Dumbledore decided that it would be better if I came to Hogwarts via the train so that people won't start suspecting anything.
We arrived a bit early so Dumbledore stayed with me a few minutes longer making for good company. He left just before people started coming through the barrier.
While I sat, waiting for train to come I saw some familiar faces from the years I'd watch all the students. I recognized some people from Gryffindor, I think they are now fifth or sixth Year. My dad really didn't like them, that probably has something to do with his past but I have never had guts to ask him.
In the corner of my eye I saw Draco, his parents were beside him. He saw me and I waved with a smile. He waved back and his father probably saw that because he bent down to ask him something and then Draco motioned me over. What does he want?
I went over to them. "Hello," I smiled at his parents, meanwhile sending Draco a confused glare. He didn't said anything he just keep staring at me. Well this is awkward.
''Lucius Malfoy, pleasure to meet you'' He wore a sly smirk on his face. We shook hands. He is so full of himself "Christine Moore. The pleasure is all mine."
The Malfoys were a pureblood family with really high position in the Wizarding world, so I knew exactly how to behave. I put my chin up and smirked ,so that I would look like I was in same position as them.
''Narcissa Malfoy'' The woman looked a little bit different than her husband, nicer I think.
Lucius spoke again, "I see that you have already meet our son Draco." He looked at his son who was standing beside him and still staring at me like he was begging me not to say something wrong.
"Oh yes. We met at Diagon Alley," I said sweetly.
There was some strange silence and tension in the air. "I never heard about Moore family. Are you a muggle-born?" He spat word muggle-born like it was dirt.
"Lucius!" Narcissa yell at him. He threatened her with a deadly glare. The woman instantly quited.
"Oh no problem. No I am not a muggle-born. My mother was a pureblood witch, but my dad at the other hand was a muggle-born so that makes me half blood." I looked at Draco for a second and he relaxed a little. "You don't know about them because they are dead." I smiled to my self. I am such a good liar.
"Well, that changes a lot." He immediately stopped looking at me like I was some sort of dirt on his shoe. "I could see that who ever raised you, have done pretty good job. You will be good company to my son." He was speaking like Draco wasn't even there.
Seriously what an annoying man. "Thank you father." Draco has spoke for the first time since I came.
After few minutes the train had come and we said goodbye to his parents and then went inside the big steam engine.
"Thanks for not being muggle-born." A small smile appeared on his face.
"Hm?" I looked at him confused. What he meant by that? "What do you mean?"
"Because if you were, he would probably kill me on the spot. Besides you looked quite interesting when we first met. It would be a shame if I couldn't hang out with you." That was so sweet of him. I see that he could be nice too when he wanted.
"Well you seem interesting to." A smiles danced it's way across my lips to settled there for a while.
"Of course I am!" He smirked, again with that attitude.
After that we went separate ways to find where to seat because train was about to set off.
I quickly found an empty cabin and I went inside.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" I shot a spell because the place where I had to put my trunk was just too high for me to reach.
I sat down close to window and started drawing the first think that I could remember. After fifteen minutes someone stepped inside the cabin. I looked up and saw little ginger boy with freckles all over his face.
"Er...Can I sit here all others are full?" He said with hope flickering his eyes.
"Oh, of course." I faked a smile. I had hoped that I would be alone.
"Thanks!" He smiled at me. "I am Ron Weasley!"
"Christine Moore, nice to meet you."
Not long after someone again opened the door of cabin. I instantly recognized him. It was the boy I ran into at Madam Malkins.
"Can I sit here, all th..." I interrupted him. "All the others are full, right?" I had finished for him. He giggled a little and nodded.
"Yes, you can," I smiled at him.
"Ron Weasley." He smiled and shook boy's hand. "And this is ..." He gestured to me.
"Christine Moore. We met at Madam Malkin's shop when I bumped at you." I said feeling guilty.
"Oh I remember! Buy the way I am Harry Potter." His cheeks had become a little pink. Ron and I exchange looks at each other.
"Do ...do you have ... you know?" He played at his forehead.
"Oh you mean this?" He moved his fringe from his face.
"Bloody hell!" Ron's eyes widen in surprise. He looked so amazed.
I didn't feel anything. Yes I have heard the story of the boy-who-lived, but I don't consider him as the celebrity like the rest of the Wizarding world.
During the ride one girl with frizzy brown hair came into the cabin looking for toad that some boy had lost. Her name was Hermione Granger. Ron didn't like her from the moment she came in. He gave her a nickname. He called her a little miss know it all, probably because she laughed at him for not realizing that his brothers gave him a fake spell. To me Hermione looked quite anoing so I decided to ignore her.
The rest of the ride was very interesting. We laughed and joked about some crazy stuff. Maybe this lot wasn't so bad after all. At least they were a nice company.