Half-Blood

Chapter Two

This is on the Hogwarts Express, on their way to their fourth year of Hogwarts.

3rd Person POV

 The rain became heavier and heavier as the train moved farther north. The sky was so dark and the windows so steamy that the lanterns were lit by midday. The lunch trolley came rattling along the corridor, and Harry bought a large stack of Cauldron Cakes for them to share.

Several of their friends looked in on them as the afternoon progressed, Ginny and Neville Longbottom, a round-faced, extremely forgetful boy who had been brought up by his formidable witch of a grandmother. After half an hour or so, Hermione, growing tired of the endless Quidditch talk, buried herself once more in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, and started trying to learn a Summoning Charm.

Neville listened jealously to the others' conversation as they relived the Cup match.

"Gran didn't want to go," he said miserably. "Wouldn't buy tickets. It sounded amazing though."

"It was," said Ron. "Look at this, Neville..."

He rummaged in his trunk up in the luggage rack and pulled out the miniature figure of Viktor Krum.

"Oh wow," said Neville enviously as Ron tipped Krum onto his pudgy hand.

"We saw him right up close, as well," said Ron. "We were in the Top Box." 

"Acio Krum!" Hermione called, but they would never know if her summoning skills would work, because a golden burst of light shot out, and the next thing they knew, they were lying on soft grass.

"This is definitely not the Hogwarts Express!" Harry said, looking around. "Where are we?"

"More importantly, who are they?" Ginny pointed out 5 kids stirring a short way away.