Voldemort's Hidden Gem

Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I don't own what J.K. Rowling came up with just the stuff I thought of by myself.
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"I'm Harry Potter." The boy says quietly while staring at me. His hair is messy and I can't tell if it's because he had his head pressed against the window or if it's naturally like that, he also has broken glasses barely able to valence on the bridge of his nose, and incredibly bright green eyes.

Immediately I recognize his name. Who wouldn't? I can practically feel my eyes popping from shock. "Harry Potter like 'the boy who lived' Harry Potter?" I'm not even sure that was English, but who cares.

Shrinking like a bug under a microscope he nods once. He looks uncomfortable, maybe he doesn't enjoy having everyone know who he is. "Yeah... uh that's me."

Grinning I hold out my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Harry." After a moment he grasps my hand in his and we shake. I think I've made a friend. Twisting myself towards the other boy, Ronald I believe his siblings called him, I start talking to him. "Is your name really Ronald?  'Cause it wouldn't surprise me if those two were lying."

Apparently not anticipating me to actually speak to him he sits there staring at me like a fool.  I wait a few seconds for him to respond then I talk again.  "Are you part troll?"

That seems to pull him out of his trance.  Rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment he averts his gaze to the floor before talking.  "Yeah, my name is Ronald, but my friends call me Ron.  Sorry 'bout that I uh got distracted- yeah distracted that's what happened."  He then lapses into another silence while his ears steadily turn to a deep shade of pink. 

Distracted by my face... boys are stupid. 

He didn't answer my last question, but I can understand why he wouldn't admit to being part idiot, even if it's true.  Unsure of what else to say I just tap my fingers against my thigh thinking.  "Do you really have a scar?"  I suddenly blurt why staring at Harry.

Ron snorts and Harry chuckles.  "Yeah."  He says before brushing aside his unruly bangs revealing a thin lightning shaped scar. 

"Wicked."  I mumble while feeling embarrassed for asking that question. 

In response he just grins and I can tell we'll be good friends.

"Anything from the trolley dears?"  An older witch with short, tangled grey hair says suddenly.  Through the small doorway a fraction of a large trolley stocked with treats is partially visible.

Ron eyes the sweets hungrily, but sags back against the seat before responding.  "No thanks, I'm all set."  He informs her while digging a lumpy sandwich out of his pocket.

Harry, on the other hand, appears to be intrigued by the assortment of goods.  Excited he hops off his seat and rushes to the hallway to purchase some sweets. 

Rolling my eyes at his eagerness I just steal his seat near the window and enjoy the view of a large field filled with tall sunflowers.  I can feel Ron's eyes on me, but I ignore him. 

Moments later Harry returns with every sort of sweet imaginable piled in his arms.  Grinning broadly he dumps the bundle on the seat between him and Ron. 

"What'd you do?  Buy the entire trolley?"  I ask while laughing at the mound.

"Not the entire trolley, just most."  He replies shrugging.  "Go ahead, dig in!"