A/N: Hello! I'm super excited to be writing the second book. What I'm not excited about is that I've gotten almost no feedback. Also, as a note, I've gone from one book for each year to one singular story. The chapters will tell you what year you're in (for Enjolras, Courfeyrac and Combeferre) if you get confused.
The train had departed from platform 9 and ¾ half an hour ago. So why was Enjolras not on it? The answer was simple. He was frantically chasing a group of young children down Diagon Alley. Why, you ask? They had stolen his wand with a taunt of "Stupid pureblood." Why was Enjolras in Diagon Alley and not at the train station? He had been on holiday and just returned the previous night.
It should have been simple; he only needed a few things. But there he was, chasing a group of children who had stolen, somehow, his wand.
"Give it back and I'll buy you all sweets." He called as he ran after them. The one who appeared to be the leader skidded to a stop.
"Now we're talking. Names Gavroche." He held out a hand, expectant.
"Give me my wand first." Enjolras said, annoyed. "You've already made me miss my train."
"Now, sir, I would be happy to give you your wand, except them you're just as likely to run off as give us what you promised. Come on, pureblood."
"My name is Enjolras. Come along then." He took the children to a shop, let them pick out whatever they liked. Gavroche handed him his wand.
"Thank you, Enjolras, perhaps we shall meet again." He gave a mock bow and slipped out the door.
Enjolras groaned when he realized how late it was. Not only had he missed the train, it was far too late to go by carriage. He went to find his mother or father, one of them would know what to do.
In the end one of the house elves took Enjolras to school by side-along Apparition. Enjolras despised having the elves as slaves and had made it his personal mission to make the ones in his household as comfortable as possible, so they had all taken a liking to him. It was a contest to see who would take Enjolras, with each elf boasting that they were best at this or that. Enjolras had let them, and they had decided, amongst themselves, that the one who spent the most time with him should go. Her name was Kells, and she took the second year in a most efficient manner. Enjolras ended up arriving at the train station just ten minutes before the train.
"Thanks Kells." Enjolras said, smiling. "Take care of my parents, please."
"Yes master." The house elf replied.
"Please, call me Enjolras." The wizard said. "You're my friend, and it's only appropriate if my friends call me by my name."
"Of course, ma- Enjolras." The house elf smiled and dissipated with a crack.
Enjolras sat down to wait for the train, but he didn't have to wait long. It came steaming into the station, and off came the students. He found Courfeyrac and Combeferre right away, and the three set off to look for Grantaire, Bahorel (who had sat with his quidditch friends) and Jehan. Once the six had been reunited they boarded the carriages for school, the front of which Grantaire glowered at.
"Why are you scowling at the front of the carriage, Grantaire?" Asked Courfeyrac, confused.
"Those horses, can't you see them? They're ugly."
"No, I don't see anything." The Hufflepuff said with a frown. "There aren't any horses, Grantaire."
"Actually, Courfeyrac." Combeferre said in his I'm-going-to-give-a-lecture-now voice, "The carriages are pulled by thestrals, which resemble skeleton horses and can only be seen by someone who has seen death. I-"
"Thanks 'Ferre." Courfeyrac interrupted, climbing into the carriage next to Enjolras. "Come on, get in." The four other joined Enjolras and Courfeyrac in the carriage, and though it was a tight fit, they where happier to be in each others company.