Harry Potter and the Mystery of the Scroll Keeper

Chapter Two: At the Train Station

"There you are," he said to Harry. "I thought I would be here alone for the rest of the journey."

Harry just smiled.

"He's scary you know," André added. "That guy who bumped you---my chaperone."

"Oh," Harry replied. He was about to ask André the name of that guy, when he got interrupted.

"I hope you don't mind," André said abruptly, pointing at the door. "I reckon your red-hair friend would like to join us in." He was gesturing at the door where Harry saw Ron pressing his face at the window breathing so hard the window became foggy. Harry snorted and opened the door.

"André Fastenpalm," Ron said spreading his arms widely trying to get a big hug. But André grabbed his right hand and shook it. Ron cleared his throat from embarassment. Harry smirked. "It's so great to see you."

"Yes," André said, "me, too."

"Hi, Harry," Ron said.

"What?" Harry replied, and suddenly looked away.

"Seats are not taken, I presume," Ron said trying to tell them to offer him a seat. He was standing right in front of them blocking their view from each other.

"Not at all," André said. "You can take this," he added as he took Harry's backpack and put it on the floor. Harry immediately grabbed it.

Ron started talking a lot breaking the silence in the room. He mentioned about them graduating this school year, and that exchange student from Beauxbatons Academy, which apparently not interesting for André to discuss, their memories together for the past six years and complaining about how Draco Malfoy became worst every year. It came to a point where Ron ran out of things to talk when he opened up something that made Harry and André jumped from their seat. Ron squeaked like a girl when he saw stain of blood on Harry's right elbow.

"I'm fine," Harry said sounded complaining. "Don't be such a girly."

"Well, Harry Potter," Ron said imitating Hermione's voice. "I am your friend and I am just worried."

Everyone laughed, and Ron continued, standing up and put his hands on her waist, "You need to be careful all the time, Harry," still sounding like Hermione. Ron kept on joking around telling them random things impersonating Hermione on the way she talked, or gave Harry some scolding at school.

"Harry, you need to take care of yourself and avoid being in trouble or you'll get expelled."

Harry and André couldn't help it but laugh at what Ron was doing, "You need to be this and that, blah blah blah." Then Harry's glance fixed at the door and pulled Ron back to his seat.

"What?" Ron said.

André rolled his eyes. Harry was hiding his face and leaned closer to the window. Ron didn't notice that someone came inside their compartment without them knowing because they were so busy laughing and teasing.

"Blah blah blah what, Ron?"

Ron jumped from his seat and cleared his throat and gave a small laugh back to Harry and André. He was starting to get sweaty on the face and spoke again.

"Hi, Hermione."

Hermione was standing there, her arms folded in front her and snorted back to Ron. "Get yourself ready, we're about to arrive at Hogsmeade."

And Hermione walked away. Harry and André stared at Ron they both looked like they were telling Ron he put himself into trouble.

They all came down with their school robes on. New students for the first year were shaking as they hold hands going out of the train. Harry saw them and he remembered the same experience he had six years ago when a giant hairy man went into their beach house in London and told him he was a wizard.

He could still remember everything Hagrid told him about him being magical and laughed at the sight of Dudley growing a pig's tail when Hagrid punished his cousin for being naughty for eating the whole birthday cake all by himself.

“Oy! A hair compiler!” Ron shouted when he saw Hermione took a hair brush from her bag.

Harry and André snorted. Ron was confused.

“What took you so long?” Hermione complained. “The train's almost empty and I've been looking for you everywhere!”

“I'm sorry, Hermione,” Harry said. “André---”

“André Philippe Fastenpalm,” Hermione said with emphasize on the name. Then, she walked away from them.

Ron and Harry looked at André. There was a bit of conflict between Hermione and André last year during their sixth year. It so happened that André got the highest mark on one of the subjects at school.

Everyone knew that Hermione excelled at almost every subject at school: except Defense Against the Dark Arts since it's always Harry, Herbology was Neville's and one which André went on the lead.

“W-What did I do?” André asked them, wondering. “What just happened?”

“Because of Magickology,” Ron said. “She failed to get the top mark last year because of you. Not only that, when she found out you're a nominee for the year's School Writing---”

“She envied you,” Harry inserted, “a lot.”

“She envied... me.”

Hermione went jealous about André getting the special award at the beginning of term. With his full-grown talent in Magickology, he caught the attention of their Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall, on his essay. He wrote a very impressive one: “The Logic and Theories on Advanced Transfiguration: A Foreground Study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

"Yes, you wrote that," Harry said pointing a printed copy of last year's school tabloid. "Seven full pages."

"You three!" Someone shouted ahead. "Come on now. Other Gryffindors have been waiting for you outside." It was Seamus Finnigan.

He was wearing a school robe same as the three, Harry, Ron, and André. A small gleaming badge was placed at the right hand side on his collar. With Ron's shock, he ran towards Seamus, his partially shaking index finger was pointing at his classmate's chest.

"You're a prefect now?" Ron asked. "Just when?"

"Seriously?" André added.

Harry nodded, smiling. He already knew last school year that Seamus was given the honor to be the new house prefect for the Gryffindor house.

Seamus shushed them placing his finger at André's mouth. Acting very strict and bossy, he folded his arms in front of him, ("This is unbelievable," whispered Ron) chin up, and raised an eyebrow at them. He shouted, "Five points from Gryffindor!"

"No!" The three boys chorused.