Chapter 5: I Threaten Someone
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We had been on the train for around two hours without any problems. Really the only problem that we had was that we had run out of pumpkin pasties, but even that was solved. I showed Harry, Ron, and Grover candy back from New York. I could tell that it was basically giving drugs to them because as soon as the candy hit their tongues, they were hooked. I thought that there would be no issue. And literally as soon as I said that, there compartment doors slid open.
"Sorry," a very round-faced boy said that was obviously very close to tears. "Have you seen a toad at all?" We shook our heads and he wailed. "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"
"He'll turn up." Harry said. "Well, if you see him…" The boy left.
"Don't know why he's so bothered. If I'd brought a toad I'd lose it as quickly as I could." Ron said. "Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't be talking."
"Yeah, you're right," I snorted. "He's pathetic. How old is he?"
"Twelve I think. He might've died and you would never tell the difference. Tried to turn him yellow yesterday but it didn't work," Ron said. I shuddered when he said that. The house smelled like week old poop for hours after that. While Ron was complaining about his wand to Harry, I looked at Grover, who was sound asleep. He kept making strange bleating noises when he fell asleep. I looked outside at the beautiful landscape when I was ripped out of my thoughts. The compartment door slid open and the toadless boy was back, but he was with someone. It was a girl who was already in her Hogwarts robes.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said. As soon as she spoke, I knew that she would be good for any type of management position. She had bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
"We've already told him we haven't seen it," I said. But the girl wasn't listening. She was looking at Ron's wand.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it then." She sat down and Ron looked a bit surprised.
"Sunshine, daises, butter mellow. Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" He waved his wand but it did nothing.
"I think all that did was put Scabbers into a deeper comatose state." I said. The girl started to berate Ron about how that wasn't a real spell and told us how she was a muggle-born. She introduced herself as Hermione Granger. Harry and I both looked stunned because of how fast she said it. I don't even think people in New York spoke this fast.
"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered. "Harry Potter," Harry said.
"Are you really?" Hermione asked. "I know all about you, of course – I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding of the Twentieth Century." Harry looked dazed. "Am I?"
"Of course." Hermione said. "And you are?"
I pointed to Grover. "That's Grover Underwood and I'm Percy Jackson."
Her eyes widened at that. "Are you related to the Jackson bloodline that helped build Hogwarts and found the Ministry of Magic?" I nodded my head. "Well, your family's in a lot of books and I thought the bloodline died of-"
"Can we not talk about this? I'd rather not talk about my relatives that have been dead for hundreds of years."
"Sorry. Also, you four better get in your robes. We're going to be arriving soon." And with that, Hermione exited the compartment.
Harry and Ron went back to chatting. Ron hoping that he wasn't in her house and Harry asking if Voldemort was in Slytherin. Ron was telling Harry about his family. How Bill was in Egypt and how Charlie was in Romania working. with dragons. And Ron looked astounded when Harry didn't know who his favorite Quidditch club was.
"I'm a Chudley Cannons fan." Ron said.
"Dude. They're ass. They're so bad that it's not even funny." I said, butting into the conversation.
"Then what's your favorite club?" "New York Terminators. They're in the MLQ (Major League Quidditch)."
Ron's eyes widened. "Holy shit, they're really good."
"Tell me about it."
"Do you have a broomstick?" he asked.
"Course." I said. "I have a Nimbus 2000. I'm trying out for Chaser this year."
Ron was about to respond to what I just said when Harry asked "What's a Chaser?" Once Ron had finished explaining Quidditch to Harry, 3 boys entered the compartment.
"Is it true?" the small ferrety boy asked. "They're saying Harry Potter is in this compartment. So, it's you, is it?"
