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Date Posted: 03:23:22 09/20/02 Fri
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's message, "(FF) Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix (C1)" on 03:10:39 09/20/02 Fri
Chapter 2
Breakfast on the 10th of August was not a cheery affair. The Dursleys were very nervous at the prospect of meeting a group of wizards. Ron had sent Harry a letter telling him to expect him at about half ten. Dudley finished his breakfast quickly and went into hiding in his room. Harry washed up the dishes and went to his own room to finish packing.
At precisely half past ten, Harry was perched on top of his trunk reading the book that Hagrid had sent him when the doorbell rang. Harry put down the book and ran to answer the door.
“Hello Harry!” It was Mr. Weasley, Ron’s dad.
“Hello, Mr. Weasley!” said Harry brightly. Uncle Vernon sidled unobtrusively into the room and nodded vaguely in Mr. Weasley’s direction, who beamed in reply and waved. Harry could see a dilapidated car in the driveway. Ron was waving out of the window, and his brothers, Fred and George, the twins had identical, wicked grins on their faces. Fred waved at Harry, and Harry waved in reply. “Er, Mr. Weasley, shall I go get my trunk now?”
“Sure, shall I get one of the twins to help you?”
“No thanks, it’s okay.”
Harry went quickly to his room and dragged the trunk, with Hedwig’s cage on top, out. Uncle Vernon was still in the room, looking scared out of his wits. Mr. Weasley helped Harry carry the trunk to the car, and Harry turned to wave goodbye to his uncle and to gleefully observe the shell-shocked look of horror on his face. Then he got in the car and soon, number 4, Privet Drive, was a tiny spot in the distance.
Two hours of flat-out driving later, the car pulled up in front of the Weasley house, The Burrow. It was Harry’s favourite place after Hogwarts, and for the first time since the beginning of the summer, he really happy. They all to out of the car, Harry feeling very hungry by now, and went inside. Mrs. Weasley led them onto the small kitchen after she had finished hugging Harry, and she told the twins to start lating the table for lunch.
“Call Ginny and Hermione, will you Ron?”
“Yeah, mum,” and Ron went to the bottom of the stairs to bellow loudly to his sister to come down.
After a particularly delicious lunch, Harry, Ron and Hermione went out into the garden to talk. Ron and Hermione wanted to know all about Sirius, but Harry couldn’t tell them anything except that he was staying at Remus Lupin’s. Hermione was very happy to find out that Harry had been made Prefect, but Ron, who hadn’t received a badge, was silent. Harry noticed this and quickly changed the subject to quidditch. This cheered Ron up considerably and they all sat on the bench chatting for a long time.
The two weeks flew by quietly, and before Harry knew it, he was standing on Platform 9 ¾, getting ready to board the Hogwarts Express.
“Bye dears, just you be careful!”
“Honestly mum, we’re fifteen, we can take care of ourselves!” There was a whistle and more and more students boarded the train.
“Well, you had better go now, train’s about to leave,” Mrs.Weasley observed.
“Bye, mum!”
“Bye, Mrs.Weasley,” Harry and Hermione said in unison. And with that, they all boarded the train.
Harry, Ron and Hermione managed to find an empty compartment near the back of the train and settled down. Hermione took out “An Intermediate Guide to Transfiguration” and buried herself in that. Harry and Ron discussed quidditch tactics. Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Keeper, and Katie Bell, ine of their Chasers had left, and Ron was hoping to take his place in the team. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Come in!” Harry called, and the door drew back to reveal a tall, pretty, golden-haired girl about their age.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought this compartment was empty- all the train’s full!” she said, with a distinct Irish accent. “But I’ll leave now- sorry for interrupting!”
She was about to close the compartment door when Hermione said quietly “You can join us if you like!” The girl turned around and grinned.
“Thanks!” And with that, she promptly sat down next to Hermione.
“Er, you seem new,” Ron ventured.
“Yeah, I’m about to start my fifth year. Used to go to Beauxbatons when my family lived in France, but now we moved back to Ireland, where I was born, and so here I am!” She grinned and added, “Oh by the way, I’m Alison McKenzie… You are?”
