Chapter Two

I walked into the last compartment. It was the only one that wasn't full besides about seven that had been taken up by a bunch of jerks who say the train belongs to them. I punched the one who seemed to be the leader. A pale, light blonde haired boy with a pointed face wearing a smirk.

"What happened?" Harry asked Hermione as they, Ron, Ginny, and another round faced boy walked into my compartment.

"I'm not exactly sure but did you see his face? I think he lost a few teeth!" They all started laughing uncontrollably.

Then the boy who I didn't know noticed me.

"Hey Harry?"

"Yeah Neville?" Harry said trying to catch his breath.

"There's someone else in here."

"What? Where? Who? Oh. Hello Skylar." He said spotting me.

"Hi. Sorry, I'd leave, but everywhere else is full. So I'll just be quiet. I can tell you don't like me. And I'm not really surprised, why would you like me? I'm an annoying little chatter box."

He just looked at me. He probably didn't know what to say. I wouldn't. Besides now he knew I knew I bothered him. It would be pointless to lie. I hate it when I bother people. Sometimes I hate myself. Why can't I just control what I say? I just go on, and on, and on. If I were in his shoes I would bother me too.

"Sorry I said that. It's just sometimes when I'm really, really lonely I tend to try to get pity friends. Just to keep me company while I wait for real friends to come along who accept my stupidity. There I go again! Just pay no attention to me. Pretend I'm not here and I'll just…. Never mind."

They just stood there. Staring at me.

"Hey, didn't your parents ever tell you it's rude to stare? Sit! I really don't mind!"

They still looked a little unsure but in no time they had completely forgot about me.

"All I want to know is who did it." Ron said. "Whoever did should get a metal or something."

"I'm sorry, I just can't hold it back anymore." I said. They turned to look back at me in surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"Someone punched Draco Malfoy in the mouth!" Harry said.

"Who's Draco Malfoy?"

"He's just a bully."

"I punched a bully in the mouth. He was really bugging me."

"It was you?!" Ron said in total shock.

"Well, is this bully we're talking about incredibly pale, like he's never been out side in his whole life?"

"Yes." Harry said smiling a little.

"With like really, really oily light blonde hair, that looks more like white than blonde?"

"Yes! That's him!" Ron concluded.

"Yep. That was me."

"Wicked."

"Well now you know who did it. You can talk about something else. And have fun with that."

"Anyone for exploding snap?" Harry asked.

"Do you have cards?" said Ron.

"Well yeah, but they're in my trunk."

"Good. Where's your trunk?"

"Storage car."

"Well, I guess exploding snap is out. Me and Ginny don't have any either."

"It's Ginny or I, Ron." Hermione corrected.

He scowled at her.

"I don't have any either." Neville said.

"I knew I should have put mine in my purse." Hermione added.

"Man you guys give up easy. Use mine." I handed Neville my cards. Then I turned and looked out the window.

"Hey, we should ask Skylar to play with us." Neville said.

"Why?" Ron asked bewildered.

"Because these are her cards. And she punched Malfoy. I think she's worthy to play don't you?" Neville said, a note of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah I guess so. Hey Skylar, do you want to play with us?" Ron said dully.

"Umm, sure."

And that was the start of it all I guess. We just didn't know it yet.