Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: All the books
Shipper: Harry/Jax; Draco/Jax; Ron/Hermione; Draco/Hermione; Jason/Hermione
Summary: A new-coming trio comes to Hogwarts...and brings everyone along for the time of their lives!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for The Marston Trio!


Chapter 1

"Right you are then, run right through it now!" Molly Weasley said, pushing a red-haired, blue-eyed, quiet-looking girl to move through to Platform nine and three quarters.

"Okay, bye Mum!" 15-year-old Ginny Weasley said, running with her cart and disappearing through the brick wall.

"All right then, now you, Ronald!" Molly grabbed a red-haired, freckle-faced, blue-eyed boy. He had grown a little taller since last year, and wasn't as scrawny looking as before. He had a little more color to his face, and, clearly, muscles started to form on his arms. She reached over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Bye, mum!" 16-year-old Ron Weasley said, running through the wall as well.

"Now, Harry! I want you to be good this year. If anything happens, anything at all.... send an owl! Remus, Arthur, Tonks, anyone of us will be more than happy to help." Molly said, pulling a black-haired, green-eyed, simple-looking boy in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead. He definitely matured since last year, but perhaps not in the best way. His face seemed older, weary, tired. His blue eyes were as stunning as ever, though, and he certainly grew a couple of inches.

"Okay, Mrs. Weasley, I will." Harry Potter nodded, and finally ran through the wall to the Hogwarts Express on the other side, relieved at last that he would be returning to his true home.

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"I heard that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named WAS really in the Ministry of Magic, and the Boy-Who-Lived, no other than Harry Potter himself fought him. He didn't beat him though...I think You-Know-Who apparated first." Harry heard a voice say as he was nearing the first compartment on the train.

"Oh yeah, well I heard that the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, had to fight BOTH He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and that mass murderer, Sirius Black!" another voice answered.

At the sound of his departed god-father, Harry stood in the door frame of the first compartment and looked with narrowed eyes at this young first-years who dared to mention Sirius.

"What did you say?" Harry said through gritted teeth. Four first-years in the compartment turned their heads in surprise to see someone drop in so quickly. Two gasped at the sight of the 'famous' Harry Potter, one stood up but dared do nothing, and the fourth strained to say something.

"You're-you're Harry Potter!" A blond-haired boy managed to stutter out.

"Yes, I am. And I swear, if you mention Sirius Black again, I'll-" Harry started. The first-years' looks turned to fear, knowing that Harry Potter had done so many marvelous things since his first year.

"Let's go, mate!" Ron said, wrapping his arms around Harry and pulling him through the aisle. After much struggling, Harry gave up and walked down the aisle to the last compartment. Harry walked in with Ron to see a brown-haired, blue-eyed, gawky-looking boy- Neville Longbottom, a rather pretty, smart and sweet looking girl- Hermione Granger, and Ginny already in there. Harry could hear Ron's breath being drawn in, and he turned to look at his friend. Ron was staring, clearly, at Hermione. Harry turned and must admit, she turned into a beautiful girl. She grew from last year, and her smile was as stunning as ever. Her face matured, still having gorgeous brown eyes and a few freckles started to show. She looked tanner though, and Harry noticed that her brown hair had blond highlights.

"Harry, Ron!" Hermione cried out. She ran to Harry and gave him a hug. "You look so good, Harry!"

"Thanks, Hermione..." Harry said sheepishly. He was still upset about the whole Sirius thing, and walked quietly to the window.

"Ron!" Hermione went to give him a hug. She pulled away first, though. "Wow, goodness Ron, you look...really good!" Hermione started to blush. Ron started to smile, his eyes sparkling.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Granger!" Ron said, pulling her into a one-arm hug. Hermione hugged him back.

"I didn't see any of you at Diagon Alley! I did look for you though, but the only people I saw were Seamus Finnegan and Malfoy." Hermione said, saying the last name with disgust.

"Oh really? How is that old git?" Harry asked, turning to Hermione, and seeing Ron's arm around her shoulder.

"Well, to tell you the truth...he's looks a lot better. And the funny thing is, he didn't even say anything to mean to. We ran into each other, literally, him coming out of the bookstore and me going in. And he didn't even say 'Move.'" Hermione said.

"Are you actually telling me that Malfoy was NICE to you?" Ron asked, removed his arm and turning toward Hermione to get a better look at her.

"Um, yeah. We bumped into each other, and he pulled away to look at me. Then, his eyes went all wide-eyed, and all he did was give me a little nod and said, 'Sorry...' Then, he walked away!" Hermione said.

