Harry looked around and saw the scarlet steam engine he had been dreaming of for the last three months. The air was cool and September 1st was a new day. Harry Potter was a boy of seventeen, had just moved out of his aunt and uncle’s home, and was in his last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He scanned the bustle of students around the train and spotted the Weasley family. He was lucky they all had bright red hair as it was easy to spot them in crowds.
He walked over to his second family and gave Mrs. Weasley a hug and Mr. Weasley a firm handshake. “You take care now, Harry dear!” Mrs. Weasley called after him. He walked onto the train after saying his goodbyes and smiled at Ron and Ginny Weasley. Ron Weasley was tall, gangly boy with a mop of red hair and a laugh that one could not describe. Ginny was Ron’s younger sister and was made a Gryffindor Prefect, alone with Ron, last year. Harry looked down at his new, shiny, Head Boy badge and gleamed. The three of them looked around the compartments and found Hermione Granger in one of them. They all took their seats and talked about summer vacation.
Hermione Granger was the cleverest witch of her year and also happened to have a secret and immense crush on Ron Weasley. Ron of course had no idea, but Harry knew since fifth year.
“So Harry, how was your summer?” Hermione asked him.
“I can actually say that I had a decent summer. Of course, I missed kicking Dudley around but I mean, who wouldn’t?” he replied sarcastically. His green eyes filled with laughter. It made the woman who was watching him smile.
Lily had been watching Harry for a long time that day. Usually she left him be when he was around his friends, but this year he seemed so happy and alive. When Harry received the letter that made him Head Boy, Lily cried and James laughed, saying something along the lines of, “Always like his dear ol’ dad.” Sirius watched the gang he was familiar with. He knew they would be the ones to take down Voldemort.
“James, he is so happy. I sort of agree with Dumbledore’s decision to allow Harry to live on his own. It’s not like he can’t handle Voldemort if he arrived at his doorstep. Plus he’s using that charm we used on our house, except without the conniving traitor he led us to our death,” she said, feeling heat rise to her face.
Thinking of Peter Pettigrew always brought tension between the three.
“Honey, we’ve had this discussion many times. With Dumbledore as Harry’s secret keeper, there is no way Voldemort will find him,” James told his nervous wife. “Plus, he’s in school now.”
Lily nodded her head at James’ reassuring words.
“Wonder who the lady-friend he was telling Dumbledore about is?” James questioned.
“Oh, James. Leave the boy alone. He’s allowed to have a crush without his dead father knowing every detail,” Sirius said.
“True indeed, dear ol’ Padfoot,” James said, sighing.
The compartment door opened and in entered Luna Lovegood, Ron’s girlfriend. She took a seat besides Ron and looked around at everyone. She didn’t seem to notice the looks Hermione was giving her, but Harry did. Harry thought Hermione should back off of Ron’s relationship with Luna as Luna was a very nice girl, a little odd at times, but nice.
Harry cleared his throat and made conversation. “So, Ginny, did you and Ron practice Quidditch over the summer?”
“We tried, but it was rather difficult as Ron kept singing Weasley is our King to me. It was quite funny but when you’re trying to pass him the Quaffle it gets irritating,” Ginny said matter-of-factly.
Hermione, who had been made Head Girl motioned for Harry to get up and follow her.
“We have to go and meet the Prefects,” she said. Ron, Ginny, and Luna also got up as the lot were all Prefects.