Chapter 1: The Fight

"Yeah, well. Maby we're just not cut out to be friends anymore!" Ron slammed the door to his bedroom in Harry's face. They had been fighting all day,all through Diagon Alley, all through breakfast, and all through their friendship. It all started that morning, Everyone got their letters from Hogwarts. "School, won't be the same without Dumbledore..." Harry said looking glum. "Gahh, Harry! That's what you said when Sirius was gone. This year'll be fine." Ron wasn't thinking as he said this, he realized quickly when he saw the glistening tears in Harry's eyes. "Mrs. Wheesly, I don't think I wan't to go to School this year. I-I'd better use it for finding Volde-,You-Know-Who." Mrs. Wheesly's tea-cup fell to the floor, Mr. Wheesly's scrambled eggs fell out of his mouth, Hermione gasped. Harry looked down at his breakfastast again. Maby they didn't need to hear that, he thought. That's when Ron started to dissagree. Then they were at it. Screaming at each other all day long. Now that Ron had shut the door in Harry's face, he leaned his back against the door and put his face in his hands. He felt awful. He just lost his very best friend in the world.

They all apparated, and uncomfortable silence went over them as they were walking through the train station. Mr. Wheesly pretended to talk about Quidditch, Ginny hummed quietly, Hermione was reading. They all went into the 9 3/4 station and started to load onto the Hogwarts express. Harry kissed Mrs. Wheesly on the cheek, and shook Mr. Wheesly's hand. As he loaded on he looked around, and realized that he didn't have a seat. Hermione would be sitting next to Ron. He walked around for a few minutes, still not finding an empty place. Then he saw a compartment that was almoast empty, a girl his age was reading. He opened the door. "Um... were you expecting anyone-in here-or like, coming to sit with you?" He looked imbaressed. "You can sit in here, If that's what you mean." She smiled, it was a nice smile, she had a gap in her front teeth. She was a very peculiar-looking girl, She had a haircut like a boy's only much shaggier. And it was a bright neon-blue. Her glasses were the square,plastic kind, and they were purple. She was

wearing her robes like a cape, not putting her arms through the sleeves. She had a white turtle-neck with a T-shirt over it and some comfortable jeans. She caught him looking at her hair. "It's not dyed," She said. "I can change it." Harry was reminded of Tonks. "I don't remeber you, are you new?" She smiled. "Of course not, My hair was just brown last year, and longer." Harry looked up, "Whats your name?" He said. "I guessed your's, Harry. But mine's May, May Pendragon." Harry smiled, he could tell he had made a new friend.