"He said, SORRY?!?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Well, if you were as beautiful as you are now, I would' a done the same..." Ron said quietly.

"What did you say?" Hermione asked, leaning in and smiling.

"Nothing, nothing..."Ron dismissed it, turning away from a disappointed Hermione.

Harry plotted down in the seat next to the window, his breathing heavy. He was still upset about the stupid first-years, despite the fact that Ron and Hermione were actually getting along. Ron started to open his trunk and pulled on his robes. Then, with a finishing touch, he added on his prefect badge.

"Honestly, mate. You shouldn't get worked up about a thing like that. You know that what happened at the Department of Mysteries was the topic of every wizarding magazine and newspaper over the summer. " Ron said, sitting next to Harry.

"I know. But still, none of them were EVER there. They didn't even KNOW Sirius! If someone doesn't know the whole story, they shouldn't say anything at all!" Harry said, getting worked up.

"Harry, it's okay..." Ron started. Hermione shot a warning glance to Ron, knowing what he said would make it worse.

"NO, IT'S NOT!" Harry screamed. Ginny got up and walked out of the compartment, with Neville following close behind.

"Harry..." Hermione started softly.

"Stop! JUST STOP! Do you have ANY idea what it's like to have the only person I have EVER loved be taken from me...be...be KILLED right in front of my eyes?!?!" Harry started, tears starting to form. Ron looked down and Hermione closed her eyes, afraid to look at Harry. "You don't, do you? Do YOU know what it's like to be waking up in the middle of EVERY SINGLE BLOODY NIGHT, screaming Sirius' name? ONLY to realize that he's gone- FOREVER! He's...he's...gone..."

Harry's mouth started to tremble. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears were streaming down his face. "I...wow, I miss him so much..." Harry pulled in his knees and buried his head into his hands. Hermione, tears in his eyes as well, walked over to Harry, pushing Ron over. She sat down and gave him a hug. She wouldn't let go. Ron's eyes kept darting from the train floor to the two hugging.

"I'm sorry, Harry...I shouldn't of said anything..." Ron started.

"Yes, you shouldn't have!" Hermione took her arms from Harry and glared over at Ron. Ron looked upset and returned his eyes to the ground. Hermione's face began to turn from angry to sympathy.

"Well, we make mistakes..."Hermione said soothingly, rubbing Ron's back. Ron looked up at the feeling of Hermione's touch and smiled at her. She grinned back.

"No, I'm sorry I snapped. I just...I can't get over it. The more and more I think about it, I just get more and more upset...I just can't take it anymore..." Harry said quietly.

"Well, you DO know mate, that I'm always here for you." Ron said with a smile.

"And I second that!" Hermione agreed, smiling.

"Ugh, I think I'm gonna sick...WAIT a minute...do I see the famous Potter...CRYING?!?!" a cruel voice said from the doorway. Ron, Hermione, and Harry stood up to see a blond-haired, snobby looking boy standing in front of three mean-looking, snickering Slytherins: Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson.

"Malfoy..." Harry said, through gritted teeth. Malfoy definitely grew a couple inches since last year, and he wasn't that badly built either. He blond hair was sleeked back, and he smiled cunningly at Harry. Harry admitted though, that Malfoy did look a bit older and little more mature, perhaps even passing for remotely good-looking.

"How's your FATHER, Malfoy?" Ron said slyly, as Draco's stare turned icy cold, knowing it was these exact three that landed Lucius in Azkaban.

"Better than yours will EVER be!" He shot back. Ron started to pull out his wand, but Hermione got in between Malfoy and Ron, standing only inches apart.

"Stop it, both of you!" She cried, starting to push them in opposite directions.

"All right, then. Anything for you, Granger." Malfoy said, looking down to her. Ron stopped pushing toward Malfoy, and stood up straight, wide-eyed and his expression priceless. Hermione stopped pushing and looked up at Malfoy. Draco looked Hermione up and down, and leaned in closer. As Ron's face started to burn with fury, Hermione stood, breathing heavily, and refused to look Draco straight in the eyes. But Draco, growing closer, took his hand, and placed it on her chin. Tilting it up toward his face, and forcing Hermione to look and him, he whispered, "See you later." Then, he turned on his heel, and walked away, with the other three stunned Slytherins close behind.

Hermione took a sharp breath and sat down. Harry and Ron looked at each other and stood in front of her.

"What the bloody hell was THAT about?" Ron asked, nearly screaming.

Hermione looked up at them. "I don't...I don't know..." The three could feel the train start to pull to a stop. Looking out the window, they saw that they had finally arrived at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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