Chapter two Same House, Same Year, But New Face

"Excuse me," a hesitant voice came from a girl standing outside a compartment door. "May I sit with you, everywhere else is full, and I do not wish to sit once again in the hall like I did last year."

"Uh, yeah sure. Wait who are you," a red headed boy asked bluntly.

"Oh, I'm sorry my name is Devon, Devon Cade"

"What house and year are you in," a bushy brown haired girl asked, seeming to be very interested.

"Well, I'm in Gryffindor, and this is my last year, Herminie is it?" Devon asked questioningly.

"Wow, I'm sorry I don't think we have ever met, but yes my name is Herminie. Over there who rudely asked who you were is…" Herminie was cut off by Devon.

"Ron Weasly, yes I remember in quidditch fifth year you were called what was it, oh right. Weasly is our King, yes very catchy if you ask me. You do still play don't you?" Devon asked, seeming to throw a lot of words together for an answer and question.

"Ah, yeah I still do, I'm sorry though, but I don't think I have even seen you at all in the six years," Ron stated seeming to be awaiting a response.

"well you see I'm not very, well," Devon stopped not wanting to sadden them with her story she decided to "forget it" and say, "I'm not very well noticed." Devon finished, stuttering a little bit on her part.

"Wait, earlier you said sit in the hall way of the train, when did you do that?" A boy with messy black hair, and stunning green eyes asked.

"You see last year, all the compartments were filled and after asking everyone half way through the train, I decided just to sit in the hall, so that's what I did." Devon sounded as though it was no big deal when she said this. "Are you by any chance, stop me if I'm being rude, but are you Harry Potter?" Devon asked her eyes seemed to be glowing when she asked.

"Actually yes I am," Harry said, sounding somewhat disappointed when he heard that she knew about him.

"Oh, I'm sorry did I upset you by asking you if you were. I'm sorry here I'll go find another compartment, so you won't have to see or her me again." Devon got up from her seat but sat back down when she felt Harry's hand on her shoulder.

"No, no, it's fine stay please, it's just I kind of hoped maybe you didn't know about me. Because well you know," Harry gestured to his scar on his head but Devon didn't move her eyes from Harry's.

"I don't need to see the scar,"

Ron and Herminie looked up, the two were grinning from ear to ear when they saw that Devon and Harry were looking at each other.

"Well, anyhow I want to know how you can going around this school for six years and not make one friend, well I'm sure you have friends but I mean that you know that can hang out with." Harry said, stuttering a little big on the last bit.

"Ok, you see I'm just average, I'm not the brightest witch," Devon turned to Herminie and looked at her. "I'm not a quidditch player so they don't sing Cade is our King," Devon slowly looked at Ron, who had a saddened expression on his face. "And," Devin turned to Harry, whose head was down and was staring at the ground. "I am not as sought after by Lord Voldemort, that he would trail me for six years." Devon finished but nobody spoke.

Harry's head still was bowed down, but when he spoke everyone turned to listen to him. "You said not as sought after, what do you mean?"

Devon froze, you can't tell them if you do then they will only sympathize you, Devon told herself, trying to find a way out of this predicament.

"You guys," Herminie blurted out trying to smooth the way. "Only five minuets until were there, we better get changed."

Devon broke her gaze between her and Harry, and walked out of the compartment with her bag to go and change. Ron's eyes were still focused on Harry, until Harry moved towards the door.

"I'm going to get changed see you later," Harry said in an all too casual way.

"Alright mate, see you there in a bit," Ron shouted while scourging through his trunk to find his robes.

"Honestly Ron, don't you ever have the slightest common sense to put your robes in you're book bag before you leave you're house, so you don't have to do this every year." Herminie trailed off, letting Harry question what the rest of her speech to Ron consisted of.

Devon finished changing and walked out of the bathroom, when she took two steps she walked right into someone and fell backwards.

"Ouch," Devon cried.

"I'm sorry Devon," Harry's said bending down to help her up.

"Oh, Harry I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going."

"It's ok, here" Harry said, handing her, her bag full of clothes.

"Thanks," Devon replied and walked back to the compartment.

Harry smiled unknowingly under his nose, and walked into the bathroom to change. After the four were changed the train came to a stop and students started to exit the train. Devon departed the three, shortly after thanking them for their hospitality.

"Wait," Harry called after her, but she was already gone.

"She's gone mate," Ron told Harry in a nonchalantly manor.

"Oh Ron, you make it seem like she was a burden to be with for the trip." Herminie said, making her way over towards the exit.

"No, she wasn't a burden just different."

"How so Ron? I mean if you haven't noticed, everyone is different."

"Herminie just…" Ron started but Harry intervened.

"Will you two please stop bickering, you sound like an old married couple" Harry shouted to them.

Ron's and Herminie's jaws dropped as they heard what Harry said.

"We do not sound like…" Herminie began.

"Come on lets just drop it," Harry said looking over the heads of students to find Devon.

Rain was coming down hard, as the older students crossed to the carriages. After the three got into one, they discussed what they did during their summer. Harry seemed to feel left out, because he never had adventures during the summer. This summer though, was extremely boring, ever since Moody threatened the Dursley's at the end of fifth year, they have been very distant. Not to confuse it with gratitude, Harry was very grateful but he was just bored. His thoughts were disturbed though, when a glimpse of a girl in the pouring rain was calming an angry threstral. Screams were heard, as the students in the carriage were frightened when their carriage started to buck ferociously.

"Calm down," the girl screamed.

"Help us, somebody help," a boy screamed out from the carriage.

"If you shut up, then I will be able to calm the threstral down, so shut it." The girl yelled at the boy. "Calm down," the girl cooed to the threstral, "Nobody's going to hurt you, and if they do try they'll have to get through me first."

The threstral calmed down and seemed to nudge the girl affection- ably.

"Now if you ever threaten him again, you will have me to deal with," she screamed at the boy. Grabbing her bag, she walked side by side, to the threstral that was enraged, and cooed him all the way to the castle.

"Wow," Herminie whispered, "who ever that was must be fearless."

"What makes you say that?" Ron asked, staring at her quizzically.

"Well you see," Herminie began.

"Threstrals are dangerous creatures, remember in fifth year, " Harry cut in looking at Ron.

"Oh yeah, creepy" Ron shivered then continued chatting animatedly to Herminie about his summer.