Hermione
I grin at him then loop my arm through his, "You ready?"
He beams back, "As ready as one can be, I suppose."
"You're talking like me."
"Why, thank you."
I roll my eyes but lead him on the train, both of us holding our trunks in our free hands. We walk to the very back and place them with the others. Once that's done, Harry does a little bow and extends his hand.
"M'lady."
"What's got you acting like such a gentleman?"
He shrugs, "I can be a gentlemen if I wanted to."
"Or if you tried."
He shakes his head but takes my hand and leads me down the train, muttering about finding a compartment.
Eventually, he finds one which isn't packed up. In it, there are four boys - plenty of room for 2 more people.
"Can we sit here?" Harry asks them. "Everywhere else is full."
That's not true - and he knows it - if we ventured a bit further, I'm sure we could've found a spot. Then, it hits me. Harry chose this one because one of the boys looks like him. Well... 1991 him, the 1971 version of him has a bit more curl to his hair and his eyes are just a couple shades darker.
One of the boys gives a grin, "Of course, my name's Sirius - Sirius Black."
"I'm Peter!" the blonde boy near the window squeaks.
The sandy-haired one next him gives us a smile, "Remus."
"And I," the last one states proudly. "Am James Potter, the one and only."
"I'm Hermione Granger, the boy here is Harry Smith."
They nod and Harry sits next to Remus. And I take a deep breath - we're with them. Harry looks at the seat next to James, daring me to sit there. And, I comply.
It feels weird, sitting next to a boy. Which is unusual, seeing as I sat with Harry ad Ron with much less space between us than there is between me and James. Maybe it's because he's the father of my best friend.
I can last one train ride, though, can't I?