Living as a Dragon (a Harry Potter side story)

The Nature of Humans

Humans are incredibly odd. Muggles mostly of all. No flying except using clunky machines that I would never trust, even if I had to. But that's not all, in fact, if I had to list all of their oddities, it would take far too long. So instead, I will tell you what's happening now. I have just made my way to platform 9 and 3/4 and their are students absolutely everywhere. The parents giving the children some kind on embrace that I've heard is called a 'hug'. I carry my trunk over to the train and get on, I look up and down the hallway until my eyes land on an empty compartment. I go over to it and throw my trunk into it and jump in. I end up sitting there alone until the train starts moving, good, I'd like it to stay that way. I watch as the last of the students get on in a group of about six, all in greenish cloaks. They approach my compartment and throw open the door. "Out. This is ours now," commanded a tall boy with short black hair, wearing the green cloak I had seen before. "Um, why would I do that?" I answer in my most polite voice. This seems to shock them slightly. "Because I said so," said the same guy. I give him a confused look. "Do you even know who I am?". "No, not really but even if I did, I still wouldn't move," I said, almost growling whilst saying it. I noticed that the group in the compartment across from me was staring wide eyed in awe like I had just punched a troll in the face. I looked up to see that the boy had taken out his wand and was pointing it straight at me. "Now listen here kid, you may not know me, but I run this place. Anyone who goes against me deserves serious punishment and I won't hesitate," he growled. I stand up, noticing how short he was, short enough to be level with me. Even though I was quite tall for my age, the members of this gang were probably in their seventh year of Hogwarts and their leader should be taller than me. I glare an unwavering glare straight into his eyes. Most magical people, at least the ones in the dragon care-taking squad that would fight against the poachers, would call this the Dragons Stare. I've heard them say that it feels that a bucket of cold water has been poured over you and your filled with fear. I guess that was true because one of the girls in the gang cautiously spoke up,"J-jake, I think we should go find a-another compartment, it would be r-rude to kick her out". The others nodded and started to back away, my gaze, unwavering, fixed on the leader, Jake. After a moment, Jake had backed away,"y-yeah, we'll go find another one," he stuttered, finally pulling his gaze away from mine. "And don't you dare bully someone else out of their own spot, I'll know if you do," I growl. He nods and scurries off with his gang following behind. I soften my gaze and look back over to the room across from me but now the group was looking at me as if I had killed the most evil wizard on earth. They quickly looked away when they figured out that I was staring at them. Human nature is weird.