Random adventures of Sophie the Strange!

Hey, Harry Potter. part 3

    The train arrived at its destination, and we left with the rest of the students. I was exited as a kid on Christmas and Dean grabbed my shirt tail just so he wouldn't lose me.

   "First Years to the boats, Everyone Else to the Carriges!" A giant of a man with a black beard was yelling directions, towering over students. It's Hagrid!

   "Oh my GreenLantern! It's Hagrid!" I exclaimed Dean. I tried to go with the First Years to try and meet him, but Dean, remembering my words, rolled his eyes and dragged me into the crowd of older students by the back of my shirt, making me look like an impatient toddler denied her toy. Eventually I gave up, and took lead toward the Carriges. Dean stopped me though, as soon as they came into sight.

    "Wha- Sophie, what are those?" Dean asked warily, staring at the front of the Carriges. I looked where he was looking, I saw beautiful 'death steeds' as I like to call them, but assumed Dean was joking. I hope he was joking.

    "There's nothing there, Dean. Quit worrying." I said patronizingly. He glared at me.

    "Yes, there is," he insisted, pointing. "They're like black ugly horse-bird-bat things." Then I remembered, Dean has been through a lot.

    "Oh Dean." I said, suddenly sad. "They're very kind creatures, seriously misunderstood. They won't hurt you, they just pull the carriage." His eyes lit up.

    "You see them too?" He asked hopefully.

    "Yes," I replied quietly. "Only those who have witnessed death can see them." I wringed my hands, remembering why I could see them. He nodded, understanding,  but then stared at me, confused, then sympathetic.

    "I'm so sorry." He said, remembering how I came to live with them. My house had burned down in HellFire, and I watched my parents burn. Thank God my brother, James, wasn't home. I couldn't save them, I should have been able to save them. It was about a week or two after that we found the Bunker. Dwan enveloped me in a hug, and I sniffles against his chest. After a minute I pulled away and wiped my eyes.

    "We should get on one before there are none left." I stated, turning back toward the line.

    "Too late for that, Soph." Dean stated the obvious, there were six to a carriage and almost all were full. In the back I saw the very last carriage had only four figures and tugged Dean towards that one.

   "C'mon." We walked toward it and when we got there Dean hopped the two foot gap easily, forgetting we're not all giants. I stared at the gap, trying to psych my little 5'1" self up. I almost sobbed with relief when a boy, who was not Dean by the way, came down from the carriage to help. I hope. He was tall, but not Dean tall, and sinewy, all lean muscle but still looking thinish, a bit awkward really. He had Sandy blond hair and nut brown eyes, with wire rimmed glasses. He took my hand and bowed over it, kissing the back of my fingertips. I smiled at the cuteness of the gesture.

   "My name is Remus, and I beg such a pretty lady to allow me to help her to her seat." I giggled and was about to answer when a deeper voice called from the carrier car. Oh, God it the Mauraders. Stay cool, you don't know them, you don't know all about them and their lives and their children's lives and what they like to do and what they like to eat......

   "Oh, shove it Moony. You and your stupid grasshopper legs. Always beating me to the punch." Another boy said, jumping down stylishly. He had jet black hair and eyes to match, a seemingly permanent smug look marring his handsome features. He walked toward me with a swagger and did a mocking version of Remus' bow and a yanked my hand back as soon as I felt tounge. He winked at me and I gave him Sam's sass face.