Resorted

Chapter Forty-three

Exiting the compartment, Harry had an itch he couldn't scratch (metaphorically). "I'm going to use the toilet, before we go in. I'll see you in the Great Hall guys." He said and Draco nodded, giving him a short but sweet kiss.

"I love you" he told Harry and went with the others to get a carriage. This was Pansy and Hermione's first time seeing the Thestrals as they did witness the death of one Death Eater at the ministry- a lower class one to Voldemort. Gasping, the girls crept closer to each other while edging forward. Hermione, with more courage than Pansy, slowly reached a hand out to the charcoal, skeleton horse. The Thestral didn't make a noise, but bowed it's head to Hermione, stilling the movement of it's black hooves.

Every time Blaise looks at the creatures, a horrid memory flashes before his eyes. At the young age of eight, he stood by his step-dad's bed side with his mother nowhere in sight. This particular step-dad had been with him since he was three (a year after his actual dad died). Blaise thought this person was his father, despite some minor difference in appearance that Blaise assumed he got from his mother. On the dying man's death bed, he called for Blaise. "Hey, Blaise," the mans groggy voice chocked out. Immediately, Blaise rushed for the bowl of water on the side that he thought smelt weird, "No, no, that isn't water baby boy; it's poison. But don't worry about that now, just come over here." His voice turning into a mere whisper, "What you need to know, is that I am not actually your father... he died when you were two." He brought his hand to the boys hair, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, child."

"B-but you'll always be my father though." He cried out, grabbing the mans other hand. Then the man let go, reaching for the final drop of poison... Blaise can't even remember his name.

Slowly, carefully, Harry edged around people, tiptoeing to the Gryffindor cart. Seeing the nostalgic design of red and gold made Harry realise that he actually did miss being in Gryffindor. So the quiet of Slytherin is nice, he's made amazing new friends, has an incredible boyfriend, but he misses the rowdiness. Harry misses the homely atmosphere of Gryffindor and the constant energetic mood. However, he wouldn't trade going into Slytherin for anything.

Stealthily, Harry climbed up to the hand luggage section of the Gryffindor compartment. Seated in a secluded part, was none other than Ginerva Weasley, with her fifth year friends Poppy Harrison and May Summers. The two girls were sisters- half sisters- with different fathers. Poppy (the oldest) is a muggleborn while May is a half-blood.

"You excited for another year at Hogwarts?" Exclaimed Harrison, looking quickly between her sister and Ginny.
"Oh yes, this year we are meant to actually be learning about Defence, instead of reading for an entire hour." Grumbled Summers, messing with a come-back snitch she fished from her pocket. Not so careful, Harry moved making the luggage jiggle. Hopefully, none of them heard or saw.
"What about you Ginny?" Questioned Summers, snapping Ginny out of her trance. Her focus was on the railings above her, until she was jolted from her thoughts.
"Erm- what?"
Summers rolled her eyes, "I said, who do you think the new Defence Professor will be? Poppy guessed there's a probability of it being an ex-Auror. But I assumed it could be Anastasia Wright- the new up-and-coming writer."
"Yes but remember what happened the last time a writer was the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Harrison pointed out, successfully snatching the Snitch from her sister. Luckily for Ginny, the people behind them pushed their way through, quietly talking. "You guys go, I'll catch up." She said, looking directly at her luggage hiding Harry. The two girls exchanged a look of curiosity. But before they had a chance to make a decision, they were being pushed out the door by some seventh years.

Finally, Ginny was the final remaining Gryffindor in the carriage. She walked up to the door, locking it, and pulled the blind down. "Pertificus Totalus!" she directed to behind her luggage. Rapidly, it toppled over, Harry's back arching on the buckle pushing into the dent of his spine. Menacingly, Ginny approached Harry, her wand still pointed directly at him. "Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to eavesdrop Potter?" She snarled, pulling the fabric of the cloak back, "That's right, your Aunt and Uncle didn't give two shits about you." Sneered Ginny, and kicked him in the nose, breaking it (For good measure 'Ginny' told herself).