"Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full." The boy from the train station appears, his cheeks almost as red as his hair. I believe his name is Ron.
"No, not at all." Harry responds and pats the seat beside him. I just smile as a yes.
"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley." He smiles shyly and sticks his hand out to shake.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." Harry takes his hand and introduces himself. The boys eyes widen in absolute shock.
"So-so it's true?! I mean, do you really have the...the..." he stutters in disbelief seeing this celebrity in front of him.
"The what?" Asks Harry.
"The Scar...?"
"Oh, yeah." Harry smiles and moves his hair out of the way revealing a scar the shape of a lighting bolt.
"Wicked."
A trolley comes by the compartment, full of sweets. I long for some of those.
"Anything off the trolley, dears?" Asks the woman nicely.
"No, thanks, I'm all set." He gives a cheeky grin. I laugh at the boy. "We'll take the lot!" Harry says pulling out a handful of, what I learned were called, galleons.
"Whoa!" Ron and I say in unison.
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"Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?" I ask, inspecting a box filled with, what looks like, regular jellybeans.
"They mean every flavour! There's chocolate and peppermint, and there's also spinach, liver and tripe. George sweared he got a bogey-flavoured one once!" I make a face, showing how disgusted I am.
Harry quickly takes the bean he was chewing out of his mouth.
"Well, I'm gonna go vomit." I get up and head to the bathroom, just before ramming into someone, and falling to the ground.
"Oh sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going an-and-" I stutter, the person chuckles coldly. I look up to see a boy with almost white, slicked back hair.
"Well, then maybe you should next time." He holds out his hand to help me get up. I take it and he hoists me up.
"Now get out of my way." He walks past me, purposely hitting my shoulder with his. "Rude." I don't feel sick anymore, so I head back to the compartment.
"Well, you can't expect him to run around all day, can you?"
"What did I miss?"
"Nothing really. This is Scabbers, by the way, pathetic, isn't he?" Ron holds up a plump garden rat with black beady eyes.
"Just a little bit." Harry agrees.
"Not as pathetic as the mice in the orphanage. They had to resort to eating clothes because of how little food they had. Although, I am most sure they got more food than me." I say with a chuckle, gesturing to my tiny body. Normally when I talk about my past, I usually try to add light to the conversation, so it's not so depressing.
"Orphanage?" Ron asks. I sigh.
"Before this, I was in an orphanage for as long as I could remember. I would only get one meal a week, consisting of stale bread and murky water. I would get beat day after day, sometimes even... even... just... terrible, evil, vile, disgusting things. It was unimaginable. Things someone my age shouldn't have to experience." I'm sure you know what I mean. I gulped nervously, then continued, my voice shaky as I talk.
"I had no friends. One time, I was so mad at some girls for stealing my goldfish- and mind you... don't. Ever. Touch. My. Goldfish.- that I cut their hair as they slept. Quite funny actually." I explained. "The aftermath that came wasn't very funny though."
"Goldfish?" Ron asks, I answer.
"Muggle food."
"Oh"
"Yeah... I have this necklace. I've had it forever." I show them the necklace (picture at the top) and start fidgeting with it. "I like to believe it's from my parents... but, I have little hope. Anyways."
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BLUEBIRD; Draco Malfoy
Hayran Kurgu*SLOWBURN* "The thing about love... is that it is found in the strangest places. Places you'd least expect. People you'd least expect. Love is the food of life. And, those without it cannot truly live." In which a girl falls in love with the person...
