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About a month later, I was escorted, yet again by the Malfoy family, to Kings Cross Station. I was talking a bit more, which obviously relieved them. I scowled. I wasn't a doll that they broke.
They showed me on to Platform 9¾ and helped me onto the train, along with my minimal luggage. I didn't really care. They helped me out of obligation, not affection.
I stored my luggage in the luggage compartment and carried Caliga; my owl in her cage, wandering about the train while it left the station.
As I looked for an empty compartment, I discovered there were none. Eventually, I was standing at Harry Potters' compartment door.
"Mind if I sit?" I asked. He looked up in surprise; he hadn't heard me.
"No, not at all, have a seat." He gestured politely to one and I took it. He looked at me closely for a moment, confused, as if he'd seen me before. "Hey, weren't you in Madam Malkin's?"
"Yea, I was." I smiled slightly and he smiled back.
"Excuse me? Do you mind? Everywhere else is full." A tall red headed boy at our compartment door interrupted.
"Not at all." Harry gestured him in as well. Grinning with relief, the redhead sat down.
"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley."
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
"Amy." I answered. But I'm not sure whether Ron heard or not, because he was staring at Harry.
"So it's true. Do you really have the… the…" Ron faltered.
"The what?" Harry asked.
"The scar." Ron whispered dramatically, indicating Harry's forehead, covered by his messy hair. I stifled a laugh at his dramatics, but I'll admit I did stare as Harry lifted his hair to reveal a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.
"That's wicked." Ron pulled his eyes from it and Harry put his fringe back down.
A trolley rolled to a stop outside our compartment then, and a witch peered in. "Anything off the trolley, dears?" she asked.
"No, I'm all set." Ron pulled a wrapped up bundle of something very squashed from his pocket. I stared at it, and he smiled sheepishly at me.
Harry stood, pulling money from his pocket. "We'll take three of everything."
They poured all the food onto the seat next to me; there was more room there. I stared at the amount in shock. I had never seen so much food. I watched Harry and Ron eat for a minute, and then reached carefully for a chocolate frog. I watched Harry with his, and opened it, catching mine. I ate it and sat back, satisfied, offering the boys the card in the back.
Harry and Ron both encouraged me to eat more of the sweets piled beside me, but I declined, only accepting a cauldron cake when they both pressured me. It was good, I thought, biting into it.
After a few hours on the train, a bushy haired girl appeared in our doorway, while Harry and Ron were talking.
"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost his." She looked down her nose at us.
"No." Ron replied.
"Oh, well okay. I'm Hermione Granger." She offered.
"Amy." I nodded at her, and Harry and Ron also introduced themselves.
After that I looked away. I wasn't interested in dealing with another snobby witch or wizard, like the Malfoys, and so I gave Caliga my attention. The witch at our door left shortly after, and I looked up to see Harry and Ron standing. Harry explained that they were going to change into their robes. I left Caliga in the compartment and went to get into mine as well, noticing several others already dressed in theirs. And shortly afterwards, by the time night had fallen around us, we arrived.
Surely this had to be better than the Riddle House.