Alana's notes: Hey everyone! My friend Jamie and I decided to write a story together, taking it in turns to write each chapter. But we'll be helping each other write the chapters, so it'll be like 2 brains instead of one! That's the theory anyway, we can only hope to put it into practice. Somehow, I got bullied into writing the first chapter. So here it is! It takes place at the start of Harry, Ron and Hermione's 6th year.

Disclaimer: While we wish we owned Harry Potter, quite obviously we don't.

Chapter 1 – The Adventures of My Morning

Harry was quiet. Possibly because there was no one to talk to in the empty Hogwarts Express carriage he was sitting in, but still, he didn't make a sound. The eerie lack of noise was…soothing. But, he supposed, even after the short amount of time he had spent at The Burrow over the summer holidays, this muffled silence was welcoming. The Weasley's and Hermione hadn't let him spend a second on his own – purposely, he knew – and he was savouring this small amount of alone time.

Although, he admitted, it would have been a lot easier if Ron and Hermione didn't have prefect duties to attend to. Harry was having a lot of trouble explaining to hoards of girls why there was no room in the evidently empty carriage for them. Harry himself wouldn't have believed half of the outlandish tales he came up with, and he was the most gullible person he knew! Aside from Ron, of course, but that went without saying. Or thinking. He supposed that now that he had been proved right, and the wizarding world no longer thought him a crazed lunatic, he was back on girls' hit lists. For some reason, a lot of them found fame attractive, right? Idiots.

Harry was (literally) knocked from his reverie as the carriage door was thrown open and a bright pink handbag (with very pointy edges) came flying into the carriage, smashing into his head.

'Ouch,' he mumbled as he rubbed his head and looked up to determine why he was being assaulted by U.F.O's. He immediately wished he hadn't.

'Harry!' came the high pitched squeak of an unknown female fifth year covered in so much make up Harry felt sure that a chisel would be required to find her skin. Her shrill was followed by several giggles from behind her voluptuous frame. 'Are you ok? My silly friend Stacey didn't hurt you did she?' She didn't look the least bit cross as she 'sternly' looked toward the good-looking girl beside her. Stacey didn't look the least bit sorry herself for the collision of her handbag with Harry's head. Harry rolled his eyes at their pathetic attempt at entry into his cabin.

He wasn't given a chance to mumble a reply before the girl continued. 'So, now that you're ok,' Harry raised his eyebrows as he continued to rub his wound, 'I'm Danica,' she batted her eyelids so quickly they seemed a blur to Harry's unfocused eyes. 'Would we be able to share your cabin with you? There are none left!' She declared as she led her pack of giggling pink things into the room.

'Uh, no, actually,' Harry stuttered as Danica began to sit beside him. He leapt to his feet.

'Why not?' She asked, clearly not amused at being denied access.

'You see, well…' he frantically threw his head around the room for an excuse. 'There's… a problem,' Harry lamely concluded, obviously not finding an answer.

'A problem?' Danica repeated in awe. Probably of his stupidity.

'Yes, and we're all in grave danger by being in this carriage!' he cried, throwing his hands into the air. What the hell was he doing?

'Grave danger.' Stacey stated, raising one eyebrow.

'Yes, so you have to leave quickly! There's a pack of…' again, his eyes searched the room, looking for an answer. His eyes rested on one of the groupie's hairstyles. '…GRINDYLOWS in here!!' He cried, as the girls screamed and gave each other worrying looks. Danica was not convinced.

'Grindylows?' she repeated again.

'But they're practically harmless. And…don't they live in the water?' Stacey asked.

'Ah, but you see, this is a really nasty type of land dwelling super grindylow. You'd better escape before they… ruin your hair!' Two of the groupies screamed and left the room.

'Well, should we call someone then? The lunch lady?' Danica asked, still fairly reluctant to believe Harry's story as her eyes swept the room for a trace of this 'formidable' creature.

'No, don't worry, I can handle it. Now go, run for your lives! And kindly warn others not to come in here! Ah, we don't want anyone hurt.' He concluded, ashamed of his story. The groupies sped from the room, and Danica and Stacey left slowly, Stacey retrieving her handbag on the way.

Harry sighed and collapsed onto the lounge. Land dwelling super grindylows? What the hell was he thinking? He closed his eyes as he heard the carriage door open again.

'No, not again,' he groaned, and flung his hands up before his face.

'Mate, what's wrong?' asked a familiar voice. Harry opened his eyes.

'Ron!! Thank goodness! I've had the worst morning, girls throwing themselves at me every which way, handbags colliding with my head, invisible 'pets' somehow escaping into my cabin, magazine contracts, lunch dates, chocolates, cards and bloody land dwelling super grindylow infestations in my cabin! I think I would have cracked if you didn't turn up.' He finished, sinking back into his chair.

Ron was silent for a moment. 'Land dwelling super grindylows?'

'Just don't.'

'Please?'

'No.'

'Ok then.'

The two sat in silence for the next couple of minutes. Finally, Ron felt it was ok to speak again. 'Girls throwing themselves at you? How is that a bad thing!?'

'Trust me, it's a bad thing.'

Ron pondered this statement. 'Hey, who says I have to trust what you think? How do you know girls don't throw themselves at me?' Ron asked, offended.

'Because you asked.'

They sat in silence again.

'Why are we so terrible with girls?' Ron asked.

'I dunno, they're a mystery, aren't they?' Harry replied.

'To tell you the truth, I wouldn't know. Maybe we ought to try a little harder this year. I mean, you had that stint with Cho last year, but really, you could go for something a little more solid than that, right?'

Harry just mumbled a reply.

'Well come on then. Are you in, or are you out?' Ron asked.

'In on what?'

'Our…deal, our bet.'

'We're betting now?'

'Yes, in fact, we are. We are going to bet on who can have the strongest relationship throughout this year. If it doesn't work with one girl, then we'll have to move onto the next, trying to find the right girl.' Ron replied.

'Can I bet on you winning?'

'No.'

'Fine. What does the winner get?'

'Apart from bragging rights? Hmm, something fun. Something…binding. How does 6 months slavery sound? The loser has to do whatever the winner asks – within reason of course – for 6 months.'

'Um, ok then,' Harry replied. 'But who will decide whether it's within reason or not?'

'Hermione?'

'Ok then,'

'So are you in?'

'Yeah, ok, I'm in. I assume that you are too,'

'Of course, seeing as I designed it and all,' Ron replied.

'Good point.'

'Well, seeing as we're now officially betting, don't send anymore girls away!' Ron told him sternly.

'Ugh yuck. They weren't girls. They were monsters. I deeply hope that the story of the land dwelling super grindylows spreads.' Harry finished.

Ron stared at him, stunned. 'Well then you've got no chance this year mate! And the front two of the group leaving the carriage were pretty hot, you've gotta agree.'

Ron was still laughing when the door opened again. Harry braced himself for whatever could be on the other side. He breathed an extremely audible sigh of relief when he saw that it was just Hermione.

'Hey Hermione!' Harry greeted. 'How come you didn't turn up when Ron did?'

'Ron skipped the last duty,' Hermione answered. Ron blushed as Hermione glared at him. 'But is everything okay in here? There's a rumour going around about grindylows infesting your carriage Harry. Which I knew wasn't true, as any sensible person would realise that grindylows are water dwelling creatures, but I thought that something else might be wrong?' Hermione finished worriedly.

Harry sighed again. 'Sit down, Hermione, and I'll explain The Adventures of My Morning…'

Alana's notes: So there is chapter one. Please review and tell us what you think! Even if it's just to tell us that you hate it, we would love any reviews. Please tell us how to fix it! Have fun!

Alana