"Yes." Harry said while looking at the other boys. My eyes widened when I saw them. Holy shit, I thought. They're fatter than N.O.T.O.R.I.O.U.S BIGGY was. "Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle" said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where we were looking. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Ron snickered when he said that but I groaned. The Malfoys were incredibly annoying. Once they found out that I was attending Hogwarts, they tried to include me into their stupid wizard politics. "Think my name's funny, don't you? No need to ask who you are. Red hair, hand me down robes, you're a Weasley of course." At this, Ron turned red, and tried to fly at Malfoy, but Harry and I barely managed to hold him back. "And who're you.?" Obviously referring to me.
"I'm Percy Jackson. And I'd rather you not judge my friends on their lack of money and their popularity. I'd rather judge them like how I judge your parents. Actually talking to them instead of judging them off their family's class. I've met them of course. They're annoying, bitchy, and act like they're better than everyone. You can insult us Malfoy, but you insult any of our parents, I'll buy your family's mansion and completely ruin your family's reputation. Do you understand me?" I said angrily. He nodded quickly. "Now leave." And with that, he left.
"You didn't have to defend me like that." Ron said.
I shrugged. "It's what friends do, no? Not to mention, the Malfoy's are assholes."
"Thanks man. Anyways, Harry, you've met him?" While Harry explained what happened between the two of them in Madam Malkin's, I shook Grover awake, saying that we had to put our robes on since we were almost at the school.
About 30 minutes later, the train came to a stop. I looked outside and saw the castle. It never ceased to amaze me every time I saw it. I saw Harry with his jaw on the floor and said "Pretty cool isn't it?" he nodded, speechless. I grabbed my suitcases and my owl and stepped out onto Hogsmeade Station. I heard a familiar voice and knew who it was.
"Firs' years over here! Firs' years over here!" Hagrid yelled.
"Well, this is where I leave." I said to Harry and Ron. "Tell Hagrid I said hello, won't ya?" I walked away once I said that.
"What I miss while I was asleep on the train?" Grover asked. I explained to him as we were walking to the carriages.
"I wonder what house they're gonna be in." I said while hopping into a carriage. "I hope they're in Gryffindor." "Me too. They seem like nice people." Grover said. We sat in the carriage for the rest of the journey in silence.
Chapter 5: I Threaten Someone
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
We had been on the train for around two hours without any problems. Really the only problem that we had was that we had run out of pumpkin pasties, but even that was solved. I showed Harry, Ron, and Grover candy back from New York. I could tell that it was basically giving drugs to them because as soon as the candy hit their tongues, they were hooked. I thought that there would be no issue. And literally as soon as I said that, there compartment doors slid open.
"Sorry," a very round-faced boy said that was obviously very close to tears. "Have you seen a toad at all?" We shook our heads and he wailed. "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"
"He'll turn up." Harry said. "Well, if you see him…" The boy left.
"Don't know why he's so bothered. If I'd brought a toad I'd lose it as quickly as I could." Ron said. "Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't be talking."
"Yeah, you're right," I snorted. "He's pathetic. How old is he?"
"Twelve I think. He might've died and you would never tell the difference. Tried to turn him yellow yesterday but it didn't work," Ron said. I shuddered when he said that. The house smelled like week old poop for hours after that. While Ron was complaining about his wand to Harry, I looked at Grover, who was sound asleep. He kept making strange bleating noises when he fell asleep. I looked outside at the beautiful landscape when I was ripped out of my thoughts. The compartment door slid open and the toadless boy was back, but he was with someone. It was a girl who was already in her Hogwarts robes.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said. As soon as she spoke, I knew that she would be good for any type of management position. She had bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
"We've already told him we haven't seen it," I said. But the girl wasn't listening. She was looking at Ron's wand.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it then." She sat down and Ron looked a bit surprised.
"Sunshine, daises, butter mellow. Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" He waved his wand but it did nothing.
"I think all that did was put Scabbers into a deeper comatose state." I said. The girl started to berate Ron about how that wasn't a real spell and told us how she was a muggle-born. She introduced herself as Hermione Granger. Harry and I both looked stunned because of how fast she said it. I don't even think people in New York spoke this fast.
"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered. "Harry Potter," Harry said.
