They arrived at the station, and found a compartment on the train. Once accommodated, both siblings got on their own books for the journey. Harry had been instructed by Lord Zeus to study some books about the Potters, as he was the sole living member of the family. He had found the history interesting, as it permitted him to know about his family. Another thing, was that he was the heir of the family, and will become Lord Potter in his 15th birthday, inheriting the family fortune, properties and political power. Right now he just had some access to the family books, but his father had recommended reading all of them, so he could be ready. He had decided to read on the train because once he arrived at Hogwarts he knew he would have little to no time to read them.

He was reading the Potter Grimoire, when the door was suddenly open. At the door where Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, they came inside the compartment put their luggage in the racks and sat at Harry's side. That being done they started to talk.

- Hi mate, how was your summer? I went to visit Charlie in Romania. Remember Norbert ,he was there, well it appears that now is a she and...

- Ronald, don't be insensitive -interrupted Hemione- Hi Harry, how was your summer? Did the Dursleys treat you alright? Sorry that we didn't write but professor Dumbledor said that we couldn't send you letters in case Pettigrew intercept them, and discover where you live.

Harry didn't answer their questions, they knew there were other ways than letters to communicate. Hermione could have called him by phone, but she didn't. So now Harry didn't want to know anything about them, and the twins had sent him some letters so the excuse wasn't a good one for him.

He continued to ignore them, but they didn't appear to understand his silence. Ron continued to talk about things he had seen, making impossible for him to concentrate in his book. He could see sparks starting to show in Thalia's hands, so before things could get worst, he decided to stop the red head rambling.

- Ron shut up, we -he said motioning to Thalia- are reading and you don't let us concentrate. If you want to stay, fine, but be quiet.

Hermione realized the book he still had in his hands.

- What are you reading Harry? I had never read that book, where did you get it? Can I borrow it, when you are done?

- No, Hermione, you can't have it -he said as calm as he could, they were getting on his nerves- its a family book and I'm the only one who can read it.

_Thalia_

Calm was gone as soon as a red head boy and bushy haired girl came into the compartment, she had promised Harry not to sent a lightning bolt at them and give them an opportunity. But her brother's old, and possibly former, friends were making it difficult. Didn't the redhead know when to shut up, he was annoying. Not too soon, in her opinion, Harry luckily stopped him.

The redhead idiot seems to realize, for the first time, that there was another person. He started observing her, his eyes lingering were they shouldn't. She got up, left the book in her seat and grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt. Sparks flew around her fingers, if he was "accidentally" hit by one or two it was her problem. She opened the door, dropped red head outside and went back to her reading.

_Hermione_

Hermione couldn't place the mysterious new girl. She was older than her by one or two years, with black short spiky hair, and a plain black Hogwarts' uniform.

She had seen her when they had entered the compartment, having finally found Harry after looking in all the train. Harry was different, for the first time he wasn't wearing glasses, and had a confident aura around him.

After Harry mentioned not being alone, Ron had seemed to finally see the stranger. He had wrongly observed her where he shouldn't, because she had quickly gotten up and threw Ron out. And there were sparks around her fingers, no she had to have imagined that.

She didn't bother to defend Ron, sometimes she wondered why she was still hanging out with him. He had the sensitivity of a brick, and his brothers had shown him the past summer about girls. He had tried to ask her out when they had met that morning. If it weren't for Harry she would never be with him again.

_Harry_

Just as Thalia sat down and Ronald got up from the floor, another voice was heard.

- What are you doing on the floor Weasel? Begging for money? Doesn't daddy dearest make enough money to pay for your robes, I bet you didn't bring a formal robe.

-Shut up, you miserable rat -Ron said, the tip of his ears turning red with embarrassment.

-Where is Potty? -Uninterrupted the Malfoy- maybe you could ask him for money?

Harry had lost any kind of esteem from the redhead, so he didn't bother to interrupt the blonde. Draco Malfoy hadn't changed a bit since the last time that he had seen him. He was the heir of the House Malfoy, a rich family original of France with little political power in England. The Slytherin though, that because he had money and his father had the minister in his pocket, that he could lord over everyone else.

After belittling Ron, Malfoy entered the compartment. Fixing his eyes in Hermione, he started his usual insults. Even though Hermione wasn't his close friend he didn't like the word "Mudblood" to referrer a muggle-born, because his mother had been one. He got up, a calm facade in place.

-Heir Malfoy, how nice for you to come. What is the reason for your visit? I don't think our families have any common business.

Malfoy might not be the brightest person in the train, but he had been trained since a young boy to understand the politics of the world he lived. He knew that just someone of a certain status would address him that way, and not knowing who he was, Malfoy made the right decision of leaving.