Chapter 3

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"Dear Rhyds," I wrote out loud.

Don't worry, I haven't died. I would love to say that the day at the World Cup was awesome but the ending was far from it. Gosh bro, it kills me that they could even think about torturing muggles like that. I'm not going to go into the details as you've probably already heard, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm fine. I'll be leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow!

See you at Christmas,

Nay-Nay

***

"Oh, you didn't have to, really," me and Hermione began protesting at once as Mrs. Weasley presented us with our new dress robes. I could tell they would have costed her a lot.

"It's the least I could do," she insited, walking out of the room and leaving us to pack.

***

"Mrs. Weasley, this breakfast is delicious," I said to my mother-like figure, digging into a second helping of sausages.

"Thank you, dear," she smiled while serving the twins.

"You know, it really is a wonder that you aren't fat, Addy," said Harry from beside me.

"Hark who's talking, that's your fourth helping! And never insult a girl about her weight," I directed my fork at him.

"Point taken," he backed away.

"Chew with your mouth closed Ronald. You're nearly 15, for goodness' sake," scolded Hermione opposite me.

"I've already got a mum, you know. I don't need another one," Ron grunted.

"Hurry up, you lot. We're going to miss the train at this rate!" Warned Mrs. Weasley. Soon everyone had finished and we left for the... taxi?

Apparently we were boarding muggle taxis. Brilliant. Olive, you better behave yourself- wait who was I kidding, that owl was overexcited since morning.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were jammed to the back of the taxi with our trunks and owls, and by the end of the journey we were severely scratched. It was such a releif to arrive at King's Cross.

I had entered Platform 9 3/4 many times by then so I was used to it. In order to not attract attention we had to casually lean against the wall and pretend we were talking, then slip through when no one was looking. Simple.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and I climbed aboard the Scarlet steam engine and put away our luggage, then hopped back onto the platform to wave goodbye to the Weasleys.

All through that though I couldn't help wishing for my brother to be there at the Platform, hugging me goodbye. He was training to be an Auror and was extremely busy, so I hadn't seen him in a long while. But, on the bright side, he had finally finished his auror training and bought a new flat in London. He had invited me to come over in the summet to decorate, and as he now had a job, he was appointed as my new legal guardian, so I could go and move in with him.

"Tell us what's happening at Hogwarts!" Yelled Fred, snapping me out of my daydream.

"You'll see. Ok kids, take care. Good luck. Stay out of trouble!" Called Mrs. Weasley as they train began to move. I waved one last time out of the window, then shut it to block out the cold air and leaned back into my seat watching Ron unwrap his lunch.

"Are you hungry already?" I asked in shock. "We just had breakfast!"

"Breakfast was an hour ago," reasoned Ron, taking a bite out of his sandwich. Me and Hermione exchanged equal looks of disgust, while Harry just laughed.

"What d'you suppose the big surprise is?" Asked Hermione, leaning in.

"Dunno, hope its not a troll..." shuddered Harry, remembering our incident back in first year.

"Or a warewolf," recalled Ron.

"Oh come on, the time turner was kinda cool," I admitted.

"Depends on your definition of 'cool'" said Harry.

"Cant beleive I missed it," Ron smacked his leg, annoyed.

"No, I think this is much bigger than that. Remember what Percy said? Ministry classified information," said Hermione, bringing us back to the point.

"Don't listen to Percy, He thinks the thickness of cauldrons is Ministry classified information," snorted Ron. We all burst out laughing.

"Anything from the trolly?" Came a voice as Harry and I immediately stood up and grabbed our wallets, joining the trolley witch.

"I'll have a-" Harry began.

"-Two pumpkin pasties, please," interrupted a beautiful girl with long straight black hair and dark eyes. I recognised her as Cho Chang, a 5th year from the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

Suddenly Harry went all moony eyed and froze as Cho's hand brushed his when she reached across to get her pumpkin pasties.

Cho caught Harry staring at her and smiled at him, and Harry returned a goofy grin back.

This is getting awkward.

I watched the whole scene flash by my eyes as Cho left and Harry stepped back to let me order my Chocolate Frogs.

"Aren't you getting anything?" I asked him, smirking.

"Not hungry," he muttered as we returned to our seats.

Weird.

"Harry!" Hermione snapped her fingers in his face as he ignored her for the 3rd time.

"Yeah," he returned to the present.

"Never mind..." she shook her head, leaning back.

***

"You like Cho, don't you?" I asked Harry, pulling him aside as we got down from the Hogwarts Express.

"N-no," he lied horribly.

"You're a rubbish liar, you know that?"

"I don't even know her name, though. What did you say? Cho?"

"Cho Chang, you'll know her from the Ravenclaw Quidditch team," I informed him as his eyes lit up.

"Oh yeah..."

"Let's go," I smiled, dragging him out. This year was going to be interesting.

Hey guys! I know this is a pretty short chapter but I didn't have time to write a long one.

Thanks for reading!

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