For once, Harry thinks he's finally managed to get through a year trouble free-his eighth and final year. That is, until an incident on the train ride home leaves his and Mafoy's wrist chained together.
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Chapter 1; Neville's accident
Harry leaned back against the aging seats of the Hogwarts express, content with how the re-do year had turned out. After seven straight years of somehow running into a vast variety of things and situations that had tried really hardto get him killed, the universe had decided to give him a well-deserved break.
Nothing, not even an exploding cauldron, had happened this year. He'd even gotten new HeadMistress McGonagall to put a ward around his and Ron's dormitory to keep the fan mail at bay.
Well, she sort of had to. The room had just about overflowed in the first week.
He was surprised-and glad-to find out that everyone at school treated him like they always had. He was greatfull, he didn't think he could handle everyone suddenly treating him like a god. He quickly swung back in the usual school routine. Even with some faces missing and the heat of the war still alive in some parts of the castle, it felt good to go back and let himself pretend that none of it happened. But now that be was leaving...
Harry shuddered. Don't think about it, he told himself. He relaxed himself and let his mid wander back to the happy thoughts of the past school year. Happy thoughts.
He couldn't help but smile to himself; this was a great year.
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Luna lovegood was wandering down the rather loud hallway of the 'Griffendor' section of the train. There really wern't such sections, but most of the houses choose to sit in the same part of the train save for a few first and second years.
Through the whole train, luna guessed Griffendor was the loudest section. She didn't mind, though. She thought being loud was a good thing.
She also thought the vial she was currently carrying under her right arm was a good thing-a potion she had found/stolen from Flinch when she accidentaly stumbled into his office. 'Brings people closer together!' The label exclaimed. Luna thought that was a wonderful thing. It also said; 'WARNING; Potion is still in trial stages; use at your own risk.'
Oh well! What could possibly happen?Luna concluded as she took the potion.
She once again became preocupied with the newest issue of Magic and it's Oddities in her other hand, only by miracle and outragous luck not stumbling or tripping over anything as she continued strolling about the train.
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Neville Longbottom was lost. He'd left the seating compartment he was sharing with the golden trio to use the loo, and now he couldn't seem to find his way back. No one he asked knew where they were, and he was begining to have a sneaking suspicion he was walking in circles-and he didn't even think that was possible on a train.
He'd resigned himself to moping, acceping his fate, while giving his search one last go.
He was beigining to become down right miserable when he spotted luna a few yards away from him, engrosed in a colorful magazine.
Without thinking, he ran forwards in renewed hope.
"Luna!"
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Draco malfoy sat at one of the more luxurious café-like tables with Theo Knot and Blaise Zabini.
His white eyebrows knotted together and his shoulders were tense. He was growing impatient, and above all, scared.
Blaise, noticing his discomfort smirked and patted him on the back.
Draco gave him a foreboding look, but that only made the darker boy chuckle louder.
"You sure you' a guy, Dray? You seem more like a chick on PMS."
Draco whined. "I can't help it. In half an hour I get off the train and go straight to a foster home! I don't get the mansion, my money, anything. I'm as good as a muggle born now! It's a disgrace to the Malfoy name!"
"Wasn't Pansy gonna help you with that or something?"
"She was," Draco drawled,
"But she's been gone for the past hour! I swear, when that bitch gets ba-"
Theo winked at Blaise while Draco was mid-scentance.
"Totally the PMS,"
Which earned him a slap from Draco.
"You guys don't even care that I'm being handed over to some perverts like used clothing!" The blond bit back, gaining attention from a few of the nearby tables.
Blaise frowned and slung an arm around the smaller blond. "We do care, Dray, and a lot. But there's nothing we can do about it. Our familys are in the pits too, but I guess at least we have someone. Sorry, Dray."
Draco shrugged the arm off his shoulder and stood up, the chair squeeking as it skidded across the floor.
"I'm gonna go find Pans," he said slowley before walking out.
Theo staired at Draco's back until the blond was out of sight.
"Is it just me, or do we seem like a pair of royal jerks?"
Blaise smiled saddly before answering, "It's just you mate, just you."
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Pansy Parkinson was snogging the life out of Jacob Mavious, a sixth year Griffendor.
He was tall for his age, which helped, but be was so shy with kissing that Pany felt like a slut with a virgin. Which, as she didn't want to admit, was probably the case.
But he was atractive, and Pansy told herself that was all that mattered.
She pulled away abruptly when she saw a flash of blond hair through the window-a ways down the corridor.
Shit.
She'd compleatly forgotten.
Draco must've seen her, because he rushed forward with new found stamina. She got to her feet and oppened the door, ignoring the protesting boy while at the same time, the compartment on the other side did, too.
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Harry's happyness and worry were begining to get...
Boring.
Even Hermionie had fallen asleep on Ron's shoulder, with Ron following suit not much later.
He continued to check the time on his all-too muggle watch when he heard a rather loud proclamation of "Luna!"
outsude their cubicle.
That sounded a lot like... Neville.
Intrigued, Harry silently got to his feet in a valiant effort to not wake the sleeping couple, and slid open the door-comming face to face with a rather mussed up looking Pansy Parkinson.
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Now, in the next several seconds, a number of things happened. Pansy stepped forwards, causing the running Neville to trip over it, becoming airborn and heading straight for Luna. Draco came up at that exact moment, almost crashing into Potter but opting to press against the wall instead as the Golden boy rushed to grab Luna before she fell. As he caught her, the vial under her arm flew up in the air.
Harry only had time to take a step back as the vial soared between the two boys, smashing against the wall between them and showerig them both in a pink, honey-like substance that almost immediately seaped into their skin. Five shocked seconds later, both boys felt the umistakable weight of metal around each of their wrists.
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