Beauty and the Beast (Remus Lupin)

39.

"Where's Harry?" Rose asked as she, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny got onto the Hogwarts express.

"I think he's talking to Mr. Weasley." Hermione said.

Smoke started to gaze upon the window, "well he's got to hurry. The trains about to leave." Ron said.

Then Harry ran onto the train with his bag, "we should hurry up and get a compartment just in case."

"We can't, Ron and I have prefect duty." Hermione said.

"You two are prefects?" Rose asked.

"Yeah, last year we got the letter...You didn't know?" Ron asked.

"No..." Rose said.

Rose never wanted to be a prefect. She just felt more left out because she didn't know. Which made her feel awful.

"Well, come on Harry." Rose said.

"Ginny? Are you coming?" Harry asked.

"Uh...no, I'm going to go see Dean." Ginny smiled before leaving.

As Rose and Harry walked down the aisle peaking through compartments to see which ones were empty, they noticed a whole bunch of first years eyeing Harry down through their compartment windows.

One had about four or five trying to get a good look at him. Rose got annoyed and banged on the window causing some to fall off the bench.

"Thanks." Harry said.

"It gives them something else to look at." Rose said.

"Harry! Rose!" Neville called out from behind.

The two looked around to find him with Luna, "Hello, Neville. Hello, Luna." Rose smiled.

Neville blushed, "are you two looking for a compartment as well?"

"Yes, have you found one?" Harry asked.

"No, we were hoping you would've gotten one."

Rose looked over to the one next to a few Hufflepuffs and it was empty, "come on, I've found one." They went in and put their luggage up.

Harry and Rose sat together with Luna and Neville siting across.

"Look, I've got a new wand." Neville showed them the wand.

"A new one? How come?" Rose asked.

"Some Death Eater took it..." Neville frowned.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I needed a new one anyways. This way, gran had no other choice but to buy me one."

"Strange how it works, isn't it?" Luna asked peering over the Quibbler.

Harry and Neville shared a look.

"It really is." Rose smiled.

The door slid open with a bunch of fourth year girls laughing and giggling, "you ask him..." one said.

"No, you do it." said the other.

"Hey, Harry." One girl walked in, "We thought maybe you could share our compartment with us. So you know...you could get away from people like this."

"I'm sorry, what?" Rose stood up and clearly towered over the girl, "people like this? Please do explain."

"Well...We're normal witches..."

"Normal is boring. It's nothing to brag about. So unless you're going to whip out a comb for your hair, I suggest you don't talk about us."

"You can't even tell us what to do."