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"Wow..." murmured Harry as he glided through the barrier to Platform 9 3/4. He was looking at the gleaming scarlet steam train, spouting a dirty grey smoke, which had come to symbolise home, happiness, friendship, and, most of all, a place where he was welcome. He turned towards the frizzy head of another third of the trio and asked, "it really hasn't changed at all, has it, Hermione?"
The warm brown eyes, flickered towards him, and a bright smile graced her face, "of course not, Harry, don't be silly - it's only been summer, not that long, really."
"Long enough, Hermione, look, is that Ron waving at us, the tall, gangly one with red hair, freckles and dirt on his nose?"
"Stop teasing, Harry!" And the short girl latched onto the arm of the not-much-taller male and dragged him towards the form of the enthusiastically waving ginger. When they reached him, Hermione let out a put off, "oh, my God!"
"What?" asked the man with happy blue eyes. "Ron, you have dirt on your nose. Harry, I'm sorry - you weren't even teasing."
"I was," smiled Harry, "it's almost like the first time we met."
"Yeah," said Hermione, and then her tone turned taunting, "but if I knew all the sticky situations we'd get stuck in, I would have stayed away..." and she ran away before the two men - one with messy black hair, and the other with tidier red hair - had a chance to comprehend what she had said, but when they did, an identical smirk painted itself onto their faces and, with an almost deadly serious voice, they spoke in unison,
"get her."