Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The World of Elves ❯ Train Ride ( Chapter 1 )

Train Ride

 

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“…” - talking

`…' - thoughts

< …> - Arabic

/…/ - Japanese

//…// - Chinese

\...\ - elf

\\…\\ - Egyptian

 

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Today was the day. Harry Potter was going home to Hogwarts. It had been the only home he felt safe at. His uncle, Vernon, was a mean and crude man. He beat Harry once a day, sometimes more then that if he was in a bad mood. His cousin, Dudley, and his friends liked to use Harry as a punching bag that was until they found out about the elusive creatures called girls, so Harry was safe from them.

 

Harry was not allowed to go to Ron Weasley's house, or off the property, and not even allowed any contact with other witches and wizards. Because of that, he didn't get anything for his birthday. And the only letters he got were his Hogwarts letter and a note telling him that they had gotten hi school supplies for him which are waiting in his dorm. So it all came down to a very boring and very painful summer.

 

Now Harry was sitting in his room with everything he own packed in his trunk. Even though he was coming back, he did not want Vernon going through his stuff, plus he did not own very much.

 

“BOY GET DOWN HERE NOW!” Vernon shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

 

Harry got up from where he was sitting and hauled his trunk down the stairs. Vernon was sitting impatiently by the front door.

 

“Hurry up boy. You're going to make Dudley late.” Vernon took Harry's trunk and went outside. Harry followed him and got into the back set of the Dursley's car. Dudley was still on a diet, but he seemed to be gaining more and more weight. There was barely any room for Harry. Vernon got into the car and drove to the train station.

 

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Kris was pacing around the platform. His long waist length medium blue hair went flying everywhere. He usually had silver hair with medium blue streaks and pointy elf ears, and looked more like a girl then he did now. But that was his true form and he always wore an illusion around everyone but close friends and family.

 

Kris was waiting for Trowa. He had called Kris around three in the morning saying that Quatre did not need his help and that he decided to help Kris instead. Kris had a feeling that it was more than that so he accepted Trowa's help.

 

So here he was waiting for Trowa to come. How hard was it to find the 9 3/4th platform? Kris glanced at the entrance again. There stood a man with brown hair covering one side of his face so you could only see one green eye. It was Trowa.

 

Kris started walking towards him, but a red head and a curly brown harried girl beet him to Trowa.

 

“Where have you been?” the girl asked.

 

“What happened to your hair?” the red head asked.

 

“It's almost time for the train to leave.”

 

“What happened to your hair?”

 

“What took you so long?”

 

“What happened to your hair?”

 

`What's wrong with this boy? Can't he say something else?' Kris thought to himself.

 

“Sorry about this summer…”

 

“What happened to your hair?”

 

“…but you know…” the girl glared at the red head.

 

“What happened to your…” the girl put her hand over the red head's mouth, successfully shutting him up for now.

 

“Ron, is the only thing you can think of is Harry's hair?”

 

“But Herm…”

 

“Where have you been Trowa?” Kris put an arm around Trowa's shoulders. “You're later then you said you'd be.”

 

The girl turned around and glared at Kris. “I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong person.” She said as she took her hand off the boy's, Ron, mouth and put both hands on her hips.

 

Kris just ignored her. “So, how's Quatre? His sister's giving you any trouble?” He smiled at Trowa. Kris only showed a little emotion because Trowa was there.

 

“Wha…” that girl started but Trowa cut her off.

 

“Quatre is fine; he doesn't need know I'm here.” That's all he was going to get out of him for now. He would wait till later to talk. The girl looked speechless.

 

“Harry, over here.” Two more red heads were waving their arms in the air trying to get someone behind Trowa's attention. They must have gotten that person's attention because the two came running towards us.

 

Or maybe not. For the net thing the group of four saw was the two red heads glamping Trowa.

 

“What are you two doing?” a voice behind Trowa asked. Everyone's attention was taken away from the two red heads and went toward the voice. There stood a brown haired kid with odd looking glasses and a lightning bolt on his forehead.

 

<This must be the one we're to gourd.> Kris said to Trowa. Trowa pushed the two red heads off of him. <He matches the description the head master gave me.>

 

“Sorry…” One of the two glumping boys said.

 

“…about that.” The other finished. The girl was staring at me.

 

“What language was that?” she asked. “And who are you?”

 

“Arabic. The name's Yuy Kris.” The girl looked like she didn't believe me.

 

“Trowa Barton.”

 

“We told you who we are, now you must tell us your names.” The train whistle blew, telling them that it was time to go.

 

“Lets get on the train first.” The red head named Ron said.

 

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Trowa silently observed the group of people. Four of them had confused him for someone else. Though he could see why, they did sort of look alike. His sort of look-alike was the reason Kris was there. Kris was to protect the kid from any assassins or what not.

 

Trowa was only here because he ha a fight with Quatre. He would have to tell Kris eventually. One reason was to get him to help with Quatre. Another is that Kris is family. And any way, Kris would find out eventually, even if Kris had to read his mind.

 

“So who are you?” Kris looked impatient.

 

“Fred Weasley.” One red head said.

 

“George Weasley.” Another said.

 

“And this is …”

 

“Our little brother…”

 

“Ron Weasley.” The third red head finished for them.

 

“Harry Potter.” Trowa's sort of look-alike said. Hew looked a little scared, like a bunch of people were going to swarm in and do something.

 

“Hermione.” The girl said in a huff. “Sorry about earlier we…” The door to the compartment opened, interrupting her. There stood a platinum haired boy. At first glance, Trowa thought that he might be an elf, but on a second glance he realized that the boy was definitely not human but he also was not an elf.

 

“Well, well, well. If it isn't Potter and his looser friends.” The boy took a step into the compartment while his two thugs stood outside.

 

“What do you want, Malfoy?” That started a heated discussion between the two groups. It looked like the boy did not realize that Trowa and Kris were in the room yet. Trowa looked over at Kris and raised an eyebrow. <Should we interfere?> Trowa asked.

 

<No, let's wait it out and see if Harry can take care of himself.> Trowa looked back over to the new boy named Malfoy. Everyone was looking over at them except Ron, who was yelling crud things at Malfoy for one reason or another.

 

“What did you just say?” Malfoy looked a little shocked yet mad, but he quickly hid it. “And this time in English, and not gibberish.”

 

It's Arabic, Malfoy. You would know that if you weren't such a stuck up jerk all the time.” Ron said after he finished with his crud words. Malfoy glared at him.

 

“So who are you anyway? And why are you hanging out with Potter?”

 

“Names Yuy Kris and that's Trowa Barton. We are hanging out as you put it with Harry because there was a misunderstanding that needed to be clarified. Now if that is all, please leave us alone so we can figure things out without your constant jabbering.”