Party Police.

Chapter Six.

Around half-past twelve, there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"

Harry, who hadn't had a meal since the breakfast (Y/n) originally offered them, leapt to his feet, but Ron's ears went pink again and he muttered that he'd brought sandwiches. Harry went out into the corridor and (Y/n) peeked her head out.

"Two Chocolate Frogs, please," (Y/n) requested. Upon getting them, she tossed one towards Ron. They instantly opened their packages. (Y/n) clicked her tongue. "Rosalind," she said.

"Trade you? I got Mary Sibley," Ron said.

"Ooh," (Y/n) murmured. "She's new. Well, for me." 

"I know," Ron grinned as they exchanged.

Harry, meanwhile, had never had any money for candy with the Dursleys, and not that he had pockets rattling with gold and silver he was ready to buy as many Mars Bars as he could carry— but the woman didn't have Mars Bars. What she did have were Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen in his life. Not wanting to miss anything, he got some of everything and paid the woman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts.
Ron stared as Harry brought it all back into the compartment and tipped it onto an empty seat.

"Hungry, are you?"

"Starving," Harry answered, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty.

Ron had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them apart and said, "She always forgets I don't like corned beef."

"Swap you for one of these," said Harry, holding up a pasty. "Go on—"

"You don't want this, it's all dry," said Ron. "She hasn't got much time," he added quickly, "you know, with five of us.

"Go on, have a pasty. Both of you," insisted Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron and (Y/n), eating their way through all of Harry's pastries, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).

"What are these?" Harry asked Ron, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. "They're not really frogs, are they?" He was starting to feel that nothing would surprise him. (Y/n) grinned.

"No," said Ron. "But see what the card is. I'm missing Agrippa."

"What?"

"Oh, of course, you wouldn't know— Chocolate Frogs have cards inside them, you know, to collect— famous witches and wizards. I've got about five hundred, but I haven't got Agrippa or Ptolemy."

Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man's face. He wore half-moon glasses, had a long, crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and moustache. Underneath his picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.

"So this is Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed.

"Don't tell me you'd never heard of Dumbledore!" said Ron. "Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa— thanks—"

Harry turned over his card and read:

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS.
Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times,
Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the
Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the
twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy
with his partner, Nicolas Flamel, Professor Dumbledore
enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.