Chapter Eight: Practice; Like Father, Like Son; The Hogwarts Express

July 1989

Ginny was practicing wandless magic. She was now able to levitate multiple items, and move them in odd formations without dropping anything.

Earlier that week, Fred and George had been invited to their friend Lee Jordan's house. As they hadn't blown anything up recently, Molly allowed them to go. Percy was spending most of the summer in his room doing his summer homework, Bill was in Egypt, and Charlie had just left for Romania.

Since the older boys were all preoccupied, Molly played chess with her youngest son, Ron, every afternoon.

For Ginny, this was the perfect opportunity to practice magic.

Molly was beginning to worry about Ginny. Sometimes she would walk into a room, and see Ginny sitting perfectly still with a blank look on her face. She would have thought that Ginny was asleep with her eyes open, but she always seemed to be alert during those times.

So, today, Molly decided to talk to her only daughter about it. She sent Percy and Ron down to the village for something she "needed" from the store, and walked silently up the stairs to Ginny's room.

She pushed the door open silently, and stared in amazement.

Ginny was levitating several pillows and stuffed animals, and was just beginning to levitate some books as well.

"Ginny…" Molly said in surprise.

Everything dropped, as Ginny spun towards the door.

"Mum?!"

She was in trouble now, she just knew it.

"How…never mind. We'll talk to your father about this when he gets home."

Ginny was scared. 'What will they say?'

Molly went to the fireplace and immediately placed a floo call to Hogwarts.

"Molly," Professor Dumbledore said, "What a pleasant surprise. How is your family?"

"Fine, fine…well…something strange is going on with Ginny. I'd like your opinion on it. Do you think you could come over tonight after dinner?"

"Of course, Molly. Around eight o'clock, then?"

"Yes, thank you. I'll see you tonight, Professor."

Molly began cooking dinner, wondering what she would say to Arthur.

When Arthur got home, she immediately told him about Ginny, and that Professor Dumbledore would be over that evening.

Dinner was quiet, partially because the twins were not there, and partially because Ginny and her parents were wondering what Dumbledore would say.

Just before eight o'clock, Arthur sent Percy upstairs to play chess with Ron. He didn't think that any of the boys needed to know about Ginny's new talent.

A few minutes later, the fire turned green and out stepped Professor Dumbledore.

The professor smiled at the adults. "Hello, Arthur…Molly, it's good to see you again. Ahh…" he said turning toward Ginny, "…this must be the young Miss Weasley that the young Mr. Weasleys brag about.

Ginny blushed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. My name is Ginny," she murmured rather shyly.

Dumbledore smiled kindly at the young girl and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Ginny."

Molly was twisting her hands nervously. Now that it was time to tell him about Ginny's powers, she wasn't sure if she wanted to, prophecy or no.

"Professor, would you like some tea?" Molly asked.

"Tea would be lovely, Molly. Thank you," was his response. He felt it would be best if she had time to calm her nerves.

Molly went into the kitchen to make the tea, and all too soon it was ready.

After the adults were seated, and drinking their tea Molly said, "Ginny, why don't you tell the professor about what you were doing earlier?"

It was Ginny's turn to be nervous. "I-I was levitating some things," she stammered.

"Where did you get the wand, and how did you learn the incantation?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"I didn't use a wand or an incantation, sir. I just willed it to happen…and it did."

He sat back in his chair in shock. "Where did you get the idea to do that?" As he asked this he attempted to enter her mind, and failed. When that happened, he realized that, short of a full strength attack on her mind, which he didn't want to risk, he would be unable to enter her mind.

Ginny told him exactly what Harry had told her to. "I just figured that since the magic is in us, not the wands, then, why couldn't someone do magic without one? Also why do we need an incantation if the magic is in us? The words don't make things happen, our intent does."

All three of the adults were surprised by this. An eight year old had accomplished what few adult wizards could. Dumbledore asked her to show him what she was able to do thus far, and she complied.

After asking Ginny not to tell anyone of her talents, Albus Dumbledore left, but not before telling Arthur and Molly that they should allow Ginny to continue practicing.

