Harry stepped out of the compartment and looked around. Instead of proceeding to the back of the train where the bathrooms were, he began to walk towards the front. Suddenly, a flash of bright blonde hair whizzed past and entered the compartment which he had just left.
Harry turned around and saw the compartment door close with a snap and heard the barely audible sound of the lock closing.
Shrugging slightly, Harry turned around and progressed toward the front once again with his face vacant, as if lost in thought…..
flashback
"Phoenix Egg!" shouted Dumbledore.
Harry awoke from his thoughts surprised that they had arrived so quickly. Momentarily, he saw the picture of a regal looking wizard wielding what appeared to be a staff.
After it swung open, Harry stepped into the room and gasped. The ceiling looked enchanted with what appeared to be clouds drifting over head. Scarlet and gold tapestries lined the walls, spotted here and there with lamps in the shape of griffins. The room was decorated almost like the Gryffindor common room: scarlet and gold carpet that looked very comfortable to lie in, big overstuffed chairs and couch, and a large fireplace with a fire already burning merrily inside. Over the fireplace hung a picture of a man who looked like Dumbledore with the exception of his piercing emerald eyes.
"Welcome to your new home," Dumbledore said.
"My home….." Harry whispered.
"Yes, throughout the duration of your training, you will be staying here. Everything is provided for: ever-replenishing refrigerator, master suite, and grand master bath. A doorway to the library is in your room so feel free to browse the books whenever you feel like. However, I do ask you to keep out of the restricted section. You never know what you might find in there."
"Yes, sir."
A knocking sound came through the room.
"Ah, he's early. Come in!"
A man entered the room. He brought with him an aura of confidence and power. He was tall, almost 6'5", very muscular yet looked very lithe, and he was nicely tanned. What Harry was surprised about the man was that the man looked very similar to himself. He had messy hair and emerald eyes. The man grinned at Albus.
"Hello, old chap," the man exclaimed.
The two men shook hands.
"It's good to see you again, Michael."
The man turned and looked at Harry. A look of surprise came over his face.
"So you're Harry."
"Yeah."
Michael reached out with his right arm, hand slightly twisted upwards. Harry, with his eyes never leaving Michael's, grasped his hand tightly.
"I thought I would never see the day," Michael whispered with tears in his eyes.
"Me neither."
end flashback
Harry found himself in front of the prefect's compartment. Slightly confused, he looked around before he realized why he came here. Sighing, he opened the door and stepped in.
"Hey Harry, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked with a jovial yet confused tone.
"Well…… I….. I…… I'm the other Gryffindor prefect."
"REALLY?"
"Yea…. Umph." Harry said as Hermione pounced on him. Unknown to the two, all of the other prefects who were admiring both Harry and Hermione suddenly scowled at the sight of the two hugging.
"Oh my god Harry. We're going to have so much fun. We'll do patrols together, get to organize events, help the first years get through school. Oh, its going to be wonderful." Hermione said with twinkles in her eyes.
'Wow, she's beautiful.'
"Harry?... Harry?... Harry!"
"Huh?"
"Mcgonnogal is going to talk. Listen!" said Hermione.
Harry grinned at the sight of Hermione revert back to her old, studious self.
"Good morning, Prefects. I hope you've had a nice summer. A couple of announcements for you all. First, all prefects are to agree on a patrol schedule. You can either do it alone or with your partner. However, prefects are to patrol together once a week. Also, nighttime shifts are to take place so make sure you hand in your schedules to Mr. Filch, unless you want detentions. Second, all prefects are to make sure that the first years are comfortable and answer any questions they have about Hogwarts. Four years living here should've given you some sense of the castle. Third, if you feel that you can't handle the load, come talk to me whenever you are free. Is everything clear?"
"Yes, Professor Mcgonnogal." All of the students said.
"Good, I wish you a good year, and I'll see you at the feast." With that, Mcgonnogal walked out of the compartment.
"Sound's tough, doesn't it?" Harry said.
"Well, I'm sure we could handle it. We'll be working together won't we?" Hermione said.
"Y-Y-Yeah…"
Hermione grinned, clasped Harry's hand in her's, then led him out of the Prefects compartment. People looked at them strangely as they passed but Hermione held her head up high with a slight grin on her face and kept walking.
Hermione jiggled the door handle.
"Why isn't this opening?" Hermione breathed.
Harry put his hand on her shoulder. Hermione looked up and gazed into his eyes.
'Wow. He has such beautiful eyes.'
Harry then looked down at his hand. Hermione's eyes followed and saw that his hand was on the door handle. Hermione had a questioning look in her eyes but looked back after Harry nodded. Suddenly, his hand glowed yellow and the door unlocked with a click.
'What on earth did Harry just do?'
Harry just gave her a look that meant, "I'll tell you later," and opened the door.
Harry and Hermione walked in and stared at the scene in front of them in shock.