“I’m Hermione Granger, that’s Ron Weasley, and that’s Harry Potter. We’re all in the same year.”
As soon as Hermione mentioned Harry’s name Alison stared and her eyes, which were almost unnaturally blue, performed the usual rove to Harry’s forehead. He pulled back his fringe and pointed to his scar. “See?”
“Wow!” she said as she grinned again. “Pleased to meet you all!”
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
It was Draco Malfoy and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, who stayed outside because they didn’t fit in the compartment.
“Well, if it isn’t Potty, Mudblood and the Weasel! And who’s this? A new addition to your group of losers?” sneered Malfoy.
“Shove off Malfoy,” Ron spat.
“Wasn’t talking to you, was I?” He turned to Alison. “You shouldn’t go and make friends with a bunch of mudbloods and muggle-lovers. Name’s Draco Malfoy,” he added, his smirk growing wider.
“Oh, and I suppose I should make friends with you?” said Alison smoothly, trying hard not to laugh. “Well, I prefer muggle-borns and muggle-lovers to a pathetic slimy git and those two tree-trunks that he calls friends! Please leave!”
“You’ll be sorry, muggle-lover!”
“Yeah, yeah, now get out, you greasy bag of slime!” And with that, Alison kicked Malfoy out into the corridor and shut the compartment door.
“Wow, Alison! You managed it kick Malfoy out and you’re a girl!” Ron said in amazement.
“Yeah? So what if I’m a girl? Who is that creep anyway?” Alison sat down and began to rummage in her bag. She finally took out a wand.
“Why are you taking your wand out?” Harry asked curiously.
“In case that greasebag decides to come again.”
“Oh. OK.”
“So anyway, who is that creep who has he guts to tell me with who to speak to?”
“Draco Malfoy, number one pain in the neck,” Hermione said, not taking her eyes off her book.
“Slytherin?”
“You got it.”
“Oh.”
“Noticed that he’s a Prefect?” Harry asked. No-one had.
“So what?” Ron said. “That doesn’t change the fact that he’s a prize idiot!”
“Agreed!” Alison said loudly with a large grin on her face.
At about noon, a witch with a trolley stopped by their compartment to sell sweets. Harry bought a mountain of Chocolate Frogs and Alison contented herself with a box of Bertie Bott’s Every-Flavour Beans. Ron snatched couple of Chocolate Frogs and Hermione bought a box of Toothflossing Stringmints (her parents were dentists). Alison rummaged a bit in her bag and pulled out a book.
“What’s that?” Hermione asked curiously.
“A muggle book. It’s really good.” Alison said “Ugh, spinach!” she added, referring to the Every-Flavour Beans.
“The Fellowship of the Ring,” Hermione read slowly from the cover. “Oh, I’ve heard of that… My parents couldn’t stop going on about what a good film it was.”
“Oh I know! It was fantastic! And such good-looking actors too!” Alison said ecstatically, blushing a bright red.
“May I borrow it when you’re through with it?”
“Yeah, sure.”
The journey went by and it seemed only a few minutes when Harry pulled on his Hogwarts robes and they got ready to get off the train. It was dark outside in Hogsmeade, but Harry could see Rubeus Hagrid towering up, holding an old lantern and shouting “Firs’ years! Firs’ years please line up here!”
“I don’t really count as a first year, do I?” Alison asked nervously.
“I don’t think so. But you do have to get sorted.” Hermione said.
“Oh.”
“I’m going to say hello to Hagrid. We’ll ask him about it,” said Harry, and he walked over to Hagrid.
“Well, hello there Harry, Ron, Hermione!” Hagrid beamed down at them through his black beard.
“Hi Hagrid!”
“An’ who’s this new girl, eh?”
“I’m Alison. Pleased to meet you!”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot… Hagrid, does Alison have to go with the first-years to get sorted?”
“Nah, Harry. Professor McGonagall said summat abou’ a new girl. She’ll talk to Alison soon as she gets to Hogwarts.”
“Thanks Hagrid, see you around!”
“Bye, take care… Firs’ years over here!”
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