He also offered to give her private lessons once she was in Hogwarts. In truth, he would only be able to give her suggestions on what to do. She had already surpassed him in wandless magic.

Later that evening he flooed back to Hogwarts and collapsed wearily into his office chair, leaned over his desk and placed his head in his hands.

'Merciful Merlin, the last person who had that level of control over their magic was Tom Riddle. Please, don't be the next dark witch. Two in the past century is far too many.'

"Come in, Minerva," he called out, despite the fact that the witch hadn't even knocked yet.

"Albus, how was your evening with the Weasleys?" Minerva asked as she conjured and sat down in a straight-backed wooden chair.

"Well, the youngest Weasley, the only girl who is eight, can do wandless, spell-free magic. The last person with that level of control was Voldemort. I am going to have to keep an eye on her. In addition, she is a supreme Occlumens, though I have no idea how she could have learnt it."

Minerva was stunned. 'First Harry and now Miss Weasley…what on earth is going on with today's children.'

She thought carefully before responding to this revelation. "You forget, Albus, that she was raised by Molly Weasley. There is no one less likely to become evil than one of Molly's children."

"Ahh, but Minerva, you forget…We also thought, once, that Sirius Black would never turn dark like the rest of his family."

Minerva pursed her lips to keep from saying what she truly wanted to, 'Sirius can be, and is trustworthy. He's innocent.' However, if she had said this, Albus would have thought that she had drunk a befuddlement potion.

- - - -

The next week, Minerva was back at home for a month. She decided to use her first night back to talk to the nearly ten year old Harry.

"Harry, it would seem that you are not the only child who can do wandless, spell-free magic. The other, Miss Weasley, is a year younger than you. She is not yet to your level, though. In addition, when Albus saw what she was capable of, he offered her private lessons in it when she arrives at Hogwarts. He only offered it so he could keep an eye on her. He fears that she could be the next Tom Riddle." With that, Minerva gave a very unladylike snort of disgust.

"Erm…Who is Tom Riddle?" Harry asked. He had been wondering that ever since he found out that it was the name of the boy in his 'memory'.

"Tom Riddle was the boy who became Voldemort."

Harry suddenly realized what his 'memories' were. They were in fact Voldemort's memories. 'I must have gotten them when he attacked me. I wonder if that is why I can speak Parseltongue?'

"The idea that a Weasley could turn dark is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. But Albus compared it to trusting Sirius," Minerva told him.

Harry burst into laughter, "Thanks, Aunt Minnie, I needed that."

- - - -

July 1991

'Five, Four, Three, Two, One…' Harry counted down the seconds until it would be July 31st. He was now officially eleven.

In eight hours, he would get up for his birthday breakfast. Aunt Minnie was going to make pancakes; and Remus, Dora, and Carina (their daughter) would be coming over.

After breakfast, Remus and Dora would take him to Diagon Alley for school supplies, while Aunt Minnie babysat Carina.

The plan was for Harry to morph his appearance and shop alone. Remus and Dora (under a glamour charm and morphed, respectively) would tail him to be sure that he didn't get into any trouble. Remus and Dora weren't actually shopping with him, because anyone with him would be arrested if he were recognized.

Harry had informed Ginny of when he would be going shopping, and she had somehow manipulated her mother into going on the same day. Harry had shown her what he would look like so they could actually see each other in person, even though they couldn't 'meet'.

Harry finally drifted to sleep while thinking of Ginny.

The next morning he had the best birthday to date. He got a Nimbus 2000 from Aunt Minnie, a snowy owl (who he named Hedwig) from Remus and Dora, a snitch from Aunt Andi and Uncle Ted, and a box of pranking 'supplies' from Sirius.

After eating a huge breakfast, Remus and Dora apparated Harry to an alley very near the Leaky Cauldron. They left him there and apparated inside the pub to wait for him. Five minutes later, he was walking into the pub as a slightly smaller than average boy with wavy brown hair and brown eyes.

Remus and Dora had expected Harry to immediately walk through the pub to the entrance to Diagon Alley. Instead, he sat down at one of the tables and ordered a butterbeer. It was obvious to them that he was waiting for something, but what?

