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When the train stopped, I peered out the window expecting to see the grand castle my parents used to talk about, but instead I'm met with an array of trees and what looked to be shops.
Across from me, Neville notices my confusion. "We still have a way to the castle, we're in Hogsmeade now."
I let out an ah and stay in my seat while the others grab their trunks. Almost everyone but Harry has exited by the time I decide to stand, turning and reaching for my own trunk.
"Oh, here," Harry states, reaching over my head to retrieve it for me.
"No, it's ok, I—" His hand grazes mine in reach of the trunk and I flinch back as a vision fills my head. It was short and quick, due to the fact that it was a mere graze, but I could see it clearly.
Harry laid on the floor of a massive hall, broken and fragmented statues scattered around him as he struggled. His eyes were red, and his body seized. Suddenly he looked to the side. It was then I recognized Dumbledore standing, staring fearfully at the scene before him.
The vision subsided and Harry stood staring at me, his green eyes wide. I realized I had backed all the way up to the opposite wall, holding onto my hand as though his touch hurt me.
He remained staring at me in hurt confusion. I pulled my eyes away from his, in shame almost, and my eyes meet my trunk which he had pulled down for me. With a shaky breath, I reached out and grabbed it's handle. "Thanks." I whisper before speeding out of the compartment and towards the train's exit.
I swallow nervously once I get off the train and look around at the scene before me. On the left there were dark carriages attached to beast-like creatures. I was startled at first then I recognized them as thestrals. Very interesting.
A woman on the right was calling for first years, and gesturing down a different path. Furrowing my eyebrows at her I decided it would be more beneficial to ride in a carriage. I spot a man sorting a pile of trunks, students placing their belongings next to him. Trusting what I was seeing, I place mine among the pile before turning around.
Harry, having just gotten off the train was looking around the platform with his eyebrows furrowed. I knew immediately he was looking for me.
Frowning, I race to the closest carriage, quickly climbing in and taking a seat. I close my eyes, bringing a hand up to rub my eyes. I can't believe I haven't even been here for five minutes and already seen something like that.
I mentally cursed myself, before dropping my hand. Once I did I looked up and realized I wasn't alone in the carriage.
The boy Malfoy sat directly in front of me. He was looking at me sharply, angered and confused by my presence. I notice there's also a girl sitting next to him— darting her eyes between me and the boy. And on my right, a third person sat. His olive skin clashed with the Malfoy boy's, and he had dark hair falling in curls around his face.
