I feel like I've known you all my life. You're so talented, smart, funny. And you're beautiful."

Laias face reddened to an even darker shade. The train came to a slow stop. The stopping motion made Harrys face dangerously close to Laias. He took another look into her eyes. He felt he could become lost in them. They were beautiful, stone gray with a purple outlining. He closed his eyes and finished the few inches between them with a soft kiss.