Rated M for Language, Possible Sexual themes, and Violence.
A loud shrill whistle over the bustling voices announced the time to finish boarding. The students gave one last goodbye to their families before, in a sense, jumping on.
“Well hurry on now before it leaves without you.” Analise, Evans mother, said to him, giving him one last hug. “Well, I can’t go if you keep hugging me like this.” He could hear his father chuckle, patting his shoulder. “Come on dear, let the poor boy go.” She finally released him, allowing him to board the train. “Remember, be careful!” Robert called to him.
“And stay safe.” His wife finished. Evan gave them one last wave before disappearing through the doors of the express.
By the time he had found the compartment with his mates, the Hogwarts Express was already making its way through the countryside. He slid the supposed right door open to find Riley and Abel locked in an arm wrestling match. Evan raised his eyebrow at them, quietly taking a seat. They haven’t noticed him yet, giving Evan some time to himself. His friends were the best, don’t get him wrong, but sometimes they could just be a little overwhelming.
Riley, who was currently overpowering Abel, was the cheerful and optimistic one of their group. He was always looking at the Brightside of things. He was muggle born as well, brown eyes and hair all. Abel, now scowling because he was slowly losing, was more of the prankster. All pureblood, with bright blonde hair and green eyes. Evan honestly didn’t know how they became friends. The first time he saw him, he was sure that Abel would have been sorted into Slytherin, seeing as to how his whole family before him was. Surprisingly enough, he was put into Gryffindor. Maybe it was because he liked to pull pranks on people….
The match was now even again and Evan decided it was probably time to make himself known. He faked a cough, slightly chuckling at the two as they both literally jumped out of their seats, startled. “Am I interrupting something?” He asked, smirking.
"Bloody hell Evan, I swear...every single time." Abel swore, pinching the bridge of his nose. Riley laughed, scratching his cheek. "How long were you there?" he asked.
"Oh a good five minutes or so." Evan grinned, getting up to sit on the other side of Abel by the window.
"So looking forward to this year anyone?" He was rewarded with two groans from his friends.
"Don’t remind me" Abel grumbled.
"Oh, well it can’t be that bad."
"Only you riley."
This year was the year of their O.W.L's. That meant no free time between classes and Quidditch, well, for Evan anyways. Usually the O.W.L’s were done during their fifth year, but that has changed. Mostly due to the fact that they were having trouble finding new teachers to fill in positions. Anyways, that free time was going to be used for 'studying.' Which he doubted he would get much done.
"To move onto less boring topics, have you heard?" Abel leaned in closer, as if he was going to reveal a deep dark secret.
"Of?" Evan dragged on, waiting.
Abel leaned back. "The ministry of course" he scoffed.
"Nope." Riley answered, grabbing the newspaper off from the seat beside him. Abel wacked the backside of Riley's head at his reply, shaking his head.
"You guys are hopeless…. The minister is going bonkers trying to organize enough groups to catch the Death Eaters still rampaging around... He’s also having one hell of a time arguing with most of his co-workers. Mostly because it’s getting harder to catch them. He thinks the reason why is because the Animagus are helping Voldermort’s ex-followers. You know hiding them and stuff.”
“What?” Riley exclaimed, eyes wide. Evan could feel dread fall to the pit of his stomach. If what was going on was true, he was going to have to be even more cautious than before.
“I know. At this very moment he’s going through the registration of Animagus, investigating them. If they are even just the tiny bit suspicious they are arrested. Those unregistered and caught are instantly thrown into Azkaban, no questions asked.” As if to prove his point the train suddenly jerked, causing some of the luggage to fall from above them.
“Gah, of course.” Abel sighed, moving to pick up the carriers. Riley also began to help but Evan sat there, his face becoming pale. “Buts thats just asking for another uprising…” He finally spoke, looking to Abel. His friend shrugged sitting back down. “You know the Ministry, a bunch of cowards the lot of them. They’ll always go looking for a scapegoat to blame their troubles on.” On that note, they all became quite, watching the scenery outside past by them.
I will be fine, he assured himself. The ministry isn’t going to suddenly arrive at Hogwarts… But for some reason, he still didn’t feel any better.