Harry Potter: Raised By Roses

Chapter Six: The Hogwarts Express

There they were, three mystic souls, staring at a big red train.

"The Founders must have really liked red," Krinos broke the silence.

Harry and Melody looked at each other, then burst into hysterical laughter. Leave it to Krinos to say the first thing that comes to mind.

"What," Krinos asked, confused.

"Oh for the love of," Melody shook her head. "How are you one of the most observant mystic souls I know, yet still so oblivious."

Krinos just shrugged his shoulders. They looked at the clock, seeing that it was almost eleven. They went aboard the train. They quickly found an empty compartment near the front of the train. Frost and Wolf were let out, letting them stretch their wings/legs. And Selene was let off her leash, much to her relief.

''Those people didn't look like first generation wizards,'' Melody noticed.

Harry and Krinos just looked at her.

''The redheads,'' she clarified. ''Now, most first generation mages maybe are one or two to non-magical parents. But there were four wizards we know of in that family. My best guess is third generation.''

''So, they would have no reason to be on the mundane side of the platform,'' Krinos got what she was saying. ''They would have just arrived there the magical way, whichever way there is in this country.''

As the train began to leave, they looked out the window. They saw the redhead girl from before trying to run alongside the train, but quickly fall behind and disappear when they rounded the corner.

''But then why be on the mundane side in the first place,'' Harry wondered.

''Well, there is you,'' Krinos guessed.

''Huh,'' Harry 'duh'ed.

''Think about it,'' Krinos explained. ''You're famous for supposedly defeating that Lord Voldemort guy. There gotta be quite a lot of people that would want to be friends with the 'Boy-Who-Lived.' Who came up with that title anyway? It's one of the stupidest things I've ever heard."

"I have to agree with Krinos in this one, Ry," Melody said. "On both the fame and the title. But I doubt that they knew it was you."

"With all those books saying he has messy black hair, emerald eyes, and that lightning bolt scar, they'd never know you were Harry Potter," Krinos says.

While Harry knew that his eyes had come from his birth mother, but he was proud to have the signature Gardna silver eyes. He also knew that parents don't just show in their child's looks. And he also had the perk of magically inheriting his adoptive father's amulet. And he was glad his hat and hair hid his scar. He hated it. A constant reminder of being an orphan was forever on his forehead.

Someone then knocked on their compartment door. The three turned to it as it opened. In the doorway was the pair of redheads from before. And the fact that they were twins was as clear as day.

"Greetings, little firsties," they greeted.

"Any of you..." the first twin started.

"...Happen to see..." the second twin continued.

"...A black boy with short dreadlocks..." twin 1.

"...Walking around with a tarantula..." twin 2.

"...Did you," twin 1 finished.