Pure-Blood Potter

An Interesting Train Journey

A/N this is a really short chapter. Sorry

I was standing at Kings Cross Station with Pansy. We were waiting for Draco and his family. They soon appeared and we walked off to find a compartment.

"Hey guys! Guess who's coming to Hogwarts this year?"  I said as I walked into the compartment.

"Hmm. Is it, Dumbledore's granddaughter?" Blaise said jokingly.

"No. I am, and I'm taking over Draco's spot as seeker." Draco looked shocked at this.

"Oh come one, you and me both knew this would happen. Admit it, you make a better beater."

"Fine, at least I can still play the game. But you owe me." He said smirking as he put his arm around my shoulders. I said nothing as I lean against his chest with my legs across Adrian's lap. Basically, I was sprawled out across the entire seat. All of a sudden, the train got cold and I felt major depression wash over me, despite Draco being right next to me. The door slid open and a ghostly figure came in. I immediately recognised it as a dementor. I stood up, taking wand out and yelling the two words I thought I would never have the need to say after learning it in my second year at Durmstrang.

"Expecto Patronum!" A smaller version of the Basilisk in the chamber slithered towards it, ultimately chasing it away. I sat back down across Draco and Adrian, completely exhausted.

"Where the hell did you learn to do that? And what the hell was that thing?" Draco asked, worried.

"That was a dementor. And I learned the patronus charm at Durmstrang. In order to cast a corporeal patronus like I just did, you need a very happy memory in your mind."

"What was your memory?" Adrian asked.

"When we all met each other. It was the happiest day of my life, I didn't really have any other friends." I answered. I looked out the door and saw a strange man walk past but thought nothing of it and walked back in closing the door and shutting the blinds. The compartment door slid open and, as the blinds were closed I don't think they saw who was in here, Potter, Granger and Weasley walked in.

"Do you think we could- oh. It's you lot. Well, we'll just be leaving then." Potter said, turning to walk out. I remembered what mum told me to do as soon as I him.

"Wait. Potter. Mum told me to tell you that you're mine and Pansy's half-brother. You see, before your parents got married, you grandmother wanted at least one pure-blood child. Some stuff went down between our parents and then Pansy and I were born. Yeah I've known for a few years now. But yeah so you're my basically my brother. Which sucks for me but oh well. It doesn't really make a difference, it just gets it off of my chest. One less thing to worry about, it will be a rough year what with Sirius, your god father, having broken out of Azkaban Prison and my shapeshifting when I'm feeling a strong feeling I can't control. Anyway, I suppose I'd better get into my robes I expect we'll be arriving soon." I said standing up, lifting my feet off of Adrian and getting off Draco's chest. Ron leant towards Hermione and whispered to her.

"Sounds like you when we were in first year and you came in asking if we'd seen Neville's toad and you fixed Harry's glasses with a spell I can't even remember what it was."

"Well, Weasley, if she was repairing his glasses it would have been Oculus Repairo. Could you move? You're in my way." 

"How the bloody hell did you manage to hear us?"

"I can shapeshift so I have the same senses as some of the animals for example, a wolf has heightened hearing so I do as well. Now, I'm done asking politely, get the hell out of my way before I hex you." Granger and Weasley moved, out of fear no doubt.

After I got back to where everyone was sitting, the train came to a slow stop until we came to a halt. We got off and then I saw the same man that was in my vision I had a few years back.

"Firs'-years!  Firs'-years over here!" he looked at a piece of parchment in his hand and looked back up.

"And Sylvia Parkinson!" I looked at my friends, gave Draco a kiss, said I'd see them in the great hall and walked off, following the half- giant towards a fleet of little boats.