Finding The Way {A Harry Potter FanFiction}

Chapter 4: The Sorting Hat

Phoenix POV

“Oi! You! Blonde!” I heard someone yell over the crowd. I looked around, thinking someone was talking to me. I looked over the platform as Leo shoved our trunks into the lugdge car. He was mumbling about how his head hurt.

He had ran into the wrong wall to get into the platform. West had caught him before he hit the floor. He did get a twisted anckl though. I helped West pull him up, and I heard a group of kids laugh.

“Must be Mudbloods,” one laughed quietly. I heard lightning crack overhead as West looked over at the kid and his father. They both had pale hair, the father’s was long and fell past his shoulders, and the boys, he looked my age, was cropped, and clisked back.

“Watch your mouth Malfoy,” West snapped, pullign Leo to his feet. The man walked over to West. He looked older than West, by a few years, but West was just as tall. The man stared at Wes for a moment, looking at his green suite and bright red tie. His top hat was flattened under his arm.

“Still…Muggle at heart I see,” he drawled out slowly.

“Damnstraight,” West snapped. “Leo, Phoenix,” he said, pushing us towards out trunks.

The man quickly flicked his cane out in front of Leo, stopping him.

“Leo…” he said slowly, looking at him. I gripped his hand tightly as the man used the top of his cane, that had a silver snake on the end, to push Leo’s long, curly bangs bangs back.

“So…You’re the…other one…” he said slowly, before leaving with a flourish of his cloke. “Come Draco!” he ordered.

The pale kid, Draco, slowled as he walked past us.

“What are you lookin’ at?” Leo snapped, fixing his hair. Draco snapped his gaze forward and jogged to keep up with his father.

“Who was that?” I asked West, who was glaring after them.

“He was a year ahead of your mother. He beat me up my first day.” He said slowly. Then he cracked a grin. “Your mum knocked him out cold,” he added. I smiled.

“Sounds like something I’d do.” Leo laughed, pushing his trolly thgrough the right wall this time.

“Hey, Mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?” I listened into the red headed twins talk to there mother.

“You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know how is?” The other asked

“Who?”Their mother asked, exasperated.

“Harry Potter!” They said at the same time. Me and Leo stopped.

“Oi! Excuse me, did you just say Harry Potter?” Leo asked, dragging me over to them.

“Of cource!” One twin said.

“Skinny, scrawny boy,” he asked. “’Bout yay high?” he asked, holding his hand to his cheekbone. “Round glasses, broken in the middle?” he clarified.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” the other twin asked.

“We went to school with him!” I called over my shoulder as Leo dragged me to the train. We looked in compartments, looking for our friend.

“Harry!” I exclaimed when I saw him in a seat.

“Phoenix?” He asked, looking at us surprised.

“Harry!” Leo said happily, smiling wide.

“Phoenix?” I heard a voice say.

“Hermione!” I said happily.