Different Deep Down

by AngelzGaze



Chapter One: Reacquainted Again



It was a long summer for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ever since the Dark Lord had risen, they were in fear. So far nothing horrible had happened, but all of them were aware that evil could strike at any second. Still, they were all eager to go back to school for their fifth year at Hogwarts.

"Harry! Ron!" shouted Hermione as they just walked through the barrier of Platform 9 3/4.

"Hi Hermione!" answered Harry.

"Hi. Come on guys lets go claim our usual compartment," said Ron. They all got on the train and settled in their compartment.

"Excited are you Hermione about becoming a Prefect?" smiled Harry.

"Oh, yes! Of course I am! On the train we're going to have a meeting! Oh I just can't wait until seventh year to see if I'm made Head Girl!"

"And after Head Girl, Minister of Magic, then taking over the world and after that ruling the universe!" laughed Ron.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," replied Hermione unamused by the joke. Harry, however, was laughing hysterically.

"Well, anyway, Fred and George got a job at Zonko's! They'll give us some good discounts I hope." said Ron.

"Great!" grinned Harry as he stopped laughing. The sliding door opened.

"Anything to eat?" Harry raced up and started picking treats off the cart.

"Hungry Harry?" asked Ron.

"Yup! Come on! Pick something out! My treat! I insist!"

"Well, if you insist," replied Hermione and Ron in unison.

When the cart left all three had bunches of goodies piled up in their arms.

"Thank you SO much, Harry!" smiled Hermione.

"Yeah, thanks!" said Ron.

"Oh gosh, look at the time!" Hermione said, looking at her watch. "It's time for the Prefect meeting! I'll be right back in a few minutes. Save my seat for me! Oh and save me something to eat also. Bye guys!" Hermione sped off.

Hermione ran across the corridor, turned the corner, and landed on the ground. She had bumped into something. Hermione looked up. She didn't bump into something. She had bumped into someone. Dazed she grabbed the hand reached out to help her.

"Thanks," she said.

"No problem," he said. Hermione instantly looked at the person she ran in to. She knew whom that voice belonged to.



Disclaimer Poem:

I don't own Harry,

Hermione, or Ron

Hey I said it

I'm not an ex-con

I haven't stolen,

taken, or sold

Anything from JKR's

stories she has told

So please don't sue

I don't own anything at all

Oh and the box's on the bottom's

for reviews I recall!