Remus noticed that Harry kept looking toward the fireplace every few seconds. At around five minutes past ten, the fire turned green. Out stepped a tall, slender teenage boy with red hair. A moment later two more boys, slightly younger than the first, stepped out, followed by another even younger boy, and a small red haired girl.

'Wow, she's even more beautiful in person,' Harry thought as his eyes lit up.

Remus made note of Harry's reaction to the girl. Dora, however, noticed the girl looking back at Harry, and, blushing slightly, smiling at him. Harry instantly returned the smile.

Fortunately for Harry, none of Ginny's brothers noticed the exchange.

As soon as their mother exited the fireplace, the large family made their way out back.

Harry downed the last of his drink and followed them. Their first stop was Gringotts.

This was where Molly Weasley noticed the looks being exchanged by the boy and her daughter. Harry had somehow managed to beat them to the bank, and was two places in front of them in line. He kept turning and looking back at the youngest Weasley.

This alone was enough to astonish Molly, but nothing prepared her for what happened next.

The goblin asked Harry for his key; Harry shook his hand, handed him the key, and said something to him in perfect Gobbledygook.

Throughout the rest of the day, Molly saw the boy everywhere they went. If he didn't go into the same store as them, then he went into one nearby.

During all of this, Remus and Dora fought back the urge to laugh. Remus had told Dora about the first time James saw Lily, it was also when they were shopping for their first year school supplies, and James' reaction was identical to Harry's. James followed Lily around the Alley like a puppy dog. Lily and Ginny were also both red heads.

Aside from a brief incident at Ollivander's, the day went by smoothly. Ollivander knew, despite Harry's appearance, exactly who he was. Thankfully, Ollivander had a strict customer confidentiality policy.

Later that evening, when they had apparated home, Remus wasted no time in telling Sirius and Minerva about Harry's crush. This of course, greatly interested Minerva. After all, Ginny and Harry were the only known children who could do wandless, spell-free magic.

Despite her curiosity, Minerva held her tongue and said nothing about it, but she did give Harry some advice. "You should become friends with the youngest of the boys; you are in the same year at school, so it should not be hard to do. If you want to impress the twins, then you should pull an elaborate prank, and if you want to impress the oldest Weasley that's still in school, then you need to get good grades. However, as we don't want you to gain too much attention due to your advanced capabilities, you should aim to be second best in your year," was her advice.

Harry intended to take it.

- - - -

A month later he was packing his trunk to leave. Poor Sirius was going to be lonely without him there, thankfully the Lupin family had promised to spend every weekend with the dog to keep him from going stir crazy.

Harry had bought himself a seven compartment Auror trunk. In the first compartment, he placed his clothes; the second one was for his books, photo album, journal, parchment, quills, and ink. He put his toiletries and owl treats in the third compartment; and in the fourth he put his potion and prank supplies, and the enchanted mirror.

The prank supplies that Sirius had created were amazing. There were: dye pellets (throw them at whatever you want to change color), polyjuice pills (look like a totally random muggle for an hour), truth tablets (take one and for the next thirty minutes you have to tell nothing but the truth, great for truth or dare), glue gum (chew five times then place on something, the next thing to touch the gum will be stuck there for three hours), and quivering quills (looks ordinary, but try to write with it and your handwriting looks like Padfoot held the quill in his mouth to write).

Harry could hardly wait until the next day.

He was going to Hogwarts!

- - - -

Harry knew how to get onto Platform 9 ¾, however, just as he was nearing the barrier, he heard a familiar voice.

"…packed with Muggles, of course…"

A familiar looking family of red heads was walking past.

Harry knew that this would be the perfect opportunity to meet the Weasleys. He pushed his cart nearby and waited for the right moment to approach them.

"Now, what's the platform number?" Molly asked.

"Nine and three-quarters!" Ginny said, rather excitedly.

"All right, Percy, you go first."

The eldest of the boys moved to face the barrier, paused, then walked at a steady pace toward it. A moment later, he was gone.

