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Post by lions_go_rawr on Jul 16, 2006 21:16:07 GMT -8
The black haired boy showed up to Platform 9 3/4 alone this time, just like all the other times the past years. Yes, it wasnt safe to do at the present time, but he had always had a certain disregard for the rules. He guessed he had gotten it from his father.
As seventeen year old Harry Potter approached the Hogwarts Express, he saw the faces of his friends, all saying their goodbyes to families and then their pleasant hellos to their friends. In the crowd, he saw the bright red hair of his fellow friends, the Weasleys, but they were too far off in the distance to say hello.
He got on the train, stowing his trunk in the luggage compartment, and then went on searching the train for his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. As he walked along the compartments, he got stares from what looked like first years. "Its always the same old thing," he muttered, his hand reaching up to cover his oh so famous scar. He didnt need that attention this early in the school year. Come to think of it. He didnt want it at all. "Where are those two?" he thought as he searched the train.
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