"Are you really?" Hermione asked. "I know all about you, of course – I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding of the Twentieth Century." Harry looked dazed. "Am I?"
"Of course." Hermione said. "And you are?"
I pointed to Grover. "That's Grover Underwood and I'm Percy Jackson."
Her eyes widened at that. "Are you related to the Jackson bloodline that helped build Hogwarts and found the Ministry of Magic?" I nodded my head. "Well, your family's in a lot of books and I thought the bloodline died of-"
"Can we not talk about this? I'd rather not talk about my relatives that have been dead for hundreds of years."
"Sorry. Also, you four better get in your robes. We're going to be arriving soon." And with that, Hermione exited the compartment.
Harry and Ron went back to chatting. Ron hoping that he wasn't in her house and Harry asking if Voldemort was in Slytherin. Ron was telling Harry about his family. How Bill was in Egypt and how Charlie was in Romania working. with dragons. And Ron looked astounded when Harry didn't know who his favorite Quidditch club was.
"I'm a Chudley Cannons fan." Ron said.
"Dude. They're ass. They're so bad that it's not even funny." I said, butting into the conversation.
"Then what's your favorite club?" "New York Terminators. They're in the MLQ (Major League Quidditch)."
Ron's eyes widened. "Holy shit, they're really good."
"Tell me about it."
"Do you have a broomstick?" he asked.
"Course." I said. "I have a Nimbus 2000. I'm trying out for Chaser this year."
Ron was about to respond to what I just said when Harry asked "What's a Chaser?" Once Ron had finished explaining Quidditch to Harry, 3 boys entered the compartment.
"Is it true?" the small ferrety boy asked. "They're saying Harry Potter is in this compartment. So, it's you, is it?"
"Yes." Harry said while looking at the other boys. My eyes widened when I saw them. Holy shit, I thought. They're fatter than N.O.T.O.R.I.O.U.S BIGGY was. "Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle" said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where we were looking. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Ron snickered when he said that but I groaned. The Malfoys were incredibly annoying. Once they found out that I was attending Hogwarts, they tried to include me into their stupid wizard politics. "Think my name's funny, don't you? No need to ask who you are. Red hair, hand me down robes, you're a Weasley of course." At this, Ron turned red, and tried to fly at Malfoy, but Harry and I barely managed to hold him back. "And who're you.?" Obviously referring to me.
"I'm Percy Jackson. And I'd rather you not judge my friends on their lack of money and their popularity. I'd rather judge them like how I judge your parents. Actually talking to them instead of judging them off their family's class. I've met them of course. They're annoying, bitchy, and act like they're better than everyone. You can insult us Malfoy, but you insult any of our parents, I'll buy your family's mansion and completely ruin your family's reputation. Do you understand me?" I said angrily. He nodded quickly. "Now leave." And with that, he left.
"You didn't have to defend me like that." Ron said.
I shrugged. "It's what friends do, no? Not to mention, the Malfoy's are assholes."
"Thanks man. Anyways, Harry, you've met him?" While Harry explained what happened between the two of them in Madam Malkin's, I shook Grover awake, saying that we had to put our robes on since we were almost at the school.
About 30 minutes later, the train came to a stop. I looked outside and saw the castle. It never ceased to amaze me every time I saw it. I saw Harry with his jaw on the floor and said "Pretty cool isn't it?" he nodded, speechless. I grabbed my suitcases and my owl and stepped out onto Hogsmeade Station. I heard a familiar voice and knew who it was.
"Firs' years over here! Firs' years over here!" Hagrid yelled.
"Well, this is where I leave." I said to Harry and Ron. "Tell Hagrid I said hello, won't ya?" I walked away once I said that.
"What I miss while I was asleep on the train?" Grover asked. I explained to him as we were walking to the carriages.
"I wonder what house they're gonna be in." I said while hopping into a carriage. "I hope they're in Gryffindor." "Me too. They seem like nice people." Grover said. We sat in the carriage for the rest of the journey in silence.
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