Chapter 2
The next few minutes passed in silence. Neville broke the silence.
"Uh, Harry, Parvati? I'm going to go visit one of my other friends in their compartment, okay? Neville said.
"Same here." Said Luna.
"Okay Neville and Luna. Bye." Harry said, looking like something was disturbing him. Neville walked out and closed the door behind him.
"Harry, is something wrong?" Parvati asked him. Harry took his emerald-green eyes of the window to look at her.
"Hermione and Ron have finally started dating. I know it's unbelievable but apparently they have realized their feelings for each other. I'm happy for them, but I feel left out! We are still a trio, but I've been lonely without them! Also, last year at the whole Ministry episode, my godfather was killed and I'm still grieving." He said this and Parvati could see the hurt in his eyes.
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry to hear about your godfather! Hermione and Ron are together!" Parvati exclaimed looking surprised. Hermione and Ron were always having a row about something or the other. The Yule Ball "incident" in fourth year showed Ron's crush but everyone really forgot about that.
"Harry, if you don't mind, can I be your friend? We're both lonely and I think we can give each other company." Parvati boldly offered Harry. Harry's mouth spread out into a grin.
"Okay Parvati, I'll be your friend! But don't you have some friends that are girls to hang out with?" Harry asked.
"Well, not really. Let's just say everyone thinks I'm a ditzy airhead who loves Divination." Parvati told him.
The two talked for the rest of the ride and before they knew it, it was time to change and get off the Hogwarts Express.
"Firs' Years over here! Firs' Years over here!" Hagrid called to the new students. Hermione and Ron were running towards them.
"Harry, Parvati! Wait!" Hermione screamed. The two waited until the couple caught up.
"Hi Parvati! Harry, what's Parvati doing here? They asked in unison. Harry explained but Parvati wasn't paying attention. She had noticed the horseless carriages weren't horseless anymore! They had some scary creatures in front of them!
"Harry, Ron, Hermione, have you noticed that the carriages aren't horseless anymore?" Parvati asked confusedly. The trio glanced at each other.
"Uh, you can only see the threstals if you've seen death. Harry can see them, but Ron and I can't." Hermione told her. Parvati suddenly realized how she could see them. In the summer before her fifth year (she was now in sixth), she had witnessed her grandfather take his last breath.
"Come on Parvati, let's get in this carriage." Ron said, knocking Parvati out of her trance. They got into the carriage and sat down. A while later, they jumped out and walked into the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione sat by each other, leaving Harry and Parvati to sit by each other.
"Parvati, do you know how you can see threstals?" Harry asked. Parvati told him.
"I'm sorry to hear that. At least he didn't die in the hands of Voldemort." Harry said.
"Are you starting DA again this year? I look forward to it if you do." Parvati said truthfully. Last year, she had enjoyed Harry teaching Dumbledore's Army. He was a great teacher. She had been really jealous of Cho Chang because she and Harry had been dating for a while last year. Cho, who was dubbed "The Human Hosepipe", (she missed Cedric) had even cried on their first date and after the couple got in a fight about her friend Marietta, they broke up. Harry was looking over at Parvati.
"Er, I haven't thought about it yet. I don't think so because Umbridge is gone for good." Harry said.
"Please Harry! We need to learn how to fight against the Dark Arts. Who better to teach it than you? You've actually done it, you've fought against You-Know-Who personally and have survived!" Parvati pleaded hopefully.
"Do any of you know who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is? Dean Thomas asked. "Oh and by the way, when is DA starting?" Harry answered his second question but couldn't answer the first one. He turned over to look at the teacher table and when Parvati saw the teacher, she freaked out. The teacher had bright pink hair and electric blue eyes. 'Wow, she thought, that's different!'
"Oh that's Tonks, I heard that she's an auror." Harry said. Then he tapped Ron and Hermione on their shoulders and whispered something to them. Suddenly everyone become silent and Professor McGonagall started the sorting.
As soon as 'Webber, Linda' got sorted into Hufflepuff, Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, got up to speak.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. I have been asked to inform you about some notices. First of all, the Forbidden Forest is FORBIDDEN to ALL students. A few of our older students should remember this." He briefly glanced at the trio. "Mr. Filch has a long list posted of items not allowed in the hallways or school. Anyone wishing to see this should stop by at his office. There will be aurors stationed outside of Hogwarts due to the return of Voldemort. Well, I hope you have a wonderful year! Dig in!
Suddenly, the food appeared and the feast began. Harry asked Ron the password after dinner and Parvati headed up with him.
"So, Parvati, what did you get on the OWLS?" Harry asked.
"Harry, if you show me yours, I'll show mine."
Before they knew it, they had reached the Fat Lady's portrait.
"Patronus" Harry said and the portrait door opened.
Inside, Harry pulled his OWLS report out of his pocket and Parvati summoned it from her dormitory.
Harry James Potter
Transfiguration: O
Defense Against the Dark Arts: E
Charms: E
Potions: O
Divination: D
Astronomy: A
Herbology: O
Care of Magical Creatures: E
"Wow Harry! What's with Divination though?" Parvati exclaimed. Parvati had gotten an O in Divination.
"Parvati, yours is good too!" Harry told her. Her face grew hot and she guessed she was blushing.
"Good Night Harry. See you tomorrow!" Parvati said. She was really tired today.
"Good Night." Harry said, who had a slight pink tinge on his cheeks. 'Oh my gosh!' Parvati thought. 'He's blushing! Could he fancy me?'
She put on her pajamas, brushed her teeth, and got into bed. That night she dreamt of the Boy-Who-Lived…
