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4: Laughter

In a moment, they had fallen sideways through the solid metal onto platform nine and three-quarters and looked up to see the Hogwarts Express, a scarlet steam engine, puffing smoke over a platform packed with witches and wizards seeing their children onto the train.

Percy and Ginny suddenly appeared behind Harry. They were panting and had apparently taken the barrier at a run.

"Ah, there's Penelope!" said Percy, smoothing his hair and going pink again. Ginny caught Harry's eye, and they both turned away to hide their laughter as Percy strode over to a girl with long, curly hair, walking with his chest thrown out so that she couldn't miss his shiny badge.

Rowling J.K., Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, PDF, Chapter 5: The Dementor, page 45.

"They have an odd sort of relationship, don't they?" Harry commented, watching the two blush and sputter uncontrollably as they took out their schedules to compare classes.

"Their matching badges are the ones in a relationship, actually," Ginny muttered more to herself in amusement.

Harry chuckled, raising an eyebrow in surprise. He had not heard sweet, innocent Ginny Weasley make such mean remarks before. Not in his presence anyway. He rather liked it.

When she realized he had heard her, she turned away quickly to hide her embarrassment.

"Good one, Ginny," he said, smiling warmly in her direction.

Ginny made to shrug, but she only managed to shrink into herself more.

"Uh, I'd better go before mum comes over and starts crying. I guess I'll see you – when I see you. Maybe at the feast tonight," she mumbled, growing red.

"And thanks for...what you said," she added as an after-thought, cursing herself inwardly.

"Well, maybe we'll see each other on the train –" Harry began awkwardly, but she had already made her way through the throngs of people on the platform and was nearly gone, only her red mane visible like a meandering flame in the crowd.

Minutes later Harry was standing by the compartment window with Ron and Hermione, waving at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley while his mind went over Arthur's strange parting words to keep safe and not go looking after Sirius Black. Odd, he thought, that he believed I would want to find him. Unless I'm supposed to find him. He did say I might hear things. And that...would make me suicidal enough to go chasing a murderer?

He shook his head. Less thinking and more talking to Ron and Hermione was in order.

From the corner of his eye he noticed that Ginny was standing some feet away, having followed Ron and Percy on the train. She was waving as well.

"Ginny, dear, I packed you some extra pairs of socks, just in case! They're in Ron's trunk, in the little bag, next to the cauldron!" her mother yelled from the platform.

Ginny's cheeks lit like fire. "Mum, honestly! Ron's trunk? Was Scabber's cage unavailable?"

Harry laughed despite himself. The constraint of having to worry about Sirius Black had kept him on edge. It was nice to have some form of relief.

Ginny whirled around, prepared to glare at whoever had guffawed, but realizing it was actually Harry, she coughed, blushed, went slightly white, blushed again and shook her head self-consciously before grabbing onto her trunk and pushing it down the corridor. Seeing as there was nothing left to do, the three of them set off after Ginny, in an attempt to search for an empty compartment.

When Harry, however, told Ron and Hermione that he needed to talk to them privately, the former turned towards Ginny without any qualms and told her to leave.

"Go away, Ginny."

"Oh, that's nice," said Ginny huffily, and she stalked off. (page 47)

"Ron, you could have been nicer!" Hermione reprimanded him.

"What? That's how we always talk!" Ron reasoned.

Harry stepped back to let Ginny pass and he swore he heard the angry redhead mutter "that's how you talk to your rat, you stupid git" under her breath as she dragged her trunk down the corridor.

He smiled to himself. There was quite a temper hidden underneath that puzzling shyness.