"Fred, you next," Molly said turning towards one of the twins.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear."

"Only joking, I am Fred," the boy said, and off he went.

Harry barely managed to hold back his laughter. 'Ginny was right, the twins are hilarious.'

Fred was closely followed by George. It was time.

"Excuse me," Harry said, plastering a nervous expression on his face.

"Hello, dear," she responded, "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new too." She indicated her youngest and only son left on the platform.

"Yes," said Harry. "The thing is…the thing is, I don't know how to…"

"How to get onto the platform?" she said kindly, and Harry nodded.

"Not to worry," she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."

"Err…okay," said Harry. She took the bait: hook, line and sinker.

He pushed his trolley around and began to walk toward the barrier. He broke into a slight run and a moment later, he was through.

He stopped and stared in wonder at the scarlet steam engine. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd.

Harry slowly walked down the platform looking for an empty compartment. He finally found one near the end of the train, and carefully put Hedwig inside. He then began struggling to lift his trunk.

While Harry was strong from his martial arts training with Remus, and his fencing with Sirius, he was still smaller than the average eleven year old. He just couldn't seem to lift his trunk enough. Just as he was about to wandlessly levitate it in, while pretending to lift it, one of the twins spoke to him.

"Want a hand?" the boy asked kindly.

"Yes, please," Harry panted.

"Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!"

With the twins' help, Harry's trunk was at last tucked away in the luggage rack.

Harry turned to the twins and grinned. "Thanks," he said, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

"What's that?" George suddenly asked, pointing at Harry's scar.

"Blimey," said Fred. "Are you…?"

"He is," said the first twin, "Aren't you?" he added to Harry.

"What?" said Harry.

"Harry Potter," the twins chorused together.

"Oh." Harry blushed. "Yes, I am."

The two boys stared in shock for a moment before they snapped out of it.

"I'm Fred Weasley," said George, "And he's George."

"Oy, you can keep your own name, thanks." Fred smacked his twin upside the head, and turned to Harry. "I'm Fred."

"Right," Harry said, "If you can't tell yourselves apart, then I will certainly never be able to. It's nice to meet you both, no matter what your names are."

"Oy, Gred, I like this kid."

"Me too, Forge, me too. See you around, Harry." With that, the two boys left the compartment.

'Yes, the twins will make perfect marauders,' Harry thought to himself as he pulled on his school robes. He sat down on one of the seats and gazed out the window, looking for the Weasleys. At last the crowd parted enough for him to see them. He had no qualms about listening in to their conversation to find out what they thought about him.

"Ron, you've got something on your nose," Molly said, pulling out her handkerchief.

Ron tried to jerk out of her way, but wasn't quick enough. "Mom…geroff." He managed to wriggle out of her grasp.

"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" said one of the twins.

"Shut up," Ron muttered half under his breath.

"Where's Percy?" said their mother.

"He's coming now," Ginny piped in.

The oldest of the boys came striding into sight. He'd already changed into his school robes, and Harry noticed a shiny silver badge on his chest with the letter P on it.

'A prefect badge,' he thought to himself, recognizing it from a box of Moony's old school things.

"Can't stay long mother," Percy said. "I'm supposed to head to the front of the train for the prefects meeting with the Head boy and girl."

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" Fred asked with an air of great surprise.

George jumped onto the bandwagon, "You should have said something, we had no idea."

Ginny, eyes sparkling with mirth, now joined in, "Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it."

"Once…" Fred said.

"…Or twice…" George continued.

"…A minute…" came from Ginny.

"…All summer," the three finished in unison.

"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.

"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" George asked.

"Because he's a prefect," Molly said fondly, brushing imaginary lint off of Percy's shoulder. "All right, dear, well, have a good term…send me an owl when you get there."

She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins. "Now, you two…this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've…you've blown up a toilet or…"

"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet."

"Great idea though, thanks, Mum."

"It's not funny. And look after Ron," Molly said.

"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us."

"Shut up," said Ron.

Fred's face lit up. "Hey, Mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?"

'Here it comes…' Harry thought quickly.

