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I know I know I suck. The week just seemed to fly by and the next thing I know it's Friday. And I hadn't finished chapter. I'm sorry Please don't come burn my house down. Oh just a warning the next chapter is going to be the sorting chapter and it might not be up for a while because I am swamped with work and things to do. In the meantime review and tell me if Dudley should be a Neville type Gryffindor or pretty bold Hufflepuff. The more reviews I get the more it reminds me to post the next chapter. I love you all.

The compartment errupted with laughter. They had only met Ron Weasley less than half an hour ago and Dudley had already succeeded in embarrassing The Boy Who Lived with several stories of their childhood. The most recent being the time Harry had climbed a tree in their backyard using magic, and then being too afraid to climb down.

Harry smiled slightly as Dudley started off on another tale, this time about how he Dudley had once blown up a birthday cake in uncle Siri face, before he turned and looked out the window at the countryside racing past. Despite the fact that he was now farther from home then he had ever been Harry felt his nervous being wiped away replaced by excitement of the adventure that lay ahead.

Despite insisting that they're going to be late Lily still had found time to fuss over her son and nephew before they got on the train. As it pulled away from the station Harry caught a last glimpse of his father and godfather waving brightly and his mothers smiling albeit tear-filled face before the train rounded the corner and they were lost from sight.

Harry was shaken out of his thoughts by the noise of the compartment door sliding open.

"Anything from the trolly dears?" asked the plump little old witch who was pushing it.

Harry and Dudley jumped up, pulling the little money bags that James had given them from their pocket as they did so. Ron on the other hand just shook his head rather sadly holding up a sandwich as he did so. Harry, feeling sorry for the boy, decided to get extra so they could share.

"Yuck," said Ron peeling back the bread of his sandwich to check the contents. "She always forgets I hate corned beef." Then blushing added, "Mum doesn't really have that much time, with so many of us.

Harry understood. He had seen Ron's huge family on the platform outside. Four boys, one girl and two older brothers who had already left school. Their mother must be busy.

Here," said Harry tossing Ron one of the packages he'd bought. Ron opened his mouth to protest but Harry cut across him, "I insist."

"Thanks," murmured Ron smiling at him. Harry smiled back and as he did so he felt a small warmth in his heart.

They spent a very pleasant hour or two eating Bertie Bots Every Flavour beans and Pumpkin Pasties. While they ate they chatted about nothing in particular. Eventually the conversation turned to magic.

"Fred gave me a spell to turn Scabbers yellow," said Ron gesturing to the fat rat on his lap. "but I don't think it works."

"Let's see," said Harry leaning forward to get a better look. Ron raised his wand, but before he could say anything the compartment door slid open.

"Neville's lost a toad," said a girl with bushy brown hair and big front teeth. "Has anyone seen one?"

They all shook their heads but the girl had caught sight of Ron's raised wand.

"Are you doing magic?" she asked excitedly. "Let's see then."

Ron looks taken aback but cleared his throat and continued,

"Sunshine, daisies, butter, mellow Turn this stupid fat rat yellow."

Nothing happened.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" asked the girl. "Well it's not a very good, is it? I've tried a few simple ones just for practice and they've all worked for me. I'm Hermione by the way Hermione Granger. And who are you?"

"Ron Weasley," said Ron.

"Dudley Dursley," said Dudley.

"Harry Potter," said Harry.

"Are you really?" asked Hermione. "Wow you're really famous."

"I know," replied Harry in a bored tone.

"Well it's been a pleasure meeting you all but the driver says we're nearly there so you might want to get your robes on."

"Fine," said Ron irritably. "But only if you leave."

Hermione rolled her eyes and flounced out of the compartment, sliding the door shut behind her.

All too soon they found themselves walking out onto a dark platform in Hogsmeed Station. Turning nervously on the spot the three boys looked around for some sign of the way they ought to go. Suddenly a lantern loomed out of the darkness bobbing over the heads of the other students.

"Firs' years! Firs' years this way."

There you go next chapter. Again I'm really sorry I didn't update on Friday but if you could pretty please review anyway it's much appreciated. Should Dudley be in Gryffindor or Huffelpuff? You tell me. The next chapter might take a while so just bare with me. I love you guys, keep reading.

Amy