Year One Chapter Three
Kyle went from car room to car room and found them full of people who apparently
already knew each other. Was he the only one who didn't know anyone? Wouldn't that be
just my luck. Oh wait what's this?
A young man sat by himself in one of the cars he was staring off into space, looking
out the window.
"Hey!"
The young man startled, "Oh hey."
"Mind if I join you?"
The stranger looked around. "Lots of spare room."
Kyle sat down across from him.
"I'm Forrest."
"And your Canadian. I'm Kyle." The two boys shook hands.
"How could you tell?"
"You haven't been in the country long enough to lose your accent, like I have yet."
"Your Canadian?" Forrest looked hopeful.
Kyle sighed, "Sorry no, I'm American. I'm from New York. Which honestly I think
is the closest your gonna get around here."
Forrest sighed, he looked almost dejected. "I'm from BC."
"Oh right! the province just above Washington state."
"Yeah." Forrest stayed quiet for a moment and when he looked over he saw Kyle
had pulled out a book and started reading. Forrest went back to is window watching and as
they passed a large forest wished that he was in there as appose to on here.
"You know we can keep talking if you would like? I can do both at once, or silence
is acceptable too. I like it when two people can be in the same room and don't have to talk
to each other but don't feel awkward about it."
Forrest just shrugged he was about to say something when the door flew open.
"I hear Harry Potter is aboard this train! You wouldn't happen to know anything
about that?"
Kyle closed his book and looked up to see a greasy young man. He had platinum
blonde hair was slick against his head. If Kyle didn't know it was impossible he'd say the
kid already had a receding hairline.
"I hear a lot of people are on this train. And?"
"And? Harry Potter is on this train and you act like it's nothing special!"
Kyle got up looked first the blond in the eye, then the two gorillas he had behind
him. "Because it isn't."
And with that he slammed the door shut again.
Forrest chuckled, "Harry Potter is probably one of the most famous wizards alive
you know."
"Hmmm…." Kyle picked up his book, re-opened it and sat back down.
Forrest sighed.
"So who cares if he's the most famous wizard in the world, doesn't matter to me in
the slightest. Why is he so famous?"
"Cause he beat You-Know-Who."
"Who?"
"You-Know-Who"
"No I don't otherwise I wouldn't be asking."
Forrest stared at Kyle for a moment in disbelief. There was a knock at the door.
Kyle sighed.
"I got it." Forrest got up and answered the door. There before him stood a girl with
wild blonde hair she smiled. "You haven't seen a toad have you? It's named Trevor."
"Nah the blond kid that just left looked more like an eel to me."
The girl looked past Forrest. "Oh hello I'm Hermione Granger."
Kyle got up and offered his hand. "Kyle Lewer."
"Pleasure to meet you, and you are."
"Forrest Silverleaf. But unfortunately Ms. Granger there is no toad here."
"So Forrest you gonna tell me who 'You-Know'Who' is?"
"Oh you mean Voldermort?"
Forrest cringed.
"Well at least now I know who you mean when you say that silly nick name."
"It's not silly! He did many horrible things!"
"Is he the wizarding version of Hitler? Stalin?"
"Actually both and more." The girl spoke. "Because of his ability to use magic he
did much worse things to people then either of our demons ever did."
"Ah Ms. Granger that means you're a muggle born as well?"
Hermione smiled, "Yes I am."
Kyle smiled back. "Ah ok that's good at least I'm not the only one."
"But if you'll excuse me I still need to help Neville find his toad." And with that she
was gone.
Forrest sighed.
"Wizards are an odd group aren't we."
"You can say that Kyle, you can defiantly say that." Forrest sat back down, he was
in a miserable mood the last thing he wanted to be reminded of at the moment was what
Voldermort had done to him and his family…
Time passed and the two sat in silence, Kyle absorbed in his book Forrest in his
melancholy.
Forrest was startled when Kyle slammed his book shut, "Well we should get
dressed we're gonna be there in about…20 minutes or so."
"How do you know that?"
Kyle smiled, "I've been reading at the pace of a page a minute, nice and slow but
it's great to tell time by."
With that the two boys changed into their school robes and sure enough not even 5
minutes after they finished the train started to slow down and then come to a complete stop.
Getting out of the train was annoying, apparently people had forgotten that they
would all be let off cause everyone was pushing to get off, like they were afraid that the
train would move on before letting them go.
