As Harry settled into a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, his eyes scanned the bustling train filled with eager students. Suddenly, his attention was captured by a girl with injuries—her arm in a cast and sling, her ankle in a brace, and crutches aiding her movement. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy and curiosity.
Curiously, Harry approached the compartment where the girl sat alone with her bag by her side. Knocking lightly on the door, he greeted her kindly. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
The girl looked up, surprised to be addressed. She shook her head and smiled warmly. "No, please, have a seat. My name is Hermione. What's yours?"
Harry's eyes widened in recognition as he realized who she was. "Oh, you're Hermione, the girl with the injuries! I'm Harry. It's nice to meet you, Hermione. What happened to you?"
