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ยท โ€ข โ€”โ€“ ู  โœค ู  โ€”โ€“ โ€ข ยท

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"

Taylor West stormed over to the platinum blonde boy who was currently standing in front of the compartment that seated Harry Potter and his posse.

She's about had enough with his behavior and is extremely disappointed in how Draco treats Harry; she doesn't understand where his etiquette even comes from. he's always such a sweetheart when it's just the two of them, Blaise, and Theo.

She grabbed her friend by the ear; dragging him away from the golden trio. Draco winced in pain, writhing under her tight grip. "Merlins beard, will you leave the bloody boy alone for at least five minutes?!"

"OUCH! Merlins beard, will you let go?!"

Upon his request, the brunette gripped even tighter - refusing to give in. Draco inhaled sharply and tried to free himself from Taylor's death grip, only resulting in failure. you best believe she didn't let go until she reached her own compartment all the way down the train's hallway. two other boys awaited their arrival - Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini.

She slid the door open and threw the boy inside. "It's like you're obsessed with him or something."

Draco's eyes widened. "WITH POTTY?" he paused to rub his ear; trying to relieve the pain. You could tell he was quite flustered. Blaise and Theo were trying to hold in their laughter, yet they weren't doing a very good job. "I am not obsessed with him! I literally despise him - you of all people should know that!"

The brunette raised an eyebrow at him. "Mhm"

The two other boys burst into a fit of laughter - in which they've been *trying* to hold in for the past few minutes. Taylor couldn't help but join them and let out a few small laughs of her own.

"What's so funny?"

Theo tried to contain his laughter in order to speak - but it didn't exactly work. in between laughs, he managed to get a few words out: "you... you have an obsession with... POTTER!" he immediately resumed his laughing fit once more.

The platinum blonde clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes. "You're all bloody ridiculous, you know that?" a small smirk appearing onto his face.

"Oh, we know." Taylor returned with a wink

Draco continued to massage his ear; still in pain from the prior death grip he was under.

"She really got you, didn't she?" Blaise spoke up, noticing the blondes actions.

Draco scoffed. "Who knew someone so small could be so strong-"

"Don't underestimate my strength, Dragon Boy." a smug look was etched across Taylors face as she stood up and headed towards the compartment door. "I'll be back in a second..."

Before any of the boys had a chance to question her, she closed the door and walked down the hall to wear she first caught Draco. She reached the compartment which seated a few Gryffindors and slid the door open.

"When is this train going to start moving?"

"Ron, its not even 11:00 yet!" Harry heard the compartment door slide open and turned his head. "Hey, Taylor" He greeted the girl as she stepped inside. She nodded in return.

The ginger - who's face is currently pressed against the train window - turned around to face the brunette. "Thanks for taking care of that git for us."

"Yeah, hope he didn't bother you too much this time" She rolled her eyes; she knows all kinds ridiculous remarks and comments he makes when around Harry (and isn't too fond of them).

"It was nothing we're not used to" Quinn Berry said to the girl.

Quinn happened to be there due to the similar experience they shared at the Quidditch World Cup; The golden trio and their upperclassman were no doubt talking about the man in the trench coat and who it might be. Of course, the golden trio was set on finding out who that mysterious man is and why he conjured the dark mark.ย 

Hermione glanced down at the newspaper in her hand, scanning the front page. "This is horrible. How can the Ministry not know who cast it?" she looked at each one of her friends in the compartment and back down to the paper. "Wasn't there any security or-"

"Loads of it, according to Dad." Ron interrupted, his mouth full of food which he managed to fit into his pocket.

"I swear, what kind of ministry do we have?! I can't believe they missed this, it happened right under their noses." Taylor stated, fully aware of the situation due to the incident being all over the papers.

"Bloody hell, if only I saw his face!" Quinn exclaimed - clearly beating herself up about it.

Before the conversation could continue, the trolly lady's cries became more and more audible until she reached the compartment. "Anything from the trolly, dears?"

"Oh, I promised Theo i'd get him Fizzing Whizbees..." Taylor reminded herself, standing up and walking up to the trolly. Only Merlin knows how Theo would react if Taylor had forgotten his candy... Harry followed her and stood behind his Slytherin friend, awaiting his turn while examining the sweets on display.

"Two licorice wands, please."

Harry's gaze shifted up in front of him at the sound of a familiar voice. There stood River Crouch, a rather introverted Slytherin who is always striving to outdo her fellow classmates. his gaze lingered on the girl a few moments before she spoke up.

"What are you staring at, Potter?" she asked, raising an eyebrow - a small amused smile was barely visible on her face as she awaited for a response. Taylor couldn't help but snort at River's comment, earning a smile from the girl.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Nice to see you too, River."

Standing right beside River was Melody Travers - a bubbly and opinionated Ravenclaw - who decided to speak to her friend, preventing the Slytherin from replying to Harry. "je pense qu'il vous aime..." a smirk crept up on Melody's face.

These two are quite the team indeed; with River being fluent in both English and French, she had taught her friend some French as well so that the both of them could talk whenever and wherever about anything they wanted - without being understood, of course.

