"Tah-dah!" Lisa yelled, throwing her arms out, "It's the Hogwarts Express!"
"You'd think they'd have figured out a better way to find it, I seriously thought I was going to run into the freaking wall," I said
"Hey, we're the only one's here!" Hermione said happily. She was right, no one else was there.
"Were," Lisa said sadly, looking behind her.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Were, we were the only one's here, look behind you." I did. Three boys had just walked through the barrier and were eying us curiously.
"Are you three the new students?" one of the boy's asked, coming up to us.
"Uh, yeah, I'm Leon." Lisa said quickly.
"And I'm Harry," I added.
"And I'm Hermes." Hermione said.
"Hermes? Like the Greek messenger god?" the boy asked.
"Yep." Hermione grinned.
"Well I'm Oliver, I'm in the seventh year, Head Boy, Dumbledore told me you would be coming, and this is my brother Vincent and his friend Draco, they're both in your year." The other two boys stepped forward. One was short and fat with short black hair while the other was tall with blonde hair and a pointed face.
"Lovely to meet you." Lisa said uncertainly, trying to move away from the two boys in a least obvious way as possible.
"I'll leave you five to chat, I've got to go put my stuff away and say hello to the new prefects," Oliver explained, he turned and left.
"Come on Crabbe, let's go get a compartment," Draco sneered, he and the other boy, Vincent turned and left.
"I dunno about you, but I really didn't like them," Lisa whispered. "Well, actually Oliver seemed okay but the other two..." Lisa shivered.
"I totally agree with you Lis - I mean Leon," Hermione quickly corrected.
"Let's go find a compartment to hide in," I suggested, "before more people try to talk to us."
We turned and went to the train. Lifting out heavy trunks up with some trouble onto the train. We picked a compartment at the very end, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. It worked until the rest of the train got full and the few people who where left (two) had to share a compartment with us. That was how we met Ron and Neville.
"Um, hi, the rest of the train is full, I've been up and down it three times, do you mind if we sit here?" A tall red headed boy with freckles asked, poking his head into out compartment.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Lisa replied, moving over closer to Hermione to give the boy and his friend some space. The two boys came in and sat down.
"I'm Ron," the red head said, once seated, "and this is Neville." He pointed to the other boy. Neville was about my height, pudgy with a round face.
"Oh, well I'm Leon," Lisa said, "And these are my two friends Harry and Hermes, we're all new here this year."
"Oh, really? What year?" the boy asked.
"Fifth," Lisa replied.
"Same as us, maybe we could hang out some time," he offered.
"That would be fun," Hermione said.
"Cool." Ron looked overjoyed. Neville was probably the only friend he'd ever had, and probably the only friend he thought he'd ever have.
"So, where are you all from?" Ron asked, trying to get a conversation started.
"Oh, well, me and Harry have been home schooled, and Leon moved here from America over the summer," Hermione explained.
"Have you ever met each other before?" Ron asked, "you seem to know each other."
"We all live a few blocks apart at the most," Lisa improvised.
"Oh, so, where do you all live?"
"Well, Harry's at Privet Drive, and I'm at Mongolia crescent and so is Hermes," Lisa said, the only location she lied about was where Hermione lived.
"Well, congratulations in getting into this school anyways," Ron said.
"Why are you congratulating us?" Lisa asked, confused. Ron looked at her oddly.
"Because this is like one of the most prestigious school in the world, it's only for the elite and the nobility, which is why I have no idea what I'm doing here," Ron said.
"Huh?" Hermione asked.
"I'm not any good at magic and don't have any money," Ron grumbled quietly, looking away. He obviously had not wanted the conversation to go in that direction.
"You're no better than me," Neville said, this was the first I had heard him speak.
"Well at least you have the nobility part on your side," Ron said.
"Yeah, except that I'm even worse that you are at magic..."
"And that's saying something." Everybody looked up at the door. Draco, the evil kid from earlier was standing there, having added onto what Neville was saying. He also had Vincent with him plus another thug.
"Oh shut it Malfoy," Ron growled. Neville just cowered. The kid, Malfoy, Draco, whatever his name was, sneered.
"I see you're socializing with the new students, hoping to find yourself some new friends? Don't get your hopes up Weasley, in time they'll soon realize what losers you and Longbottom are." With that, he left.
"Does everyone here have tow names?" I whined the moment the door was closed.
"What?" Ron asked, turning to look at me, "What do you mean everyone's got two names?"
"Well," I began "First someone told us that two of those boys names where Draco and Vincent, then we hear Draco call Vincent Crabbe, and just now you called him Malfoy, and he called you and Neville, Longbottom and Weasley." Ron was silent for a moment, then both he and Neville burst out laughing.
"What?" I asked.
"Sorry," Ron apologized, "I just thought I'd be obvious, we're calling each other by our last names." he explained.
"Why? Are you supposed to?"
"It's only really used for enemies, except Malfoy seems to be the exception since he calls pretty much everybody by their last name, including his friends."
"So, those two thugs where his friends?" Hermione asked. Ron nodded.
"He's got a few others, no one out of the Slytherin house though, that's his house by the way, I'm in Gryffindor, so is Neville."
"God I hope I don't end up in the same house with him, I'd hate being called Turpin all the time, I mean really think about how horrible it sounds, it makes me think of Turpentine." Lisa complained.
"Turpin? Is that your last name?" Ron asked. Lisa nodded.
"Yes, it is, unfortunately."