So here I am Chapter 4
Woooo. The Hogwarts express. It is so red and shiny. I told Mya this and she laughed at my juvenile tendencies. The way to get on to platform 9 and 3/4 was quite similar to getting on to platform 4 and 5/8 at Central Station in Sydney. Just walk through the barrier. Harry and Ron insisted on doing it at a run, Mya and I just rolled our eyes and walked through in an understated sophisticated way. Go us.
We emerged on to a bustling platform the engine was whistling and we had about ten minutes to find a decent compartment. About halfway down the train we found an empty compartment I dragged my trunk in after me. I made quite a point about it being so heavy. With four trunks in our compartment, the floor looked like a bomb hit it. I felt right at home. This was my normal state of existence.
We said goodbye to the Weasleys and to the Grangers and the final whistle for the train sounded. We waved as the train pulled away from the station. I sat opposite Mya and next to Harry, with my back to the window and my legs stretched out over the top of harry. Hermione pulled out a book.
"Hey!" I said. "You can't read until the guys start talking about Quidditch. Or sex" I added, as an afterthought.
We laughed and the train ride continued in social chatter, they told me about how Slytherin was evil, Repeatedly and what classes we were taking. Mya and me were taking the same classes. Advanced potions, Advanced transfiguration, Advanced charms, Ancient Runes, Herbology (which I hate, but am good at) and Advanced Defence against the Dark arts. I laughed when they called it DADA because of the early twentieth century art movement called Dadaism. Good times.
The guys bought a whole bunch of food of the cart and gotten to the point of trying to throw it in each other's mouths, when the door to our compartment slid open. It was the hot blonde.
"Well, well, well" He started. I had to surpress a laugh at his cliched beginning. "Well if it isn't Weasel Face, PotHead and umm..." He looked from Hermione to me. By this point I was laughing outright.
"I'm sure you meant for that to be hurtful, but seriously 'Weasel face?', 'Pot-Head' the next thing you know you'll be calling us Griffyn-dorks. Oh no," I continued in a mock scared voice, "What ever will we do, we're being called names by a boy with a four year olds intelligence." We were all laughing by this point. Malfoy looked shocked, verging on angry.
"Malfoy," Hermione said. " I don't believe you have met Vyvyan Dolbare."
I smiled my most charming smiles and said, "Get out!" I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes when Mya said Dolbare. Undoubtedly his parents were death eaters. That's annoying.
"My father was quite put out to hear of your parents death. Apparently they were good friends." He said. I raised an eyebrow. "Wait a second. I saw you and... the mud blood? In Diagon Alley. Father said you were coming to our school. Were we friends when we were young? I seem to remember your face."
"I reiterate, Malfoy. Get Out. Now." I said. Harry and Ron stood up and Hermione and I Reached for our wands. He glared at Harry, and left with a final "I'll get you yet"
"Weird," I said after He left. " I'm getting memories of us hanging out when we were like, 5, or whatever. That's crazy. Gah. I'm so over being a pureblood. Wait just one second. Did he call you mudblood? That elitist bastard. Oh I'll get him... grr..."
The conversation faded in to school and the evil stuff Malfoy has done...
So here I am. The train is pulling up to Hogsmeade station. Its dark and me and Hermione are way hot. Every Guy stares as we go past. Harry and Rod walk protectively behind us. It feels great to have real friends, and for now the shadow in my mind is not so big.