The Rebirth of Harry Potter

Who else could it be but Harry?

Actually, when Hermione was knocking on compartment doors,

Harry had already heard her.

Originally, he had planned to introduce himself when she finally reached his compartment.

But then—

Malfoy suddenly appeared.

And, of course—

He just had to play the role of an arrogant jerk.

Seeing Hermione on the verge of tears,

Harry immediately stepped out of his compartment.

There, he saw—

A small, trembling figure.

Like a tiny, helpless flower, shivering in the cold wind that was Draco Malfoy's arrogance.

"Looks like Malfoy needs some… proper training."

Harry's eyes glinted dangerously.

Just then, Malfoy felt a chill run down his spine.

As if an icy wind had pierced straight into his bones.

Draco's Worst Nightmare

Malfoy frowned.

There was something familiar about this guy's voice…

But before he could place it,

Harry completely ignored him.

Which—of course—only made Malfoy even more furious.

"Who are you?! Are you actually defending this… Muggle?!"

Malfoy shouted angrily.

Harry finally turned around,

A playful smile on his face.

"Oh? Isn't this the not-so-cute little brat I met in Diagon Alley?"

Malfoy's face flushed red.

Not out of embarrassment—

But out of pure rage.

"It's him!

"It's that bastard from Diagon Alley…!"

"Tsk, I really am too kind-hearted sometimes, huh? What do you think, Little Brat?"

Harry smirked.

Malfoy's Identity Crisis

It took several moments for Malfoy's brain to catch up.

But when it did—

His expression darkened.

"Who are you calling Little Brat?! I am Draco Malfoy!

The heir of the Malfoy family! Do you even know what that means?!"

At first, his tone was furious.

But as he continued speaking,

His voice gradually turned into one of pure arrogance.

He snorted disdainfully.

Then, as if it was the most important thing in the world,

He proudly declared—

"My father—"

Harry Strikes Back

"Hold it, hold it—"

Harry interrupted, waving his hand.

"I don't know who your father is."

"I don't care how powerful your family is."

"But if you keep walking around with your nose in the air like that—"

"Don't you think Little Brat is a fitting nickname?"

"...You—!!"

Malfoy trembled with anger.

"I AM A MALFOY!"

Poor Draco—

He had never encountered someone like Harry before.

And unfortunately for him—

He had no idea how to fight back.

Desperate, he clung to the only thing he had left:

His family name.

But then—

Harry casually dropped a bombshell.

"Huh… Funny.

Did you know that the great Malfoy family was founded by a half-blood?"

"And that despite all your 'pure-blood' nonsense—"

"The Malfoys have actually been secretly marrying Muggles for generations?"

Draco froze.

His face turned deathly pale.

And then—

He took two steps back, completely shaken.

Draco knew.

Of course, he knew.

But…

He had never expected someone to call him out on it.

At that moment,

Draco Malfoy felt like all his weaknesses had been exposed.

He could never win a battle of words against Harry.

So—

There was only one thing left to do.

He turned his head away,

And spat bitterly:

"Let's go."

Then, without another word,

Draco stormed off with his two cronies.

Malfoy's 'Strategic Retreat'

"Hmph! This isn't over!"

"I'll get back at him someday!"

"The great Malfoy will NEVER be defeated!"

With that self-delusion,

Malfoy convinced himself that this was a tactical retreat.

Not an embarrassing loss.

But just as he was about to walk away…

Harry called out lazily—

"Wait a second."

Draco stiffened.

His footsteps halted immediately.

"Don't you think you forgot something?"

Harry said casually,

As he stepped forward, blocking Malfoy's path.

Draco's heart skipped a beat.

"W-What?"

He asked nervously.

"An apology, of course."

Harry's voice was calm.

But somehow, it sent shivers down Draco's spine.

Draco snapped back angrily:

"Apologize?! To a filthy—"

"Hmm?"

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just a simple hum—

But it immediately silenced Draco.

For some reason—

The moment Harry's emerald-green eyes locked onto his,

Malfoy felt a terrifying pressure.

"...I..."

Draco gritted his teeth.

Then, as fast as he could—

He muttered under his breath:

"Sorry."

And before anyone could say another word,

He turned to leave again.

Not So Fast, Malfoy

"Wait—"

Harry called out again.

Draco stopped dead in his tracks.

His entire body stiffened.

Slowly, he turned around, gritting his teeth.

"NOW what?!"

He demanded.

Harry tilted his head.

Then, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world,

He said—

"You never said who you were apologizing to."

Draco's eye twitched violently.

With the grace of a dying man,

He turned toward Hermione,

And, through gritted teeth, forced out—

"Miss Granger."

Harry nodded approvingly.

"Much better."

He patted Malfoy's shoulder,

As if he had just done something admirable.

"We're all classmates now."

"Let's try to get along, alright?"

Harry smiled warmly.

(Narrator: And in that moment—Draco Malfoy knew true suffering.)

Malfoy's Unforgettable Nightmare

Draco Malfoy swore—

He had never seen such an infuriating smile in his entire life.

"Why are you still here?"

Harry tilted his head, genuinely puzzled.

