Kapitel 8: Chapter 08
"Ha ha! I knew it. Make sure to stay on your toes these next few days. The early days are key—everything anyone says is going to be a clue to events that will come up later. In fact, make a list. Here," Milo said, passing Harry a sheet of parchment and a quill from his belt. "write down everyone you've met who could be described with more than two adjectives, everything anyone said in a quiet voice that was cut off before they could finish, and every named character you've been introduced to, okay? It will be relevant. There may be an exam on it later, and it will probably be pass-or-die. Have you started gathering your party together yet?"
"My—my party?" Harry asked, while he started writing down a list of names.
"Oh, you know, a quirky bunch of allies. Friends to help you through dangerous times and adventures, that kind of thing."
"I—I can't say that I have."
"Okay. The next two to three people you meet will stick with you for life—unless they're future recurring villains, of course."
The door to the compartment slid open, and a lanky (one), red-headed (two) boy came in.
"Anyone sitting here?" he asked, pointing to the seat next to Milo. "Everywhere else is full."
The boy had a black mark on his nose (three! We have a winner) and seemed to be glancing nervously at Harry.
"Hey, Ron," Harry said.
A pair of identical (one), freckled (two), equally red-headed (three!) twins walked to the door.
"Listen," one of them said to Ron, "we're going to the middle of the train – Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right," mumbled Ron.
"Harry," said the other twin, "did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then."
"Bye," said Harry and Ron. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out.
Harry nodded. This was getting to be almost too much for Milo. Finally, the solo adventure was over, and there was someone else to soak up damage.
Harry pulled back a fringe of hair to show his lightning-bolt scar more clearly.
"So, that's where You-Know-Who...?"
"I, um, I do not know who," Milo said.
"Oh, blimey! You don't?" Ron paused. "I don't think we've met—I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."
"Milo Amastacia-Liadon, but please just call me Milo. Anyways, what's with this You-Know-Who character?"
"He was this dark, evil wizard who went on an unstoppable rampage of death and destruction. Well, that is until Harry Potter—I still can't believe you're actually him—proved to be too much for him and he died."
"What, just like that?" Milo asked.
"I wouldn't say it was 'just like that,'" Harry said. "He—he killed my parents."
"But he's gone, though," Ron said. "And good riddance, too."
"No, he's not," Milo sighed. "But you probably won't believe me. See, in my experience, when a Dark Wizard dies under mysterious causes, he'll come back ten to fifteen years later more powerful than before. And that's assuming he's not a lich."
"You talk a lot of nonsense, you know that?" Ron said. "Cool rat, though."
"Thanks," Milo shrugged. "His name's Mordy."
"Neat. I've got one too, he used to be my brother's." Ron pulled out a fat, grey rat, who appeared to be quite dead.
"Uh, I think what you have there is an ex-rat, actually," Milo said.
"Nah, he's alive. He's just useless. His name is Scabbers."
"That seems oddly appropriate," Milo said. "But, enough character development. Tell me more about this Dark Wizard."
"There's not that much more to it," Ron frowned. "What did you want to know?"
"Well, for starters, there's his name?" Milo said. "Because, really, I don't know who."
"Uh, they also call him He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but I always thought that was a bit of a mouthful," the redhead said, somewhat uncomfortably.
"Voldemort," said Harry, who had been silent. "He's called the Dark Lord Voldemort."
Ron gasped.
"What?" Harry asked.
"You said You-Know-Who's name!" said Ron, sounding both shocked and impressed. Milo tuned out as they continued chatting and comparing back stories and such. Ron came from a poor family with lots of kids, Harry was an orphan raised by Muggles, yadda yadda. Milo looked out the window for the first time since he'd seen Neville.
"Sweet, merciful, Pelor! We're moving!" Milo shrieked. "How? What? How? Why? How? When?"
Harry and Ron glanced at each other.
"Uh, you alright mate?" Harry asked.
"I—I've never been on a train before," Milo confessed. "I can't believe how fast we're moving."
"What? Who never heard of a train? Everybody knows about trains," Ron said. "They're just big metal things that move on rails, nothing to them."
"But it's moving so fast," Milo said in awe.
Shortly later, there was a loud clattering sound by the compartment door, and a trolley selling candy came by. Milo and Ron passed, not having any money to speak of, but Harry bought just about the entire cart. Harry shared his candy with them all (Neutral Good, eh? Milo could live with that) which seemed to be a big moment in his life for some reason. Milo never really paid much attention to food in the past; he'd spent his first 350 gp on Everlasting Rations and had more or less subsided off of that ever since. The savings over the years were astronomical. Milo started listening again when Harry opened his Chocolate Frog. In the package was a card containing a picture of Albus Dumbledore.
"Oh, hey, that guy with the beard," Milo said.
"You know him?" Harry asked.
"Oh course he does, everyone's heard of Dumbledore," said Ron.
Harry turned the card over and read the back. Then he passed it to Milo, who read:
Albus Dumbledore, currently Headmaster of Hogwarts.
considered by many the greatest wizard of modern
times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his
defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945,
for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's
blood and for his work on alchemy with his partner,
Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys
chamber music and tenpin bowling.
Milo passed the card back.
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