Chapter 5: Chapter 4

A/N - Well, I figured out why my (original) chapter two was riddled with grammatical errors. When somebody told me about how confusing it all was, I went back to the document on my computer and fixed it. What I failed to do was- well, basically I use notepad (on one of the access, able computers in my house), and notepad, Quote "Should only be used as a last resort for uploading on fan fiction." That's my problem right there.

I am also learning from a friend how to properly use punctuation and grammar.

The compartment became very squishy, very quickly. It all began when one of the people who was previously sleeping -Harry presumed he was a second year- invited a female with a heart shaped face inside.

'Damn,' Harry thought as he rubbed his sore ears ', she sure can squeal.' Of course this would be because of the tiny, adorably cute albino kitten climbing up his shirt, using its small claws as grapple hooks. Unfortunately it attracted the attention of the other people in a twenty foot radius.

Which lead to the current state of and of an overly uncomfortable, over-flowing compartment. It really was baffling how so many people could fit in such a compact space, though perhaps people sitting on the floor might have helped. He had a tickling suspicion that they weren't just here to ogle at the kitten, judging by the numerous flirty looks the female population were sending him.

Having had been elbowed enough, and tired of all the 'accidental' hands wandering too far, he decided to squirm his way out of the tight squeeze that had left him sandwiched between two seventh year women. As he walked down the hallway, he realised that he didn't want a repeat of what just happened. So, he'd have to be somewhere secluded and private, which was definitely not a compartment.

Before he was so focused on the kitten that he didn't really care, and the girl was too busy admiring the tiny ball of fluff to really attempt to begin the awkward small talk that he was often subjected to. After some mild debate, he decided to just wait in the toilets until the train stopped and the people were gone. Never had he been more thankful that people didn't know who he was.

He really didn't understand why the female population was so grabby lately. Maybe some idiot cast a 'notice-me' charm, or something similar to that, if such a thing even existed. Usually he wasn't the chosen target for pranks, except when the Slytherins were involved.

Upon further inspection inside the boys toilets, it was revealed that there were clean, dry seats inside the shower stalls-which Harry didn't even know they had. Well, he was on a magic train after all.

A tiny white kitten head poked out of his shirt, yawning cutely and purring deeply. Idly, harry pondered about possible names. But before that, he'd need to know the gender of the kitten. Embarrassed, he quickly checked, trying to be as respectful as possible.

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Boy's names it is. Hunter, Bob, Steve, Socks, Blade, Marmalade, Hades, Frost..

The long list of possible names gave him a mild headache.

"Ok, how about Marmalade?" blank, emotionless expression. Not even a twitch, or a simple blink. "Lumps? Rouge? Ditto? Disney?" he desperately listed, waiting for any type of movement.

"Well I guess you don't want a name then!" he spat out, highly annoyed.

Still, nothing. This simple problem seemed to be tugging on his patience and nerves more than they normally would. He was feeling temperamental.

"Aladdin, Edgar, Yoda, Darth Vader!" to his utter surprise, there was a reaction. A single blink. That was good enough. Slowly, he back-tracked the names, and finally, he stumbled upon The Name. The One... the single thing he had been waiting, searching, for.

He would remember this moment, for many, many years to come...

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"Darth Vader?"

Yeah, I know. "Stupid, all those good names and you choose 'Darth Vader'!" Well, I'll just call him D.V for short, because that's a mouth full. I 'spun a wheel of chance', and it was either that, or Rio. It was a tie. I know some people are disappointed with the lack of action, but I struggled with just calling D.V 'it'.

Might be a drop in quality, I just started at a new, unfamiliar school.

Oh, and no smut/lemon, will ever be posted here. I will not have other people write it for me. I am not naïve, or completely innocent-far from it- but still, the answer is no.

Thanks to LoneWolfsRage and Animelover5008 for name suggestions.

Ironic really,Darth Vader; the name of a pure, innocent white kitten.

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