Draco froze for a second—

Then, as if his life depended on it,

He spun around and stormed off.

His two loyal bodyguards hurried after him.

Hermione's Gratitude

Hermione finally lifted her head.

Her eyes were still a bit misty—

But now, there was also a small, grateful smile.

"Um… Thank you."

She said softly.

"I think I'd like that smile even more…"

"If you gave it to me after your eyes had dried."

Harry teased.

Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly.

She looked down shyly.

Neville, the Next 'Problem Child'

Harry glanced behind Hermione—

Where a nervous-looking, chubby boy was standing.

His entire posture screamed:

'Please don't notice me.'

"Neville, right?"

Harry asked.

Neville jumped slightly, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"Ah—ah, yes! Um—d-do you need something?"

He stammered.

Harry lowered his voice slightly.

"I'd like to have a private chat with Miss Granger."

"Could you head back to your compartment for now?"

"Seriously… Why is he whispering so quietly?"

Harry thought.

"Where is Neville's so-called 'hidden courage'?"

Neville nodded quickly.

"Oh! Yes—of course!"

Then, keeping his head down,

He scurried off like a frightened bunny.

Hermione, the Stubborn One

Hermione kept her head low.

Her bushy hair covered most of her face.

"Let's go."

Harry said, turning away.

Hermione bit her lip.

She didn't move.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind.

"He didn't even ask for my opinion!"

"Why should I listen to him?!"

But—

Despite her inner protests…

Her legs started moving on their own.

"Ugh! Why am I following him?!"

"I'm so mad at myself!"

The 'Dangerous' Private Meeting

Harry slid open the door to his compartment.

Then, with an inviting smile—

"Come in."

He said.

Hermione hesitated for a second.

Then, she peered inside.

"You're alone?"

She asked, slightly suspicious.

"Yep."

Harry grinned.

Then—

His expression suddenly turned 'fearful'.

He crossed his arms over his chest and dramatically gasped—

"Wait…

You're not planning to do something strange to me, are you?"

Hermione: O__O"…

With a deadpan expression,

She walked inside and sat down.

Harry let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

Then, in a slightly disappointed tone—

"Ah, so you weren't planning anything strange…"

"How disappointing."

Hermione: (╬ಠ益ಠ)

"WHO would want to do anything strange to YOU?!"

She huffed angrily.

Then, trying to ignore him,

She crossed her arms and asked—

"So? What did you want to talk about?"

The 'Suspicious' Reason for Meeting

Harry leaned back comfortably.

Then—

"Oh, nothing much."

"I just wanted to spend some time alone with you."

"…I'm leaving."

Hermione stood up immediately.

Harry laughed.

"Haha, just kidding! Just kidding!"

Then, extending his hand,

He flashed a charming smile—

"I'm Harry Potter."

"And you are?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I already told you, didn't I?"

Then, she paused.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Wait…

Which 'Harry Potter' are you?"

Harry blinked.

Then, looking genuinely confused—

"Uh… There's only one Harry Potter?"

Then, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world—

"You know—"

"The one who made Voldemort cry for his mommy?"

Hermione sighed heavily.

Then, rubbing her temples—

"Ah… So it really is you."

"The famous one from 'Modern Magical Events' and 'A History of Dark Magic'."

Her voice lacked any excitement.

She sounded tired.

Like someone who had just had their idol shattered.

"Why does he act so… so… ugh!"

Hermione's brain short-circuited.

Harry pouted slightly.

"Hey! What's with that face?!"

The Unnecessary Distraction

Suddenly—

"Knock, knock."

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Harry called out.

The door slid open,

Revealing a smiling woman with dimples.

She pushed a small trolley inside.

"Would you like some snacks, dears?"

She asked kindly.

"No, thank you."

Harry said.

"Yes, please!"

Hermione said at the same time.

Harry raised an eyebrow,

Looking at Hermione with mild amusement.

She was staring curiously at the trolley's selection of strange magical snacks.

But then—

She noticed Harry's teasing smirk.

So, turning her head away,

She stared stubbornly out the window.

"Never mind. I don't want anything."

She said pettily.

Harry chuckled.

Then, turning back to the trolley—

"Actually, we'll take some snacks."

He picked out a variety of treats—

Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, Licorice Wands, and more.

Then, handing over a single gold Galleon,

He filled the entire table with food.

The trolley witch smiled warmly.

Then, closing the door behind her,

She left them alone again.

Hermione's Silent Suffering

Hermione's eyes twitched slightly.

Inside, she was screaming—

"So unfair! So shameless!"

"I wanted to buy snacks first!"

"Now he's just eating in front of me on purpose!"

She stubbornly kept her gaze fixed on the window.

Then—

A bag of snacks suddenly appeared in front of her.

Harry leaned forward slightly,

Resting his chin on his hand.

"Here.

Half of these are yours."

Hermione glanced at him suspiciously.

Then, turning her head away—

"Who wants your food?"

She huffed.

Harry smirked.

Then—

"Ohhh, I see…"

"You actually want me to feed you instead?"

Hermione: (╬ ಠ益ಠ)