Magic...

1.

Louis has been going along in the corridors and wagons for about twenty minutes, until he finally finds a not-so-empty compartment. But definitely less crowded than the others. There are already three boys inside, and Louis slightly hesitates before he opens the door and walks in.

"Um, sorry, can I sit in there with you?" he asks shyly.

The three boys' heads turn to him and for a moment Louis seriously wants to go back and leaves, but before he even moves, a voice speaks.

"Ye, sure mate!" a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes with an Irish accent answers brightly with a smile. "I'm Niall Horan." The Irish lad holds out his hand to Louis.

"Louis. Louis Tomlinson." He introduces by shaking Niall's hand once he sits next to the blonde guy.

"And this guy next to me is Liam." Niall indicates to his left.

A guy with brown eyes and hair holds out his hand past Niall to shake Louis'. "Hi, Liam Payne." he announces with a polite voice and a slight smile. Louis nods and returns his smile.

"And that's... Errm, sorry mate, I already forgot your name." Niall addresses to the dark skin boy sat in front of him, on the other seat.

The boy shrugs and holds out his hand as well. "Zayn Malik."

Louis shakes his hand and he can't help but notice how soft it is. He also remarks how pretty the boy is.

He is cut off in his thoughts when the door slides open and a boy with curly hair enters and plops down on the seat next to Zayn.

"I got them! Wow, the food trolley lady might seem old, but trust me when I say she walks fast. Fortunately, I caught up with her and here we go." He holds a package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans out to Zayn and throws some Chocolate Frogs to Niall and Liam, and then the boy finally realises Louis' presence.

As soon as their eyes meet, Louis feels something in his stomach. If Zayn was pretty, then there is no word to describe the boy who just arrived. He has green eyes, the greenest eyes Louis ever saw, with curly hair, pink lips and an innocence face with chubby cheeks. He is honestly adorable, and when the curly-haired boy finally addresses to him, Louis is already charmed.

"Hi!" the boy says in a breathless voice. "I'm–"

"Mhmph, wait, I know your name, I didn't forgot!" Niall interrupts while chewing on his chocolate frog. Liam makes a face but doesn't comment. "He's Harry Styles." Niall announces to Louis, and then turns his gaze to Harry. "Hardly possible to forget your first name when it is the same of your namesake, who happens to be one of the most famous wizards of the Wizarding World." Niall says proudly.

Harry blushes and smiles shyly. "Well, yeah. Harry Potter is amazing."

"Oh, my father used to tell me stories about him. He was a pretty big deal in the Wizarding World, wasn't he?" Louis demands.

"Oh, you're half-blood or something?" Liam asks.

The thing is. Louis knew he was special when he was around five.

He could move objects just by the thought of moving them. He could shut his door without getting up from bed. He didn't know what was happening to him, until Mark noticed it. And then, it all made sense. Mark was a wizard. When his step-father told him and Johannah, his mum, the truth, well... His mother had gone a bit crazy and was bewildered. Which was... Yeah, totally comprehensible. Because his mum was a muggle, as well as his biological father, well, as far as they knew, considering the fact that his real father abandoned them when Louis was only one year old. A magical kid was pretty rare, so Mark used to call Louis "his special boy".