Disclaimer: All of the characters you know aren't mine. Those you don't recognize, as well as the plot, IS mine- so no stealing it!

Author's note: well, this is my first, so R&R. ON WITH THE SHOW!

Chapter one: Back to School

"Harry! Come on! It's time to get up, mate!"

Even though he heard his friend Ron's voice, Harry pretended not to, and rolled over in his bed. "Urnngmmm.." he moaned in reply.

"Come on!" Ron said impatiently, tugging on Harry's sheets, "We're going to be late for the train, Leo! Twittersing is already downstairs completely ready and mum's gone berserk! We have to hurry!"

Harry looked up to see Ron throwing things pell-mell into random trunks. Harry sat up and threw his pillow at his friend, whacking him in the back of the head and sending a few feathers flying. They shared a laugh and Harry got out of bed, reaching for his jeans.

"Alright, I'm up!" Harry announced putting on his pants, "Now stop fussing about like a mother hen and get dressed yourself. Here, let me do that for you-"Harry grabbed his wand, pointed to the trunks and muttered "Scourgify!" and the room cleaned itself. The drawers pushed themselves in, books righted themselves and shirts, robes, pants and socks fit themselves neatly into their respective trunks.

"Thanks, Leo" Ron said breathlessly, peeling off his maroon nightshirt

Harry grinned at his newfound nickname. "No problem, Scurry" Harry looked about the room for his shirt. He put it on and looked into the mirror trying to flatten the collar.

"You need a hair cut, Scruffy!" the mirror commented

"I like it this way!" Harry stated defiantly, rumpling his hair. In the mirror, he saw an average looking 17 year old with jet-black hair and round green eyes. Harry was off to his 7th and final year at Hogwarts. This was not so unusual, but many other things were. For one thing, he had been made Head boy. This surprised him more than anyone else he had told. For another thing, he was a lot taller and stronger. Since the past month had been spent at the Burrow with Ron and his family, Harry didn't have the usual backbreaking chores that Aunt Petunia set him to keep him into shape. So, he had convinced Ron to go to the gym with him a few times a week. Ron was more excited than Harry thought any self-respecting teenager should be about weight lifting, but Harry didn't want to rain on Ron's parade.

Ron thought of how funny it was that full-grown men would regularly lift heavy pieces of metal for seemingly no reason at all. He used to say so, too, until he nearly got himself into a fight with a very formidable looking man. After that, he kept his questions and comments to himself, at least until they got back to the Burrow. After getting dressed and good-bye's to the Weasleys, Harry, Ron, and Hermione Apparated to King's Cross station, got onto Platform 9 ¾ and made it to the train seconds before it left.

"Phew," Ron said, flopping down onto the seat in an empty compartment. "I'm glad we got to the train on time," Hermione said, sitting across from Harry and Ron, "If you two hadn't have passed your apparition tests yesterday, we never would've made it." "Just because you could apparate perfectly after 4 tries doesn't mean everyone else will get it as quickly," sneered Ron. "Harry," Hermione said, ignoring Ron's comment and rummaging through her bag, "shouldn't you be in the prefect's compartment telling the prefects what to do? You are Head Boy now..."

She pulled out a very thick book and cracked it open.

"Oh- er, yeah, I s'pose.." Harry shrugged. "Well, get going then," Ron grinned, "We'll be right here."

"Okay. Later, then."

Harry stood and left, making his way to the prefect's compartment. The Head Girl wasn't there yet. He wondered who it could be. He had asked over the summer and it wasn't a fellow Gryffindor as far as anyone knew. But, before he realized it, the prefects from each of the four houses filled the room, and yet the Head Girl was nowhere in sight. Well, I guess I'm on my own then, Harry thought. He told the prefects all that the letter had said to tell them, answered their stupid questions, and sent them on their way. He walked back to his own compartment. Now, Neville Longbottom had dropped in, and he and Ron were playing Exploding Snap. As usual, Hermione was still deeply absorbed in her book.

Neville looked up at the sound of the compartment door sliding open, and smiled when he saw whom it was. "Hello, Harry," he greeted, "Had a good summer at the Burrow with the Weasleys?"

"Yeah, it was cool," Harry replied, "but I want to hear about your vacation. They say your parents are cured. Did you have a good time living with them?"

Hermione looked up. "Neville- your parents are cured??? That's spectacular! Tell me all about it!" Neville grinned. "Well, their attendant was sort of new and he tripped, you see, and did some sort of charm- they still have no clue exactly what he did- and it hit my parents and knocked them unconscious. Well when they woke up, my mother asked the nurse, calm as you please, 'Excuse me my dear, but could I possibly trouble you for a cup of tea when you get the chance?' After that..."

Harry stopped listening. He had read all of this in the last Daily Prophet. Turning to Ron, he muttered, "Those prefects were murder. Sorry it took so long, but they're regular gits, the lot of them." "I was a prefect!" Ron whispered. "Yeah," Harry agreed, "but you were a cool prefect. These set, well, they reminded me of Percy. Except the Gryffindor ones, of course." Ron grinned. "Of course!" Harry looked out of the window and thought outloud, "I still can't believe I was made Head Boy..." "I still can't believe Hermione didn't get Head Girl!" Ron commented in an awed voice.

"Yeah. I wonder who it is..."

"Who what is?"

"Who the Head Girl is...She never showed up to school the prefects."

"Really? That's strange."

Yeah...Strange..."