7 - Ghostie??

¶Dragon Tongue¶

√Parseltongue√

°Wolf Language°

Thoughts

"Spoken words"

{Flashback scenes}

×Animagus communication×

Time flew by, and before they knew it, it was the first of September.

But not only the families were waiting for today. The man known as a cold-blooded murderer had a quest to complete and he knew his target. He knew that his master's representative had been clear in her orders and that he'd be punished if he didn't succeed.

{"Watch out for them. If we want to bring Him back, we need the body of the mongrel that killed Him or, even better, take one of his spawns. Their blood is by far more powerful. You have one year of time."}

His sister-in-law's cackling still rang in his ears. Oh how he despised that daft exploded mop, but he had to cower before her if he wanted greatness.

Enough of that. You have a task to fulfill.

His hiding spot offered a perfect view over the entrance to Platform 9 3/4, he could see who arrived and - his favourite part - comment on their general attitude.

Lucius Malfoy smiled grimly. By the end of the school year, he would have killed once more.

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Harry was bouncing with excitement. He couldn't wait to finally go to Hogwarts as a student. Actually, he had already explored every corridor with his friends and his sister and sat in classes since he could read, but he was looking forward to earn house points instead of mock detentions with his parents, aunt and uncles. So far, he only had one actual detention where Grandma Minnie - no, Headmistress McGonagall now - and his parents and godfather had chewed him out extraordinarily because he had accidentally solved the Chess Game of Death and broke half of his ribs in the process.

Anyway, now he was running through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 where the collision never happened, with his grandfather right beside him.

Hedwig, the beautiful snowy owl he'd gotten as a birthday present from his friend Hagrid, screeched for the mercy of Merlin as she saw the solid brick wall the wizards were headed to.

Once on the platform, she ruffled her feathers and shot Harry a glare. The young wizard was sure she would have quite literally flipped him the bird if she could.

His cousin was hot on his heels, with Euphemia I. and Mia following suit. Now, the group of five was anticipating their friends' arrival, which wasn't too far away. The four Blacks (Regulus, Fred, George and Draco) had Apparated onto the platform and joined the Potter/Evans quintet. Soon after, two young werewolves and Spencer Flooed by while the Granger family went through the platform wall.

"Hey, Neville! Over here!" Draco yelled across the place as soon as he saw his friend and made a beeline for him, wrapping the other boy in a hug. Alice chuckled at the blond boy's affection towards her son, remembering her own childhood when she'd been acting just the same with Lily. She introduced Frank and herself to Hugo and Jean Granger and politely greeted the elder Potters as well as Spencer Murray, the father of the Flint twins.

Regulus had just taken the Shrinking charms off of his nephews' trunks when he spotted a group of gingers out of the corner of his eyes.

Fred scowled as he saw them, but Draco quietly said: "Leave them be. Remember, it's us who are family now, and that counts. They aren't worth it."

The older redhead sighed. "You're right, let's go. You noodle need someone to carry your luggage for you, right, Ghostie?"

Draco rolled his eyes at the nickname and took his trunk on the train by himself.

Obsidian turned around, his normally bluish-green eyes flared up with golden shadows and narrowed in suspicion as he recalled the unpleasant feeling of being watched. He could have sworn that he saw movement near the passage wall, but couldn't get a glimpse of a human being in the specific place so he shrugged it off, got his trunk and boarded the train.

He would have paid better attention to it if he knew just how bad it was going to bite him in the arse later.

At 11 o'clock sharp, the Hogwarts Express departed, every compartment full with more or less excited students.

"Really? Ghostie??" Neville was howling with laughter, not only because of the simple hilariousness of the name but also at his practically translucent friend's embarrassed reaction. Harry smirked. "Yep. That one time at Flourish and Blotts whemmmpffhhh". The Black heir had clasped his hand over Harry's mouth, shutting him up that way.

"One word about that incident and you'll rot in the Forbidden Forest. Are we clear?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow and went back to 'Hogwarts - A History', which earned her two wolfish grins. The emerald-amber eyed boy stated:"You won't need that -" "-if you have us" the sandy-haired boy finished.

Dudley explained. "They grew up at Hogwarts. Know every bloody inch of the castle, quite an advantage for after curfew. But even their powers are limited when certain professors are on patrol."

The sixth child in the compartment gave a snort. "Certain professors, you say? As in, a group consisting of pronged lawnmowers, wolves with mood swings, a mangy dog and a cat in a pyjama? Yeah, no way to get around them."

"NEVILLE!!!" the five others exclaimed unanimously.

Ian wiped a laughing tear. Merlin, how could that kid be so savage? Oh wait - Frank was just the same.

Hermione excused herself to change into her robes, whereas the boys readied themselves in the compartment. Just when she returned, a redhead in a plain black uniform knocked. "Hi, uhh, can I join you?" Harry smiled apologetically. "It's quite cramped here already, sorry. You could ask the Patil twins in the 17th, I'm sure they won't mind."

The redhead - obviously a Weasley - spotted Draco and his neutral expression turned into a disgusted sneer. "Malfoy. Didn't expect someone like you to hang out with renowned wizards, after all your oh so honourable father did."

The platinum blond boy grit his teeth. "Could say the same for your mother, Weasley. At least I know that what he did was wrong. Ignorance is not always bliss." He met the glare head on, cold silvery grey against steely blue. The tension in the compartment was to be cut with a chainsaw.

Ouch.

In lack of a counter, the Weasley stalked off and left the six children alone. "I feel bad for Fred and George. Did they really have to put up with him for nine years?" Dudley voiced their collective thoughts.

The rest of the ride went down in silence.

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