Second Chance at Saving Them {Harry Potter}

Re-Meeting and Sorting

Hey guys, so sorry about not updating, I've had things to do, and just needed a break. But, I am updating now, so yeah! Anyway, onto the lyrics, then the story!

"I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus/This is it, the apocalypse"

Answer: Radioactive
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"Is it true?" Draco asked. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

Harry internally groaned, Draco really was insufferable at this age. At any age before eighteen, really. But he wanted to avoid a seven year rivalry with an eleven year-old. So he simply smiled,

"Yeah, I am. And you are?"

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He then seemed to realize Ron and Hermione were sitting there, and eager to show off his superiority, started insulting them, "No need to ask who he is, he must be a Weasley. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." Ron scowled, but Harry simply smiled,

"I wouldn't put to much stock in money Draco. Money can become worthless in a minute, but family stays with you forever." Unless they get sent to Azkaban for torture, conspiracy, and murder. He added in his mind. Draco scowled,

"I guess she must be a Mudblood then, my father also told me the Weasleys are a bunch of blood-traitors." He said, trying to gain some ground against them. Ron nearly jumped from his seat, but Hermione pulled him down, preventing Ron from knocking him out. Harry snorted, though he too was struggling to keep his cool,

"Did your father also tell you that blood status means absolutely nothing to anyone except you pure-bloods obsessed with it, which, really, is such a small percent of the wizarding population." Even though he wanted to avoid a rivalry, he in no way wanted to be friends with this Draco. Plus, he needed Draco to leave.

At this Draco scowled and stalked off, with Crabbe and Goyle following him.

"Well, I would say we're already on the right path. At least Goyle didn't leave with bite marks this time. Speaking of which, you still have him, right? Because I want to turn him in as soon as possible, to avoid any chance of his escape." Ron nodded, and grabbed Scabbers's cage from the top rack,

"Hopefully the house elves don't try to open the cage."

"It's a shame that we rely on house elves for everything. A little labor never killed anyone." Hermione couldn't help but say, even if she had accepted the reality of the situation.

"Hermione, we've been over this, they don't mind it and they do it by magic anyway, plus, they're better off here than with the Malfoys. Especially since Dumbledore's the one in charge."

"I know, but still. Perhaps you should put a note on the cage, asking them not to open the cage. Nicely Ronald." Hermione said, Ron sighed but complied, making it a command, but a nice command.

Finally, they arrived at Hogsmeade station and climbed into a boat after saying hi to Hagrid. Neville soon joined them in the boat, still holding tightly onto Trevor. By the time they got to the Great Hall entryway, everyone, even the trio, was nervous, although the trio was more nervous about the sorting hat seeing their past memories and telling Dumbledore, and less about the actual sorting, they already knew where they were going to end up, no matter what.

In no time at all, they were in the Great Hall, everyone was sorted the same as they were the first time around, then it came to Hermione, who, after several minutes, was sorted into Gryffindor. On the way to the table, she gave Ron and Harry a thumbs up, and soon, it was Harry's turn once more.