Here I am again. I'm going to update this one twice in a row because no one really seems all that interested in my other story. Doesn't matter, this ones doing better then I had thought. I'm sorry that my updates are a little on the slow side. I have school work, an active guild on Gaiaonline, and I have an original that I'm working on.

Thanks for your patience.

I have no claim to Harry Potter series or any of its characters.

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"So, what house do you want, Puck," Harry asked after sitting in silence for a while.

"Hufflepuff," Puck said with a bright grin.

"What?" Draco asked in disgust, "Hufflepuff?"

"Yeah, you know why?" Puck narrowed her eyes and giggled, "I could do acts of unspeakable evil and no one would ever suspect me because I'm a sweet, innocent little Hufflepuff. Everyone knows that Hufflepuffs are a bunch of boring little do-gooders, so who would think I did it?"

"Anyone who knows your family," Blaise muttered.

Before Puck could say anything further, the door of the compartment slid open to reveal and plumb, smiling older woman pushing a cart full of various types of sweets.

"Anything off the cart, dears?" she asked them.

It appeared that Draco, Blaise, and Puck wanted everything off the cart. They bought enough Pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, and every flavor beans to feed a small army let alone four children (they seemed to have no problem with sharing with Harry).

They had some fun with the Berty Bott's Every Flavor Beans. When Harry first bit into one, he gagged and started to spit.

"What is it?" Blaise asked.

"Ack, ich tashtes like soup," Harry said, still spitting.

"Too bad," Draco said, biting into a green one and gagging, "Pond scum."

"Why do you eat this stuff," Harry asked in disgust.

"We're bored," Blaise said taking a bite of a green one with red spots.

Blaise's eyes crossed and he started to spit as hard as he could. Grabbing one of the containers of pumpkin juice, he started to guzzle the thing down as fast as he could

"What was it?" Puck asked, looking curious.

"I have no idea," Blaise said, his voice was slightly breathless, "It was so hot I though my mouth was going to combust."

Puck blinked and nibbled on a brown one. Her eyes got a funny, glazed look and she sort of shivered.

"What is it?" Harry said, not quite sure what to expect.

"Hair," Puck said, "Burnt hair,"

"Nice," Blaise muttered.

"That's it," Harry said, "I'm going to the chocolate frogs…they aren't real…are they?"

Harry was starting to think that nothing would surprise him anymore.

"Nope, just chocolate," Draco said, "But they have famous Witch and Wizard cards that go with them that you can collect."

"That sounds safe…" Harry said with a bit of a sigh.

"Yeah, it is," Blaise told him, "There used to be a spell on them so that they'd jump around a little, but they stopped that. Some people started to complain that it was slightly disgusting to eat a candy that squirmed and acted like it was alive until they bit it's head off."

"No wonder," Harry muttered.

"I found one of those once," Puck said, "It was the most freaky thing I've even done to bite something that felt alive."

"Then why did you bite it?" Draco asked.

"I didn't have anything else to do,"

"Ah,"

The sliding glass door opened again to show a very upset looking round face, mousy hair boy about their age. He was looking around for something and finally he noticed that everyone was staring at him. He flushed slightly and looked embarrassed.

"Um, have any of you seen a toad?" he asked nervously.

"No…"

"I've lost him," the boy sobbed slightly.

"If I had a toad, I'd lose it," Draco muttered under his breath.

"Did you…check your pocket?" Blaise asked, looking somewhat confused.

The boy blinked and reached into his pocket, drawing out one large, fat, annoyed looked toad.

"Trevor!" the boy sad happily, "Thanks!"

He shut the door a little too loud and was gone.

"You know, Draco, you're security stinks," Blaise said, watching the boy go.

"They're good for real threats," Draco said with a shrug, or at least what they think of as real threats. I guess they don't see a little girl or a kid who gives out I'm-helpless-so-come-pick-on-me vibes as worth the trouble.

"I'm not sure, but I think that I'm offended," Puck said thoughtfully.

"Don't be," Blaise muttered, "He's simply stating fact."

"Now, I know I'm offended," Puck said glaring at Blaise.

The lights in the compartment flickered on as the evening approached.

Harry watched all of this with a smile far-off smile on his face. It was nice to be surrounded by people. He had never really had people to talk with when he was younger and it was nice not be so alone. Watching Blaise and Puck fighting and Draco watching with a smirk on his face was really one of them most fun things that he had ever had happen to him. Harry amused himself with a brief mental image of what would happen if Dudley and his gang tried to bully him with these guys around. Even though Harry wasn't dumb enough to really call them 'friends', he had a pretty good idea that they wouldn't let Dudley try to pound him into the ground with them around either.

It was a nice thought.

"Hey, Harry," Draco said, "I hope that you studied. The teachers love to tear apart Muggleborns on the fact that their stupid.

