Harry Potter and the Amulet of Immortality

There she sat, in compartment number five, crooning to her little snake, in what was unmistakably parseltounge. She was a fifth year, probably, with beautiful blonde hair and shining green eyes. Even in a pair of flares and a white baggy tee shirt that said, "Places to go, people to annoy", she was very attractive. Not even a few words into her little song, and Draco Malfoy burst into the overly large compartment, with the door wide open and Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.

Draco Malfoy was a pale 5^th year boy with sleek blonde hair. He also had a temper that shouldn't be messed with. He was somewhat tall and muscular, and also quite slender. Vincent and Gregory were his stupid yet useful henchman, as you may say. In blue jeans and a baggy black tee shirt, he was also very handsome. With an evil grin, he sneered, "Oh look, boys. A first year in our compartment."

The girl glared up at Malfoy, her emerald eyes as cold and penetrating as ice cubes, and said, "I'm not a first year. I'm a fifth year. And I've neither a house nor any friends here yet. I've transferred in. And truthfully, if I were you, I would find another compartment because from this moment until I reach Hogwarts, I'm only moving to change into my robes!"

"No need to worry, it's only Malfoy." Harry Potter stepped into the compartment with a malicious grin in Malfoy's direction.

Harry was a tall fifth year boy with glasses and a peculiar scar on his forehead. Everyone knew that he had acquired the scar from his defeat of the dark wizard Lord Voldemort. Harry was one of the most famous wizards of all time because of that scar. The girl said, "Harry Potter, is it? I don't need your help! Emphetimembrian!"

Instantaneously, Harry was back in his compartment, staring blankly ahead of him, as if right through Hermione and Ron.

Hermione, a girl with bushy hair and a grave look upon her face came out of Harry's compartment and said, "HOW did you DO that? It's level 14 magic! We only learn levels 1-7 magic here!"

The girl grinned. "The name's Candy. I do stuff like that all the time. Don't you?"

Hermione blushed.

"Let it go, Hermione," Ron said slowly.

"I hate to break up this wonderful little mudblood-bash, but I'm tired of standing, so I'm leaving," Malfoy said. Crabbe and Goyle stupidly nodded.

"Excuse me," Candy said, "But I believe you just used the term mudblood which is vulgar for muggle-born witches and wizards. That is not acceptable in my presence." With that, she slapped Malfoy.

Malfoy growled, "Did you just SLAP me?"

Candy grinned. "Look forward to seeing me a whole lot, Mr.... what's your name?"

"Draco. Draco Malfoy. And might I suggest you never slap me again. I was thinking I'd introduce you to the Slytherin gang. Although, you are a bit more spunky than the rest...anyway... Well?"

"Well, Draco, I'll sit with you if you apologize to the muggle-born... is it Hermione? Yes, Hermione," Candy said. Draco sighed, and then gave Hermione a very convincing fake apology. "Very Well."

"Who was THAT?" Ron asked after they had all left.

"No clue, Ron. No clue." Harry grimaced.