Harry Potter

(You are Draco Malfoy)

Beginning of Autumn. Beginning of sixth year. This year promised to be special. Harry was eagerly awaiting his return to Hogwarts. This wonderful place had truly become a second home to him. And, of course, he was looking forward to seeing his friends, Hermione and Ron. But despite Harry's high spirits, his morning wasn't going well. First, he nearly missed the express. To make matters worse, he jumped into the wrong wall, still half-asleep. Passersby glanced strangely at the boy lying against the wall, rubbing the bump on his forehead. He'd slammed into the wall so hard it went black before his eyes. *

• The worst part was that neither Hermione nor Ron could travel with Harry. Hermione had some Muggle business to attend to and wouldn't be able to arrive for another couple of days. And Ron wouldn't be arriving until the evening with the twins. *
• It seemed that was it. He'd boarded the express and could have calmly enjoyed the ride, but alas, what a pity, there were practically no empty seats left. Poor Harry had been looking for a seat for half an hour. Finally, he opened one of the back compartments. There was only one other person in it. Potter was so happy he didn't even look to see who it was, he just asked hopefully: -Is this place occupied?