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// the Hogwarts express 
// Story: Hogwarts: year 1 
// by GRYFFINDOR123456 
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Blaise, Draco and I went into Platform 9 and 3/4. A great red, steam train was there, and lots of students were getting on, saying goodbye, etc.

Narcissa smiled. “I’ll see you at Christmas, Sunset, and Draco.”
“Why?” I asked. “Where’s mum?”
“She was caught,” said Narcissa. “By the Ministry, while you were in Diagon Alley. She’s in Azkaban. I warned her, I told her. She didn’t listen. Now, behave yourselves, you 2.”
“Yes, mum,” groaned Draco. He spotted Crabbe and Goyle. “Can I go, I’ve seen Crabbe and Goyle!”
Narcissa rolled her eyes. “Well, goodbye, then.”

She helped us put our trunks on the train. “And Blaise, you’re always welcome in our home,” she said.

Draco, Blaise and I got on. We walked to a compartment, where Crabbe, Goyle and a girl whose face looked like a pug were sitting. 
“Draco!” simpered the girl.
“Pansy,” he said. 
“This is my cousin, Sunset,” he said. “And our friend, Blaise.”
“Hope to be Slytherin, I guess?” asked Pansy.
“Yep,” I replied. “Entire family are in Slytherin.”
“Did you hear that Harry Potter is on the train?” said Pansy.
“Really?” replied Draco. “I didn’t know.”
“It’ll be interesting to meet him,” said Crabbe.
“So you can bully him, the poor boy!” I retorted.
“Isn’t that what Slytherins are meant to do?” asked a girl in the doorway. “I’m Millicent Bulstrode.”
“NO!” Blaise and I shouted in unison. 
“We’re meant to be cunning, resourceful and loyal! Not be mean and horrible!” cried Blaise. “At least that’s what my dad told me when I was young. He died when I was 7. He was a Slytherin too, but he had respect for people. And it seems Sunset has the same morals, don’t you?”
“I don’t have the same beliefs as my parents,” I said. “I believe everyone is responsible for everyone else. As J.B Priestley said, 

We are all members of one body... But men will be taught in fire, blood, and anguish.

. It’s from An Inspector Calls. Have you heard of it?” 

“Whatever it is, it’s nonsense,” said Draco. 
“Y’know, J.B Priestley does have a point,” said Blaise, standing up for me. 
Draco hit me across the face. I cried out. “You little socialist!” he shouted.
“Stop,” said Blaise. “Please. I’m tired of you fighting.”
“You’re probably a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff,” sneered Draco. “Weak, pathetic.”
“Don’t call my girlfriend that!” shouted Blaise. He turned to me. “You okay, Sunset?”
“I’m fine,” I said shakily. 
“But,” continued Blaise. “I’m sorry, Sunset. But I do agree with Draco. Although I think we should respect everyone, I believe we should look after ourselves.”
“What about the poor?” I cried.
“What, like Weasley?” barked Draco.
“Stop antagonising her, Draco,” said Blaise. 
“I’m going to find Potter,” said Draco. “Come, Crabbe and Goyle. And Sunset, I’m throwing you out.”
“I guess we’ll have to split,” I said. 
“No,” said Blaise. “If it gets worse, yes, but not yet. I promise it’ll be okay.”
He hugged me. “But if you’re staying, then we’ve got to split.”
“Okay,” he said. “You have a point.”

As the train came to a halt, a voice spoke over the intercom. 
Please leave your luggage and meet Hagrid. We will collect it.

We got off the train.
“Hey, Hagrid!” shouted the boy in the shop.
“Harry, yer okay!” shouted the giant. “Come, Firs’ years!”

We got into boats. I was in a boat with a girl called Twilight Sparkle, Violet Baudelaire and of course, Blaise.
Draco sped past with Crabbe and Goyle. 

And then, there was the castle, finally. “Wow,” said Violet. “It’s huge.”
I nodded. “Sunset, you okay?” asked Blaise.
“I’m fine,” I said. “Just thinking about what Draco said.”
“Ignore him,” said Blaise. “He’s a bitch for calling you weak. You’re not weak or pathetic. You’re the strongest, bravest, person I know.”
I leaned my head on my shoulder. “What if I’m a Gryffindor? Do you think my dad will kill me?”
“I don’t know,” said Blaise honestly. “But if you are, I’m always by your side.”
“Thanks, Blaise,” I said, blushing.