River rolled her eyes and lightly shoved the Ravenclaw girl standing beside her. "oh s'il te plait, ce n'est pas vrai!"

She took the two licorice wands from the Trolly Lad's hands in exchange for a few sickles. She handed one to Melody without making eye contact, still obviously annoyed at the girl. She turned on her heel and walked down the hall, expecting the blonde Ravenclaw to follow.

"Byeee Harryyy!" Melody sing-songed with a knowing look on her face before running off to follow River.

Harry was quite confused; you could read the bewilderment all over his face. As Taylor finished up paying for Theo's extremely large bag of Fizzing Whizzbees, she faced Harry and shook her head while letting out a light laugh. While smirking, she gave the boy two quick pats on the head before walking away towards her own compartment - leaving Harry with his confusion growing by the second.

"Do you want a sweet, dear?" the old woman politely asked the boy who lived.

Harry was still processing - although not quite comprehending - the conversation that had just occurred - so without his full attention, he responded to the woman. "No, no. I'm not hungry."

And with that, He returned to his compartment to continue the splendid talk about the Ministry of Magic.

~~~

ยท โ€ข โ€”โ€“ ู  โœค ู  โ€”โ€“ โ€ข ยท

"Will you hurry up, Berlin? We're about to miss the train!"

Erik Harrison ran through the Kings Cross Station lot with his Hogwarts Cart in his hands. He dodged people around him, in a hurry to get to Platform 9 3/4; the platform that can take him home. Berlin Waters trailed behind him - pretty far behind him - as he too was eager to get to the platform in time.

The two fifth years moved pretty quickly and were navigating through the Train Station smoothly before a sudden crash sounded. Erik stopped in his tracks, having a feeling he knew what the source of that crash was. The Slytherin took an impatient sigh and turned around, only to find his Hufflepuff friend on the ground - along with all his belongings.

"Holy shit, Berlin," Erik said highly amused. He walked over to his friend at a quick pace and helped the boy up. He let out a laugh before telling Berlin, "You do realize the train leaves in exactly 5 minutes, right? this isn't exactly the best time to fall." Erik smirked to himself at his friends offended facial expression while helping Berlin pick up all his belongings.

"I can't control it!" The Hufflepuff whined, picking up the final book that laid on the ground.

Erik jokingly shoved the boy with an amused grin plastered on his face. "I'm only joking. Now c'mon."

Now with 4 minutes left, the two boys ran - even faster than before - across the station and towards platform 9 3/4, dodging lots of other people on the way. They came to a halt in front of the brick wall between Platforms 9 and 10, careful not to attract any more attention than they already had.

"This better work..." Erik muttered to himself, taking a breath to prepare himself for whatever outcome running into this wall might have. He began running straight to the brick wall, squeezing his eyes shut. Berlin did the same; he shut his eyes and cringed, awaiting for the sound of the crash...

...The crash that never came.

Berlin opened his eyes to reveal that Erik had disappeared through the wall. He widened his eyes in realization that the platform was going to close any second now - and without another thought, he instantly ran at the brick wall.

Berlin successfully made it through just in time, meeting his best friend on the other side.

"Butterfingers, over here." Erik called out to the Hufflepuff klutz, waving him over to the doorway in which Erik stood under.

The two stepped foot onto the train just in time; the doors closed the instant the boys were inside the train.

"That was a close one." Berlin said with his eyebrows raised. You could tell he was exhausted and needed a break - the adrenaline (and not to mention the running) tired the poor boy out.

Erik led Berlin to a nearby compartment that sat another fifth year Hufflepuff boy, Sebastian Capone.

"Well there you are!" Sebastian said to the boys as they walked in. His heavy italian accent was completely audible - much to Berlins enjoyment.

"We sort of, well, didn't wake up in time and nearly missed the train." Berlin explained timidly, taking a seat across from his fellow Hufflepuff.

"And it didn't help when this guy fell over and took his cart down with him-" Erik jokingly added - he found it rather amusing to tease his friends. Him and Sebastian burst into laughter at this, being full aware of Berlin's clumsy demeanor.

Erik has a sense of protection for his Hufflepuff friends; sure it might come across as odd for a care-free and sarcastic Slytherin to be such good friends with two innocent and charismatic Hufflepuffs, but what could he say? He didn't want to see them get hurt.

The teenagers aboard the train were all overjoyed to be arriving back to their beloved school. The train began its journey as the passengers chatted back and fourth while some munched on candy from the trolly; they all were doing something rather enjoyable to make the time pass.

Little do the incoming Hogwarts students know what's in store for them this year...

ยท โ€ข โ€”โ€“ ู  โœค ู  โ€”โ€“ โ€ข ยท

๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ๐˜บ๐˜บ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ 1 ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด!!

๐˜ช ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ 2 ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ 3 ๐Ÿฅฐ

๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ - ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ (๐Ÿ‘€) ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ป ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ !! (๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜จ ๐˜ช ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ด)

๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ !
๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ <33 (๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ !)

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