Note: Wow Thanks for the reviews everyone! Yes it is rather confusing at first, but Harry is in his first year, so all the little details about Hogwarts are assumed. There IS a plot to this and some nice little twists so enjoy! :)
Straining against the foe I stare into wisdom and plummet into the stars.
Story....
I wander and loiter until I had to leave. Obviously there was some trick to reaching the train. It's when I convienently see a group of red heads. They were ostensibly loud.
Mentioning, "Muggles" as if they were so inferior. Not that I mind, yet muggles are more logical than most wizards. That counts.
Each one of them slips through a barrier. Im in a silent corner within the shadows. I wait until they disappear.
then I pass.
This world where I enter. The scarlet train, the Purgatory.
"Is that him?"they whisper. Harry Potter stepped onto the train. I hate all the whispers. How indecent. I am carefully confused and innocent in appearance.
Trailing around, I try to find an empty compartment. I open one with a flamed hair boy. I blanch and leave. That is when....
A pale hand touches my shoulder. I witheld reaction. "Yes?" I hear myself silently question the boy behind me. He is startled, or so I feel, he must not have expected that, then he must not have encountered my preferred phrase: Expect the unexpected.
"well, are you going to answer like a civilized person or gawk like a fish?" i ask again in a sneer as I turn around. He blinks and smirks, "well, well, the Boy-Who-Lived is not a sod after all. That must also mean you're not as lost as I thought you were....care to join my friends and I?" he said eloquently.
No...
I quitely agree. This boy seems more interesting than the red haired boy. Well that wasn't a compliment, the latter boy was as interesting as snail an ostenisbly loud one that is.
I later learn he is Draco Malfoy. His companions are Blaise Zambini, Pansy Parkinson, and Theodore Nott. Better to mention the slightly intelligent one than the other two goons who seem to possess nothing between their ears.
We reach the station. While the older students leave in carriages drawn by "invisible" horses, we have to plow through the lake. The joys of travel never cease.
Toads are really not my forte. They seeem delcious to my snake, she finds them quite the delicacy. I try not to act disgusted, yet I later realize that this actually was the pet of a small clumsy boy.
Pity....
He thinks he's found a toad. Really a transfigured rock. His "toad" will be much better behaved though.
Are they trying to intimidate me? A strict lady in emerald robes briskly leads us to an empty hall. We leave the lake to be left in a hall of silence as ghosts bustle in and out. Perfect.
They also seem to think a battered hat has the answers of fate. So he does, yet at first glance it seems all together ridiculous. "You are destined for greatnes.
''.......not gryffindor.
".....such suffering.
".....to prove yourself.
".....intelligence.
'' SLYTHERIN"
The shocked silence nearly caused me to smirk.
Nearly.....