Cursed Child | H.P. {Discontinued}

Chapter 2

"Oh, er, sorry," said the short boy, and Harry shoved him away, before sliding open the compartment door and sitting down next to Pansy. Draco sat across from them after shutting the door again, and he looked at the door with a confused and surprised look on his pale features. 

Harry snapped his head toward the door immediately as it slid open, and a Ron Weasley's younger, and only sister, stood there with a piece of rolled up parchment in her hand. Her ginger hair cascaded down her shoulders in black in waves of flame, and she glared at him with a fierce look in her warm blue eyes.

"Professor Slughorn told me to give this to Harry Potter," she said, her tone soft yet icy at the same time. Harry got up and snatched it, not looking at her, but turning to Pansy and Draco instead again once he sat back down. 

"Hah, I got invited to Slughorn's compartment," he smirked, rolling the parchment back up and stuffing it into his back pocket. 

"Of course you have," Pansy said, smirking as well when Harry stood up, and walked over to the compartment door. "I heard he was also in Slytherin." 

"Well, Draco, Pansy," he said and slid it open. "I'll see you later, if I have the chance." And he walked out, sliding the door shut again and making his way to compartment C. . . 

"Ah, Harry, m'boy!" Slughorn boomed when Harry entered the compartment, which also had about 4 other kids. 1 Ravenclaw, and 3 Gryffindors. He sat down in the corner, where his face was shadowed so he looked more ominous then ever. 

"So, let's all introduce ourselves, shall we?" said Slughorn, looking around at everyone with a grin plastered on his round face. "Let's start with you, Miss Weasley." This caught Harry's attention, and he looked at her, suppressing laughter. 

How did she get in here? What's so special about her? He thought to himself, barely paying attention to what she said. 

"Er - well - I'm Ginny Weasley," she said, her voice unsure and she sat back again. A girl next to her, who was wearing Ravenclaw robes, seemed hesitant as she spoke.

"I'm Adriana Clearwater," she said, and her voice was quiet. Harry smirked, judging by her last name that she was Penelope Clearwater's younger sister. 

"I'm Cormac McLaggen," said a tall, blonde Gryffindor. His voice was confident, which Harry thought was amusing since he saw how badly McLaggen had played last years Quidditch match, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. 

Slughorn turned to Harry now, positively beaming at him, but Harry did not move. 

"I'm Harry Potter, obviously. You'd be the opposite of brilliant if you didn't know that," said Harry, ice lacing his words as usual, and the only part of his face that you could clearly see were his blue eyes, which showed no sign of friendliness. 

"I'm - Hermione Granger," said the girl with dirty blonde hair, and she glanced around at everybody except Harry nervously. 

She's scared of me, the Mudblood. Harry thought. But of course, everybody is, really. Except that little Weasel girl. 

"Excellent! Now, Mr. Potter here has a famous history, don't you, boy? Why don't you tell us about it a little," Slughorn boomed again, looking at Harry again. Harry let out a sigh, and moved so his face didn't look anymore eerie than it already was. 

His cheeks had been hollowed out a bit, so he didn't look that healthy. His skin was pale, and he was unusually thin for a 16 year old boy.
"My parents were murdered by Tom Riddle, or Lord Voldemort, because they tried to protect me because Tom saw me as competition for power," he said lazily. "And you should now that Salazar Slytherin is apparently related to me." Everyone had shuddered at the part where Harry mentioned he was a relative of Salazar Slytherin (I know he actually isn't, but this is just to make things more juicier for the fanfic. So don't go correcting me, okay?), everyone except Ginny Weasley. 

"Eerie indeed, Harry. Oh! Look at the time, you must get going! We should be arriving shortly," exclaimed Slughorn with great surprise, and Harry rose to his feet in an instant at these words. He would be glad to get away from these people. Especially the Weaselette. He had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach when he was around her, which was quite rare. 

Harry slipped out of the compartment, and headed toward the front of the train quickly, wanting to get off this train already. He sped into his compartment, shutting the door with a soft thud and grabbing his Slytherin robes from his bag, and putting them on at lightning speed. 

"Harry, are you alright?" Draco asked, looking at Harry with his eyebrows raised. He sat down next to Pansy again, who was already in her robes like Draco, and leaned his head back. 

"They invited that little Weasel girl, and her Mudblood friend! I mean, what is so special about her?" he exclaimed. Pansy ran a hand through his brunette hair, her one of her eyebrows raised. 

"What do you think is special about her?" Pansy teased, smiling. She always liked to tease the boys about girls, though didn't seem to appreciate it when Draco would hang out with other girls in Slytherin. 

"Nothing," he snapped, though he felt a warmth creeping up his neck for the first time in a while. "I wouldn't find anything special about a Weasley." 

Pansy just shook her head and got up, grabbing their bags when the train slowed to a stop. Harry slung his bag over his shoulder, and was out of the compartment before they could even could swing their bags over their shoulders. 

He shoved some nervous-looking second and first years harshly, some letting out cry's of protest, some just staying silent since they knew he was Harry Potter. He shoved a girl out of the way, and ignored her as she called out, "Hey, Potter! Watch out where you're going!" 

He recognized the voice as Ginny Weasley's and he walked even faster. Harry pushed open the castle doors, only to find Snape waiting for him. . .