"What!" Harry said, immediately dug into his bag and took out a book. He immediately became engrossed into it and wouldn't even answer and questions let alone look up.

"Well, there goes Potter," Blaise said, taking out his own book, "I suggest following his example."

Draco gave both Harry and Blaise a completely disgusted look, and reluctantly began reading a book of curses. Puck looked completely disappointed and looked like she was getting ready to leave, but the door opened again.

"Maybe we should start a toll booth," Blaise suggested.

"Hello," a girl with very bushy brown hair and prominent front teeth said pushing the door open the rest of the way, "I'm Hermione Granger, sorry to interrupt you, but I saw that you were the only ones studying, and I thought that I should tell you that I was just up with the conductor and he said that we're going to be arriving soon, so you might want to change into your robes."

She was looking at Harry when she said this, as he was the only one in Muggle clothing. All the others were fully in their robes, and Harry doubted that Draco and Blaise ever wore anything besides them. He wasn't too sure about Puck, from what he had been hearing about he through the conversation, she was unpredictable.

From something that Blaise had snidely muttered, her parents were unofficially banned from all Wizarding Circles in England because of their pranks. Puck seemed to come from a long line of troublemaking Wizards, and she was proud of it.

"Uh, thanks," Harry said, not quite sure what to say to her.

"It's no trouble!" Hermione said, bustling out again.

As she left there was a moment of silence. Then

"You know…I like her," Blaise said with a smirk, "I'll have fun with her in Ravenclaw."

"You sure she's going to be in Ravenclaw?" Puck asked.

"I think so," Blaise said with a nod, "Se doesn't look like anything else."

"Have fun," Draco said, "She sounds boring."

Harry rushed off into the bathroom to change his robes. On the way back, he noticed a familiar face glaring at him. Harry decided that it would be a good idea to avoid the clueless redhead, since people like him really were better off avoided, but the guy didn't seem to want to give Harry that option.

"Hey! Death Eater in training!" the guy yelled out.

Harry kept walking.

"I just wanted to ask you if you'd met you're fellow flunkies yet," He continued, "After all, you're going to be in Slytherin, where all Death Eaters go."

Liar

Harry blinked and looked around. He could have sworn that he had heard someone say 'liar'. The guy must have thought that Harry was stopping because of him since he continued.

"And when I'm in Gryffindor, and fulfill my destiny as the Chosen One, you're going to get it with the rest of the Death Eaters," he continued.

Harry turned around.

"Only a fool makes his own enemies," He said.

"What does that mean!" the guy yelled.

"It mean's you're stupid."

And with that, Harry came back to the compartment and sat down. No one looked up as he came back, Puck was playing with something that looked suspiciously like a stink bomb, and Draco was trying to get Blaise to play a game of chess with him. Blaise didn't seem to keen on the idea.

"Come on, Blaise, it won't be too humiliating," Draco was saying.

"The way you play chess? I think I want to keep my ego in tact until we reach the school," Blaise told him.

Draco turned to Harry, "What about you?"

"What about me?" Harry asked.

"Why don't we play a friendly game of chess," Draco said amiably, "We have a little while to wait until the train gets there."

Harry looked at Blaise, who was sitting behind Draco. Blaise gave his a look that said plainly: your funeral.

"Um, before we do that…" Harry said, "Answer me one question: Some guy said the was the 'Chosen One'. What was he talking about?"

"Did he had red hair?" Puck asked.

"Yeah,"

"That was Ron Weasley," Blaise said, "When he was born, some seer went into a trance and said that he would grow up to save the Wizarding world. He's from a poor family that everyone used to ignore, but since Ron's birth, no one really wants to cross them, unless their name is Lucius Malfoy."

"Father hates the Weasleys," Draco supplied, but didn't seem to feel the need to elaborate, "So, he's one your tail now? Well it could be worse…"

Liar.

Harry looked around again.

"Did you hear something?" Harry asked.

"No," the others said.

Harry shook his head. Maybe all this magic was getting to him.

"Well, it couldn't be worse," Draco admitted. "You're going to be either a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor, and both houses are made up of his followers. You're going to have a rough school life."

"Thanks, you guys are really making me feel better," Harry said with a sigh.

There was a sound of the brakes being applied, and the train began to slide to a halt. Harry stood up, and Draco put away his chess set, looking disappointed.

"Well, let's go," Draco said.

"To whatever fate awaits us," Puck said cheerfully, "Hope you don't get slaughtered by Weasley, Harry."

"Look on the bright side," Blaise said, obviously thinking that he was being helpful. It will be at least one year until he learns any curses worth worrying about."

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And that's the end. Sorry that it's so short, but I've had so many things to do.

Next Chapter: Of Sortings

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