Hate you, Potter

»»--Hogwarts Express--««

It had been a few weeks since Y/n's letter arrived. She really did not fancy going to the "idiot school". But she knew the task was very vital for her and of course the dark lord too. 

So she had packed her bags the following week and had bought all the needed supplies from Diagon Alley, including a black cat with yellow eyes. She called her Nera. 

"All right Y/n. All you need to do is run at the platforms 9 and 10. Got it," Razeal, her father said.

Y/n nodded and ran forwards with great speed. She opened her tightly shut eyes to see a big red and black train. The Hogwarts Express. Her father ran in behind her. 

"Do you have everything," her father asked.

"Yes. I think I'm ready to go," she nodded.

"Keep me updated on everything that happens. And don't forget, be safe," her father ordered.

"I will. Bye da-father," she said. 

She gave her father a quick hug and ran to the train. She looked back at him. He smiled at her and gave a wave. With one last nod, Y/n jumped on the train, heaving her trunk behind her. 

She started poking her head in random compartments, not checking if there were any empty seats, but if one of the seats contained Potter.

"Not this one, not here, not here either," she muttered under her breath.

She was almost at the edge of the train and she was starting to get desperate. But when she looked in the last compartment, her spirits lifted by seeing a raven haired boy sitting inside. Target spotted. Now all she had to do was act nice and friendly. 

"Erm, hello. Sorry to bother you, but the rest of the train is full. Do you mind if I sit here," she said motioning towards the empty seats. 

"Go ahead," the boy replied.

'Thanks,' Y/n said sitting down, 'I'm Y/n by the way. Y/n Malum.'

"Harry Potter," Harry said.

"Oh! Wow! I've heard a lot about you," Y/n pretend to act surprised.

Suddenly the door slid open to reveal a red haired boy with freckles. 

"Anyone sitting there," he asked, pointing to the seat beside Harry. 

Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and quickly looked out of the window, pretending.

"Your name is," Y/n inquired kindly.

"Oh! Oh, I'm Ron Weasley. Who are you," Ron answered, with a smile. 

"Y/n Malum," Y/n smiled. 

Ron then turned to Harry.

"Are you really Harry Potter," Ron blurted out.

Harry nodded. 

'Oh well, I thought it might be one of Fred ad George's jokes' said Ron, 'And have you really got - you know...'

He pointed at Harry's forehead. Harry moved back his hair to reveal a lightning bolt scar.

'Only if the dark lord had done his job properly', Y/n thought. 

"And I heard you went to live with muggles. What are they like," Y/n asked, faking to be interested.

"Horrible- well not all of them. But my aunt, uncle, and cousin are. Wish I had three wizard brothers," Harry sighed.

"Five," Ron said, gloomily, "And don't wish that. Trust me, you don't want it. I never get anything new. I have Bill's old books, Charlie's old robes, and Percy's old rat. This is Scabbers by the way. Stupid, isn't he."