The smell of smoke drifts past my nose. I look upon the huge red train in front of me. The Hogwarts Express. This is the train I've been boarding every year since 1991. Every year I sit in a compartment just waiting to get back to my true home. I look around spotting a boy with brown hair. Standing awkwardly alone. Neville
I run to him as he turns to me. I drop my bags as I wrap my arms around him. He returns the hug as he says "So Justin's bet was wrong". I unwrap my arms only to softly punch his arm. " Shut up" I say. "So summer with the Malfoys?" Neville questions me. I glance over at Draco and his father. Their silver hair shining in the sun. Should I tell him? About me and Draco. Or my brother becoming a deatheater Would he ever talk to me again? Neville is a subject of the majority of Draco's pranks and jokes.
"It was boring" I say shrugging it off. "I don't believe that for a single minute" I hear a voice from behind me. I turn around and see I'm staring straight up at Fred and George Weasley. Damn those two they're always together. You rarely see them apart. "Still think I'm a deatheater?" I say turning around with my arms crossed. Both of them grab me by the shoulders turning me back around. "Of course." Fred says sarcastically. "I bet you have a huge dark mark right under you sleeve" George adds. I laugh as I pick back up my bags. Feeling a bit sorry for Artemis. I try to be nice to the poor owl but she's a bit annoying. She's pretty though. She's got beautiful shiny brown feathers. As soon as I've settled down in my compartment I take out my drawing pad. "Merlin's beard Charlotte do you ever stop drawing?" Neville asks flipping through the drawings.
After a while the train started to move. Soon The Hogwarts Express was gliding along e tracks of the country side. "I wish I could have gone to the quidditch world cup" Neville says staring out of the window. "Well the game was good but I can't say the same of almost getting murdered" I say not even looking up from my drawing. "What?" Neville asks. "Yeah the deatheaters turned up." "You're saying that like it was normal" Neville says in shock. I look up from my drawing as the door opens. "Anything from the trolley?" She asks in a happy voice. "No thank you" I say. She nods as she pushes back the door of the compartment.
"Did I tell you that Dumbledore asked me to write a song?" I ask Neville. "What? What's it about? Why you?" Neville asks. "Well its about the history of Hogwarts and I have no bloody idea why he asked me" "The history of Hogwarts?" Neville says perplexed. "Here" I say handing over a piece of paper. His eyes scan over it quickly. "Its only a quick draft" I say. " Its really good." He says handing it back over to me. I was about to speak when the compartment door opened once again.I turn with the piece of paper still in my hand.Draco,Crabbe,Goyle ."What's that Longbottom? A love poem?" Draco asks leaning against the compartment door frame. "Oh what do you want?" I asks through my teeth.
"You left this at my house" Draco says holding out a Gryffindor scarf. I grab it from him quickly. Draco continues to just look at me. "You can go" I say after sighing. He looks at Neville before facing back to me and offering me a wink. I roll my eyes as Draco and his gang leave. "What was that about?" Neville asks "What?" "The wink? Are you sure summer with Malfoys was all that boring?" "Neville Longbottom I will kill you"
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