"You know the black haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?" George continued.

"Who?" Molly asked curiously.

"Harry Potter," they chorused together.

"How do you know?"

"Asked him. Saw his scar. It's really there…like lightning," said Fred.

"Poor dear," Molly said softly. "I wonder who he's been living with, and why they weren't here to see him off. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform."

"Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?" said a twin.

Molly opened her mouth to snap at him, when to everyone's surprise (including Harry's) Ginny spoke up.

"Don't you dare ask him any such thing…if you so much as think about it again, I'll Bat-Bogey you!"

Both of the twins paled. "Yes, ma'am," they said respectfully.

The warning whistle sounded.

"Hurry up and get on the train, boys," Molly said, hugging them quickly.

The three boys clamored onto the train just as it started to move.

"Oy, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls telling you about our pranks," one twin called out.

"Naw, we'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat," the other yelled out.

"George!" Molly snapped, glaring at the boy.

"Only joking, Mum."

Harry watched Molly and Ginny wave to the boys as the train drew farther and farther away.

'Goodbye, Harry.' The thought appeared in Harry's head in the form of a soft feminine voice. He knew it was Ginny.

The door of his compartment slid open, revealing the three Weasley boys.

"'Lo, Harry," one twin said.

"All the other first year compartments are full, do you mind if Ron joins you?" the other asked.

"No problem. Hi, Ron, I'm Harry."

Ron's neck turned red from embarrassment. "Hi. Nice to meet you." He sat down rather dejectedly in the corner of the seat opposite of Harry.

"Listen…if either of you need us, we're going down the middle of the train…Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there." And the twins were gone before Harry could say goodbye.

A minute passed in silence before Ron burst out, "Are you really Harry Potter?"

Harry chuckled, "Yeah."

"Oh…well, Fred and George joke a lot, so you never know for sure when their telling the truth," Ron said. "Have you really got…you know…" He pointed at Harry's forehead.

Harry pushed his hair back in response.

"So that's where…"

"Yeah."

"Do you remember what happened?" Ron asked eagerly.

Harry looked uncomfortable. "Yeah, but it's not something I like to think about you know. I can still hear my Mum. It's horrible."

"Oh." Ron looked uncomfortable now, and stared at his feet. "Sorry, mate. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"Not a problem. I guess I should get used to it." Harry paused for a minute, then asked, "So are all your family wizards?"

"I think so…Actually, I think Mum has a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him."

"So you must know lots of magic already."

"No, not really. We're not aloud to do magic until we're in school…unless it's accidental of course," Ron said. "Actually, Fred and George gave me a spell to turn my rat yellow, but it didn't work. I think they made it up to make fun of me."

The boys were silent for a bit, just watching the scenery fly by.

Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"

Ron's face went pink, and muttered something about having brought sandwiches, but Harry leapt to his feet and bought some of everything.

Ron stared in shock as Harry dumped the load onto the seat. Harry turned to the red head and said, "Think fast." He tossed him a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

"Whaa…"

"Don't just sit there." Harry laughed. "I can't eat all this by myself. My guardian told me to by loads of candy for me and whoever else was in the compartment. Eat up."

Ron stared in shock for a moment, then opened the box and began to eat. His sandwiches lay in his pocket, forgotten.

The boys had a grand time eating candy, and exchanging chocolate frog cards.

Around mid-afternoon there was a knock on the compartment door. A round-faced boy that looked familiar to Harry came in with a bushy haired girl.

"Have either of you seen a toad, I seem to have lost him?" The boy was near to tears.

"No, we haven't," Ron said.

"What's his name," Harry asked kindly.

"T-Trevor."

"Accio, Trevor," Harry muttered, flicking his wand, and a small green toad flew out from under a seat to Harry's hand. "Here he is. My name is Harry, and this is Ron. What are your names?"

The girl spoke up. "My name is Hermione Granger, and this is Neville Longbottom."

"Longbottom," Harry asked, "As in, Alice and Frank Longbottom?"

"Ye-yes," Neville stammered.

"Awesome, our moms were friends. My mum was Lily Potter." Harry grinned at Neville.

