Chapter 049

The girl blinked several times, then her eyes widened. It seemed she hadn't thought of that. Mumbling a hurried 'thank you,' the girl set off to search for a prefect.

That done, Harry made his way down the hall in search of a compartment. He quickly found out that there were no empty compartments. All of them had at least two people in them, and in some cases they were filled to capacity. He passed by several such compartments in his search, before eventually finding one that would suffice.

Knocking on the door, he managed to get the attention of the two girls within the compartment. One of them was a blond haired girl with pig tails, and the other a redhead whose hair was a shade or two lighter than the Weasleys, running more along the coloration of his mother's hair. Both of them looked up when he knocked, and Harry opened the door enough to poke his head in.

"Would you two mind if I sit with you?" he asked, taking in more of their features. The blond girl had blue eyes and fair, unblemished skin, while the redhead had brown eyes and exactly seven freckles dotting her nose cutely. He couldn't see much more than that because they were wearing their Hogwarts robes, but even that was useful, as it told him they were probably raised in the wizarding world—or were very excited muggleborns.

The two girls looked at each other, before the blond looked back at him with a bright smile. "Not at all," she said, her voice just as cheerful as her face. "Come on in."

"Thank you."

Harry walked into the compartment, setting his trunk down before absently pointing his wand at it and using the levitation charm to put into its new place overhead.

Two gasps were heard before the voice of the blond said, "how did you do that?"

Harry turned to see two sets of eyes staring at him in awe. He blinked.

"You mean the levitation charm?" he asked for clarification. When they both gave him a nod, Harry shrugged. "It's just one of the first year spells that I read about in the Standard Book of Spells."

"That's so cool," the blond girl said. "I've tried doing some magic before as well, but I've never been able to get any of the spells to work. And you did it without even speaking!"

"Ah, well, I always felt that speaking a spell is more of a way of focusing, rather than because it's necessary," Harry said diplomatically as he sat down. Not wanting to speak about his skills in magic and possibly incriminate himself, he decided to switch topics. "I'd like to apologize for barging in here; I'm sure you two would rather be on your own."

"Oh, it's no problem." Once again the blond spoke up, waving her hand airily. Already Harry was beginning to notice the dynamics between the two. The pig-tailed girl was clearly the more talkative one. Meanwhile, the redhead was much more quiet and more than a little shy. Even now he could the way she would turn to look at him, blush, then look away. "But now that you mention it, why were you still searching for a compartment? The train has been moving for like, an hour already."

"Let's just say I ended up sitting next to someone who doesn't know the meaning of the word tact, and leave it at that," Harry said with a sigh. The two girls looked at each other, both probably wondering what he meant. Thankfully, they seemed to understand the word tact better than Ron did, because neither of them asked for clarification, something he was very thankful for.

"I'm Hannah," the blond girl introduced herself after a slight pause. "Hannah Abbot, and the redhead with me is Susan Bones." Harry started at the name, recognizing it as one of the Founding Five families that had formed the Ministry. He also, thanks to Andromeda, knew that if this girl was a Bones, then she was also related to Amelia Bones, the current Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"A pleasure to meet you," Harry said, taking the hand that Hannah held out to him. He brought her hand to his face and let his lips gently brush against her knuckles in the manner Andromeda had shown him was proper when greeting female witches. The blond girl, Hannah, blushed, and Harry turned to look at a blushing Susan who was already offering her hand to him, which he repeated the gesture. "And you as well." He took a deep breath, wondering if this would end in disaster. "My name is Harry Potter."

"Are you really?" asked Hannah while Susan's eyes widened. Harry flicked his gaze towards the blond girl for a moment, sighed, then sat back down after letting Susan's hand go. With his hand free, Harry brushed away the bangs covering his scar.

"This is so cool!" Hannah breathed excitedly. "I can't believe we're sitting with the Harry Potter!"

"I don't think meeting me is that big of a deal," Harry edged, just a little bit annoyed. He knew people were going to get excited when they saw him, but that didn't make dealing with it anymore comfortable.

"Not a big deal?" Hannah gaped at him for all of two seconds. "Harry, you're like, a wizarding celebrity! Everyone and their mother knows you. Not to mention you defeated You-Know-Who..." she trailed off when she saw the look on Harry's face.

"And all it cost me was my parents," he told her, his lips forming a thin line. He didn't look quite angered, but he was clearly agitated. And why wouldn't he be? So many people seemed to forget that his parents had sacrificed their lives for him that night Voldemort was defeated. Maybe he wouldn't have been so bothered by his celebrity status if his parents had survived, or if people actually took the time to think about how he might feel, but from what he had seen so far that wasn't going to happen.

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