(Short one)

"Platform nine and three-quarters." Harry said.

"Okay... so where is that?" I asked. Harry smiled and looked at me.

"Linda, we're going to run between Platforms nine and ten." Harry said.

"I know that but nine and three-quarters is more near to ten." I said.

"Oh quit with your math facts, just do what I say." Harry stated. I rolled my eyes and held my cart tighter. Quickly, I ran between Platforms nine and ten.

"Oh wow." I gasped, looking around.

"Hey look its Potter's sister!" Someone called out. I walked to where I heard the noise to only see Harry's enemy, Draco Malfoy.

"Hello..." I said, unsure if I was even allowed to talk to him. Draco looked at me with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Draco Malfoy." He said, sticking out his hand.

"Linda Potter, my brother talks a lot about you." I said, shaking his hand.

"Oh he does?" He asked, chuckling. I nodded and he let go of my hand.

"Sit with me on the train, I'll tell you everything." He said. I shrugged and followed him into the train and into a compartment. I sat down next to Draco and dug through my pocket for my gloves, but clearly I didn't know what I was going to do with them.

"What are you looking for?" He asked.

"Just some gloves I made." I said, taking out the pair of gloves Draco nodded and threw a ribbion.

"Thanks I guess." 

He smiled and we watched as the train departed, to Hogwarts, my new home.

"Do you have any siblings?" I asked, as parents disappeared from view.

"Only child." Draco said. "I believe you don't know much about the Wizarding World?"

I shook my head and looked out of the window to see the beautiful scenery. As I looked out the window with dreamy eyes I heard the compartment door open.

"Hey, wanna sit with me? I'm Cho Chang." I turned my head around and stared at her.

"No thanks, she'll be fine with me." Draco said, glaring at her.

"Yeah whatever, Malfoy." Cho grumbled, walking away.

"Why so grumpy today?" I asked Draco. Draco didn't answer but threw me something.

"What's this?" I asked, picking it up.

"Gum." He replied. I opened it and ate it, savoring the minty taste.

"Have you heard of Death-eaters?" He asked suddenly. I looked over at him into his somehow fearful eyes.

"Never heard of them, are they like people who kill others and eat them?" I asked. Draco smiled and looked out the window.

"Close enough." He said. "The name doesn't explain everything. Have you heard of The Dark Lord?"

"My brother mentions it sometimes." I said.

"Alright..."