Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the books or the movie or its characters, places etc. the plot excluded (obviously, since if I had owned Harry Potter, it most certainly will be Draco + Hermione. But sadly…no.)
Note: This chapter has been re-written
1. The Last Person I Wanted to See
My mary-janes tapped against the corridor of the Hogwarts Express as I peeked in timidly to look in the compartments.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap … Pause….Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap …..Pause
I looked in to the next compartment for Harry and Ron. Well, I wasn't really looking forward to meet Ron and that's a whole new story.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap … Pause….Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap …..Pause
I look in to another window pane.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap … Pause….Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap …..Pause
Then the next one.
There they were. But instead of opening the compartment door immediately and walking right in with a smile, I watched them. Harry, Ron, Ginny were discussing something passionately. Neville, Dean, Seamus and Lavender were sharing a newspaper, eagerly reading some article. Luna was merely holding the latest issue of Quibbler with her eyes closed. And there appeared to be no seat left for me.
I sighed. I didn't want to kick anyone out just due to my belated arrival. Very well, I'll just have some time alone in some other compartment then, I decided.
It took a while to come across an empty compartment. Excusing myself through some of the students who were dawdling, I made my way and found one all for myself after quite a search. Entering the compartment, I slumped down on the seat after putting my trunk away. I peered out of the window to see the sky rumbling with dark frowning clouds, with awaiting rain drops to patter against the window.
My mind wandered off to something I had noticed when I came to platform 9 ¾. The hushed talks, a couple of open Daily Prophets here and there. There must have been something big going on lately in the wizard world. Something I obviously had missed.
Well that was no surprise since Ron and I weren't in terms of speaking due to our little fight last year and Harry hadn't written much either, still Sirius's death a forceful impact on him. And Ginny wasn't writing to me either since she sided with Ron. I also had gone for a wonderful vacation with my parents this summer. So I had been totally cut out from the wizarding world.
Anyway as I was saying, there seemed to have something big going on, other than the ministry admitting that Voldermort was back.
It was as if somebody important had been killed. I thought ominously.
My mind instantly pictured Dumbledore and I mentally slapped myself. No, if it's him it would have been a massive talk. Maybe it's Snape, the poor excuse of a teacher. I couldn't help feeling a bit hopeful.
Or maybe it's just nothing. I thought taking out a book and flipping to the fourth page, deciding to end my guessing game. I was only able to read for a few minutes for suddenly voices rose up from outside, most probably another carriage. The conversation wasn't loud enough to make out the words but still it was hard to ignore. I stopped my reading and tried to make sense of the sounds. My interest perked a bit as I heard "The Dark Lord".
It was obvious that it was the Slytherins who were making the racket. They were the only ones who referred Voldemort as the Dark Lord. Others used 'You-Know-Who' and 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' and in the Weasley twins case; 'Voldy-Poo'. I slid myself towards the door, away from the window to catch the words properly.
"Murdered….Supposed to do ….. Dumbledore made ….. Chose ….. Kill …If…. Side ….. Life ….. My parents are…... Enough to make"
What was this boggled up conversation? I wondered. Suddenly I speculated if Dumbledore really had been killed. Worried, I occupied my former place I had sat. I looked out side at the sky. Great, it was raining. My mind wandered back to the words I had heard.
Was it everyday that you used that word in a conversation? I wondered before going back to my book.
But before I could finish reading a sentence, somebody yelled "FINE" so loud and clear that I bet anybody from the other end of the train could have heard it.
What is going on? I thought, sitting up. Should I be inspecting? I was a prefect after all.
Without a warning the glass paneled door of my compartment opened with a BANG. I looked up startled. To my utmost amazement and also dismay, the last person I wanted to see, met my gaze.