Once he got onto the platform he saw a giant of a man waving his hand and
shouting, "First years! First years over here!"
Kyle went over and looked up somewhat hesitantly, "What's wrong?"
The man looked down, Kyle wasn't sure his beard was as tall as Kyle was from
head to toe. "Oh 'ello there. Just go that way and get in one of the boats I'll be taking you
over to the castle there in a moment."
Kyle didn't hear anything past the word boats, as he walked over to the little boats
he grew much more worried, he'd never been in a boat before. Yeah he knew how to swim
but the lake looked deep and foreboding. Taking a deep breath he stepped into one of the
boats and waited for the large man to lead them across.
Wait a minute there was no motors? Or oars? How were they going to get across?
"Alright here we go."
The man tapped the top of the pole of his boat, and it started to move, what was
really freaking was the fact that the other boats moved to follow.
"Magic, of course." Kyle muttered to himself. Wow did he ever feel foolish at the
moment. But that melted away when he saw the school for the first time.
He had seen castles in movies, and read up on them enough to but to actually behold
one all lit up with torches sitting there on the edge of the lake. Nothing Hollywood had
managed to do could compare.
As impressive as the exterior was, Kyle found himself much, much more impressed
with the castle's interior. The armour, the type of old oil paintings that hung on the walls,
the fact that the castle was haunted, it was all perfect.
Though the first impression Kyle left with Peeves was much different than any of
the other first years. Peeves was yelling and flying at various kids, who screamed or tried to
run out of the way, making it so Peeves was having a grand ole time.
He flew right at Kyle, who didn't flinch, and then he started yelling and waving his
arms about yet Kyle didn't flinch.
"Stop."
Peeves stopped for a moment to glare at Kyle, and opened his mouth to start
screaming again.
Years later Ron and others would say this should have been their warning sign, for
you see Peeves didn't say anything. When he looked Kyle in the eye, he floated there for a
second, shut his mouth and took off with a sound.
Forrest looked at Kyle, "What was that about?"
Kyle sighed, "Well he's obviously a poltergeist of some kind, and I've always read
show them no fear and they won't bother you."
This is when Professor McGonagall came out and gave the speech about being
sorted into houses and the importance of your new house. Then she led the new students
inside.
The Great Hall was huge, it looked almost like the inside of a cathedral that had
been gutted, it even had giant glass stained windows on the one side.
"Well the ceiling is enchanted, haven't you read a History of Hogwarts?"
Kyle looked up and saw candles floating in the air near the ceiling, the ceiling itself
seemed to open right up to the sky itself though Kyle knew this wasn't the case otherwise
it'd rain on them during meals. The tables in the room were separated into four sections,
Kyle assumed one for each house.
An old hat was brought out and placed on a stool, then it began to talk and go on
this long winded speech about the houses and sorting process. While it was going on and
on, Kyle decided to figure out which house was which.
Alright the Lion must be courage, how ever fleeting a lion's courage is, that must be
Gryffindor. Which means the snake is most likely Slytherin.
Between the badger and the eagle Kyle was stumped until the hat started going on
about intelligence and he saw a bunch of the eagle people nod.
Alright they has the conceded attitude of those that have been told they are smart, so
that is Ravenclaw which means the last is Hufflepuff.
Kyle quietly said to Forrest:Is it me or is Hufflepuff where the dregs go?"
"Hey just because your best virtue is compassion doesn't make you 'the dregs'."
"If you say so." Though Kyle sounded unconvinced.
And so began the process of people being sorted into their houses. Whenever
someone was sorted into a house there was a cheer and a song and dance when the person
went over to take a seat.
A couple of the more notable sortings were those of Draco Malfoy who actually
hurt the hat when it was placed on his head.
Forrest had wondered how you can hurt a hat at which point Kyle reminded Forrest
that they had met Draco and being exposed to how Draco actually must think must be
horrible, seeing as the result of his thinking process was hard enough to endure already.
And the illustrious Harry Potter was sorted before Kyle.
Kyle marvelled at how the room went dead silent as the boy made his way to the
stool, and after a brief period when Gryffindor was called out. How everyone else looked
like their mother had gotten shot while Gryffindor did an extra special song and dance.
"Mr. Kyle Lewer, your next…"