Among The Great Fight [ON HOLD]

Chapter Three- The Express

I looked around seeing a big red train with black puffy smoke coming from the engine. I pushed threw the large groups of crowds. I noticed carriages already filled up only leaving a few left. I also saw kids hugging their families and laughing while saying goodbye.

I gripped my bags tighter as I was alone. My mother just simply nudge me off telling Anna to hand me my stuff and get me to the gate 9 and 3/4. My father didn't even come downstairs to say goodbye. He told my mother to tell me to befriend the true bloods.

I knew what he meant. Ever since I asked my mother who the Malfoy's were, they never lived that moment down.

The Malfoy's?" The snobby women asked. I nod my head. "You're asking such ridiculous questions Eliza." She snapped. My eyes flinched with a shade of fear. "You know darn well that we are great friends and co-workers with them." My cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. I smiled faintly. "Sorry." I mumbled, my head bowed down to my feet.

The blonde women jut stared at me, along with the tiny wrinkles near her eyes. She almost seemed to study me like a biologist studying a new creature.

When I was sure she was going to yell at me for something I, myself wasn't sure of, she surprised me when she called in Anna.

She rung in a tiny gold bell- a bell that looked like it would be in Santa sled. "Anna." She repeated over and over again until a figure with a worry expression rushed in the room.

She stopped ringing the bell and turned to Anna, looking like she was some sort of disappointment. "Anna, would you care to pack Eliza bags?" Anna, wearing a black and white dress with a lace flower at the end of the sleeves, nodded slowly while walking out of the room.

The women with the dark shade of green dress turned to me still studying me. Only speaking when she noticed I was staring down at my feet.

I snapped back when hearing a loud horn. I quickly jumped back but noticed it was only a warning. With that I rushed to put my heavy load of bags away.

As I got on the train, all the compartments were filled except one by the very back of the train which had two boys sitting in there.

There was one who had dark hair, glasses and a very strange looking scar that looked like a lighting bolt. While the other had ginger hair and green eyes.They both looked to be about my age sitting there exchanging names.

I crept into the compartment which alerted both boys. I glanced at them asking if I could sit here.

"Of course! Hi I'm Ron." The ginger head said. I smiled faintly. The dark haired boy just sat there faintly smiling as well. "The compartments are full aren't they?" He asked. I nodded my head.

We all exchanged names and I found out that the dark hair boy was named Harry Potter. I also found out that he was famous for surviving an attack that was made to kill him. Which, in the end, left his parents dead and him living with his muggle aunt, uncle and cousin, who in Harry's opinion, are horrible.

Ron I found out comes from a large family named the Weasley's. He is the second youngest and has large expectations to follow as his older brothers already accomplished most of them already. I could tell by the paper bag in his lap that he didn't come from a rich wizard family.

As Harry and Ron were finishing talking about Ron's grey fat rat, and nearly telling us he's poor, Harry surprised me when he told he had to wear Dudley's, his cousin, old clothes.

I just sat there quietly listening to what they were saying. I had no clue how to react to this. Should I pat them on the back? Should I not say anything?