1Chapter 7
The Train and the Brain
"Come on Ron , Harry probably expected us a while ago!' exclaimed Hermione as she tugged on Ron's shirt to hurry up. And there probably weren't that many people to entertain him either."
But Ron wouldn't stop looking around the prefect suite, checking every nook and cranny to see if Malfoy was hiding.
"Where could he be Hermione!" he said, obviously exasperated. That little tyro-prefect wouldn't miss the train! He's definitely here!"
Hermione sighed and turned to the door, saying only, "I'm surprised that you would rather find Malfoy than keep Harry company!"
Ron quickly followed her out the door, as they traveled through compartments. They checked every single one, until they came to the final one at the back of the train. They carefully knocked on the door, and opened it ever so slightly.
Harry was sleeping on one side of the couch, and refused to wake up despite the loud noises and the constant tripping over his feet by Ron.
"Just leave him," said Hermione. We'll wake him when we get there."
Night slowly rolled around as the Hogwarts Express began to near the school. Ron particularly noticed that noone had come to visit them. Not a single person! Neville had stopped to say hi, but then quickly left. Nobody else came.
As the train docked into the station at Hogsmead, it came to an abrupt stop. Hermione looked outside the window casually, and spotted Hagrid shepherding the first years into the boats to cross the lake. First year felt like so long ago, yet at the same time, felt like yesterday.
"I wonder who's going to be the new Dark Arts teacher?" said Ron, interrupting Hermione's thoughts.
"What makes you think we'll have a new one, I'm sure Moody will come back again!" laughed Hermione as she began to prod Harry to wake him up. Oh, it's no use!"
"Reviello!" said Hermione, pointing her wand directly at Harry's head. That should wake him up."
Harry slowly began to rise from his seat, rubbing his green eyes and yawning deeply in the process. He looked out the window immediately, and saw he was at the station.
"It's time to go," said Hermione softly to Harry. Ron and I have to help th first years, but we'll see you at the feast!"
And with that, they both left the compartment, leaving Harry alone again. Something Harry hadn't felt in a long time, since his meeting with Voldemort, was starting to emerge. Anger coursed through his veins!
Why was everyone always leaving him! Why couldn't they just stay! Everyone had better things to do than to be with Harry.
I'm worthless he thought to himself. I never was anything, and now people are starting to realized it.
Harry slowly retreated outside of the cabin and started down to corridor. He passed a couple of Ravenclaw 5th years, and some Gryffindor 3rd years. None of them even looked at him. It was like he was a transparent glass panel. But if everyone could see through him so easily, why couldn't they understand him?
He exited the train and slowly walked towards the carriages, hoping to find Ron and Hermione. But not one carriage held Ron and Hermione.
They must have gone ahead in a prefect carriage thought Harry sadly.
So Harry went to try and find a carriage to himself, but there were none. Not only that, people refused to allow him in. They would all bar the entrance and say that there carriage was full, even though there was plenty of space.
So Harry trudged his way up the long, muddy and wet slope that was Hogsmead Road. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but it felt like forever. Yet when he was about halfway there, and old man with a carriage of his own passed Harry.
"Excuse me sir, but do you know what time it is?" inquired Harry as the man passed him briskly.
"Half passed 10 pm laddy," grunted the man without stopping. You should get home, it's pretty dark outside.
Harry nodded in agreement, yet he doubted the man saw him.
"Well," said Harry, chuckling to himself. I think I've missed the feast."
Even though Harry joked, he still knew it hurt. It hurt that noone had probably noticed he was missing. That he had to walk all the way up to Hogwarts. It made him very, very angry.
Harry kept on walking even further, and it took longer still. Finally, by about midnight, Harry was at the Castles gates. He was muddy, covered in sweat, and his shoes were wet from the dew.
Harry traversed the outside yards and pushed on the doors to the Great Hall. They wouldn't budge. Of course! Like the Hogwarts doors would be open at midnight while Voldemort was rising.
Harry knew very well there would be no way to get into the castle. He would have to sleep outside. Harry pulled his red pill capsule from both sides and his baggage's came bursting out. He dragged his trunk over to the doors of the Herbology gardens, and laid his spare clothes on the top of his trunk, using it as a pillow.
And with that, Harry laid down on the hard ground, and fell asleep in the Herbology Garden.
The next morning, the birds started to sing early, waking Harry up earlier than usual. It was light outside, but Harry was totally drenched by the dew. His hands and face were caked with congealed mud, and his cloak was torn in random places. He figured everyone was at breakfast by now, so the doors were bound to be open. He put his trunk back into the capsule, and moved towards the doors. They opened.
Harry saw everyone at their tables, eating and chatting cheerfully, including Hermione. Yet Ron couldn't be seen. All of the teachers were at the staff table, talking to each other politely. But when Harry walked in, everyone, including the teachers, stopped talking.
Snape was the first person to rise and speak. He cleared his throat importantly, his eyes looking at Harry menacingly.
"Mr. Potter, where have you been?" he yelled. We have been searching the grounds restlessly looking for you!"
"Liars!" yelled Harry in retaliation.
Everyone was dead silent, looking at Harry.
"If you were looking for me so hard, why did I have to walk all the way to Hogwarts!" bellowed Harry with a rage he had never experienced before. Why did I have to sleep outside, right on Hogwarts grounds!"
Dumbledore now rose from his seat, yet Harry wouldn't have it.
"Oh no, don't you preach to me now!" shrieked Harry in front of the whole school. I've had just about enough of your logic! I'm sick and tired of all of this! I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to leave!"
The whole room was dead silent. Nobody dared even whispering to their partner. So Harry continued.
"I'm not kidding Dumbledore, I will not stay here, at this damn castle any longer," cried Harry. This place, all of you people, who I thought were my friends, you never really liked me. I was the Boy Who Lived, and everyone wanted to know me. But once it started getting complicated, nobody wanted to know me anymore! So fine, if that's what you want, don't let me hold you up, you can start a Anti-Harry League once I leave. That'll be my memorial!
Harry realized tears were flowing down his cheeks. He didn't care anymore. He stormed out of the Great Hall, and towards his dormitory. When he met the Fat Lady though, he faced a problem.
"Open,' said Harry to the portrait. Open now, I'm serious.
"You know I can't open the passage unless you have a passwor-"
"Dyffindo!" roared Harry, his wand pointing at the portrait.
The portrait was quickly ripped to shreds.
Harry stormed into the room, and was going to go into the dormitory, but someone blocked the way.
It was Ron.
"Ron, get out of the way!" thundered Harry.
"Harry, I saw what you did to the Fat Lady!" said Ron, mouth agape. What are you thinking! You're going to get expelled!"
"I don't care anymore, I'm leaving!" boomed Harry. Get out of the way Ron!
"Harry, you've attacked a Hogwarts personnel!' retaliated Ron. I...I can't let you get away!"
And with that, Ron pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Harry. Harry raised his wand and pointed it at Ron.
"Avada Kedavra!" exclaimed Harry.
There was a long flash of green light as Ron's body fell limply to the floor. Harry stared at Ron's dead body for what felt like an eternity.
He had killed his best friend.
a.n.-Before you send me angry reviews saying that I ruined the story by making Harry evil and all that, plze read the next chappy, and u'll understand everything. Btw, I didn't make one of the options making Harry evil when I asked u guys about the how I should write the story, so that indicates that...u can fill in the blank by reading the next chapter. And about the title, it obviously talking about the Hogwarts Express, and what I mean about the brain will be defined in the next chapter,