Chapter 3: Hogwarts

Hermione glanced down. She had a message from sorcerer212.

Sorcerer212: What happened? I thought we were supposed to meet!

Witchygirl: Yes, we were! But YOU weren't there!

Sorcerer212: What do you mean? I was there! I got there at around 10:00 and quickly did my shopping. I came back at 10:30 and waited for a while. I didn't want to miss the train so I boarded it early.

Hermione realized that she had made a mistake. She replied more apologetic.

Witchygirl: Ohio's sorry then. See, this morning, I woke up pretty late and came to check for you at like, 10:45 and you obviously didn't want to miss the train! Anyway, forget about that, you're on the train right?

Sorcerer212: Yeah.

Witchygirl: What compartment?

Sorcerer212:17.

Witchygirl: oh, I'm in 50.

Sorcerer212: Great.

Witchygirl: Have to go, my friends are here.

Without another message, she turned off her phone and shoved into her book bag. She wanted to find out who he was. She stood up, straightened her clothes and headed out the door.

On her way down, she heard people talking about their summers. When she passed Dean and Seamus' compartment, they were all hunched over cards, trying to read them. Sheet Ron.

"Oh hi Ron!" she said/.

"Hey Hermione. I thought you were in our compartment.' He said.

"Oh, I was, just have to go do something. What about you?"

"Oh, um…nothing, I wanted to go back and get my cards so that I can exchange with Dean. He has some really great ones!"

"Um, that's great! Well, see you!" she said to him and continued on.

She slowly neared the compartment. It was way at the other end of the train. Finally, she looked up and saw the golden plates above the compartment read '17'. "This visit" she thought and quickly turned into the room.

No one was there. "What?" she thought to herself. This made no sense. She went back outside and checked the plate to make sure it said '17.' It read '17' but no one was in here. She was very confused.

These confusions followed her back down the train. She again, met Ron, who was deep in thought.

"So did you get your cards?" she asked.

"What? Oh, um, yeah," he said holding up a stack of them; "glad mum didn't forget to pack them!" he smiled and went off, with the same look.

When Hermione got to her compartment, she took out her phone and re-checked the message. Sure enough, it said that he was in compartment 17. Just then, she received another message fromsorcerer212.

Sorcerer212: where did you say you were?

Hermione was annoyed now and was willing to pick on every bone in his body.

Witchygirl:WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHERE I AM? I AM IN COMPARTMENT 50! BUT WHEREAREYOU? WHEN I WENT TO CHECK, NOBODY WAS IN YOURCOMPARTMENT!

Sorcerer212: What with the caps? Anyway, YOU went down there? I went down to check on you! Geese!

Hermione once again switched off her phone. That's all she wanted to know. She was more peaceful now. It was surprising that they both thought alike. She took out her robes and changed into them. Next, she went inside and locked the door. She lies on the cushiony seats and fell into a deep slumber. She didn't want anyone to disturb her. She started dreaming of sorcerer212.

"HERMIONE! OPENTHE DOOR! Said the shouting voices of Harry and Ron.

"Whoa-?" she looked around to see what on earth was disturbing her from her sleep.

"OPEN THEDOOR! WE'RE ALMOST AT HOGWARTS AND WE NEED TO CHANGE!"

She strode overhand unlocked the door to their demand.

"What's going on? We'll be at Hogwarts in less than five minutes!" Harry said, reaching inside his bag for his robes.

"Sorry, I fell asleep" Hermione said with a yawn." I'll go outside then." Ron followed her out too. When they were out, Hermione was too tired to say anything, but that didn't matter, Ron was already chatting with Parvati Patil. She was bored so she walked over to the nearest compartment with Ginny, and her new friends, Melanie and Gabrielle.

In less than 10minutes, the train slowed to a screeching halt as everybody got up and joined the usual mob of people who were impatient to get out. After fighting her way through the crowd with her luggage in both hands, she searched for a carriage. Luckily the only one open was one with Ron and Harry.

"Hey you two!" she said, throwing her luggage in and climbing in herself.

"Hey Hermione" said Ron.

Both of them were pressing away at there obviously, brand new phones. Ron's was a dark blooded with a picture of a broom on the back.

"I see you've both got new phones. My parents have got me one too. Mine is blue, but I don't want to take it out now. Oh, I love the color of yours Ronald." She said, trying to get them away from their phones.

Apparently it worked because Ron immediately looked up, his face pink.

"Hermione, please don't call me Ronald. Ron is just fine, thanks. And yeah, my parents got me this a few weeks ago." He said.

Hermione looked over at Harry's and it was a smooth, silky black.

"Have the Dursleys got you a new one?" she asked.

"Hell no. Do you think they would even let me use the home phone?" Harry said with a chuckle, looking up. "Sirius sent this with a letter."

Hermione thought she was stupid. How could she have missed the silver paw print on tieback?

But she couldn't take it anymore. She could see that Ron was writing a message to someone and when she leaned over to have a peek, he pulled it away.

"Do you mind?" he asked, looking surprised.

"Oh, sorry" she said blushing. Harry was silently snickering.

Hermione reached in her bag for her own phone so that she could write to sorcerer212. But just as she got it out, the carriage came to a stop. All three if they looked pat the wondrous castle.

Well, that's Chapter 3! Oh yes, in my story, Sirius doesn't die! Please tell me what you think!