Hermione's eyes went wide. She'd read about the Potters.

"You're Harry Potter?" Neville asked in shock.

"Yeah…Hey…why don't you both hang out with us for the rest of the trip?" Harry offered.

Hermione looked pleased. "We'd love to," she piped in before Neville could say anything.

Just as they sat down, the door slid open. A slender blonde haired boy and his two thuggish companions entered.

"So, is it true? Are you really Harry Potter?" the blonde boy asked imperiously.

Harry raised and eyebrow, gave the boy an appraising look. "Who wants to know?"

The three seated with Harry began to look back and forth between the two boys as though they were at a tennis match.

The blonde boy flushed to a light shade of pink. "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. And this is Crabbe and Goyle." He indicated which bodyguard was which by an inclination of his head.

"Aahh, so you're a Malfoy." Harry leaned back in his seat and linking his fingers, placed his hands behind his head in a gesture of relaxation.

"Glad to see that you recognize the names of people who are important," Draco said arrogantly. "So…you are Potter then."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I don't recall introducing myself to you though."

"Hmph…I just wanted to introduce myself." Malfoy looked at Ron as though he was a bug on his shoe. "A word of warning, Potter, if you keep hanging out with riff-raff like the Weasleys then you'll be an outcast. I can help you there." Malfoy offered his hand to Harry to shake.

Harry just looked at it, raised an eyebrow, and looked in Draco's face. "That's funny…Mr. Weasley works for the Ministry of Magic, a very respectable job. Mrs. Weasley is a charming woman who raised six boys and a girl to be wonderful, caring human beings with MANNERS! Bill Weasley works as a curse-breaker for Gringotts, a very difficult job that proves what a powerful wizard he is. Charlie Weasley could've played quidditch for England, but chose instead to work with dragons, helping to ensure that they don't become extinct. Percy is a prefect, and a shoe-in for Head boy-ship. Fred and George Weasley are the greatest pranksters to grace the halls of Hogwarts since the Marauders in the 1970s. Ron is the master of chess, and loyal to the core. Ginny, the only girl, has more magical power than you could ever dream of having. And to save you from attempting to insult Neville and Hermione: Neville is ten times braver than a coward like you, and Hermione has the potential to be the greatest witch of our age. Them…riff-raff? Naw…riff-raff is people who think that they are better than everyone else, and think that they're too good to hold down a job."

That said, Harry slowly stood up, still looking Draco in the eye, and waited.

Malfoy's face was now bright red with anger. "Someday, you'll get yours, Potter!" He shoved his 'friends' out of the compartment and stormed after them, slamming the door shut.

Harry sat back down in relief.

"Umm…Harry," Ron said.

"Yes, Ron."

"How did you know all that about my family? I never told you about them."

Harry looked him in the eye and said simply, "I know about all of the light-sided wizarding families. Of course, I also know all about the dark ones too."

A moment later, the compartment door opened. The twins walked in with uncharacteristically serious faces. "We heard that whole conversation, Harry. Thanks for sticking up for our family. Unfortunately, a lot of the 'pure-blood' families think that they're better than us, just because we're poor."

"Idiots…the lot of them." Harry looked serious. "You are rich in all the ways that count. You have a family that loves you, and that is all that matters."

"You're right," one twin said. "We have a tendency to forget how lucky we are sometimes. Thanks for reminding us."

"No problem."

"So…," the other twin said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Harry, how do you know about the Marauders?"

Harry grinned. "Simply put?" The twins nodded. "I am Prongs Jr."

Both boys looked stunned.

"Who are the Marauders?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry grinned. "The Marauders were a group of pranksters in the 1970s. They were my dad, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. They called themselves Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail. The teachers never did figure out the identities of the Marauders."

"You are our hero," George said.

"You have got to start pranking with us," Fred said. George nodded in agreement.

Harry grinned, "I'll consider it."

A moment later, the train began to slow down.

When it stopped, the twins rushed off to meet their friends; and Harry and the other first years made their way towards a very large man who was calling out, "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!"


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