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There were more than twice as many robed figures as usual, due to the knew laws, and the muggles were staring at everyone like they must be missing something, which of course they were, but there was no time for that as we ran past platforms one through nine, not even trying to act casual as we ran through the barrier one by one.

There were Masks lined up against the walls, and we tried to ignore them as Zowii, Nessie, and I dragged our trunks into an empty compartment, then went back out to say goodbye.

There were kids everywhere crying, which was rare. Usually you only saw one or two first years that were already homesick, but with all the little kids there…

The trolley lady was handing out potions, luckily, but it was taking her along time, as there were so many kids. As the three of us made our way back to mum, Dorothy, Evangelene, and Bertha, something happened that necessitated action.

There was a little girl, probably Nessie's age, over to the right of us. She had a round face, very dark lips, and a long, complicated braid. She was crying, clinging to a very old man who was either her father or grandfather. A boy beside her, who was about twelve and looked a lot like her despite having darker hair and eyes, was speaking comfortingly to her, trying to pull her off the man.

Then it happened.

The Masks saw what was happening, and started towards them. We couldn't hear them from where we were, but the girl started crying harder, and the old man – who seemed very familiar… - was speaking very angrily to them. Then one of the Masks grabbed the little girl, actually trying to pull her away. The others were pulling out wands, pointing them at the old man.

Nobody on the platform was moving now, apart from the group in the corner, and I quickly caught Zowii's and Nessie's eye, and we started towards them.

"-but rules are rules, and the girl has to go like everyone else!" sneered on of the Masks, clearly enjoying the little girl's pain. "Now back off, old man, before we have to hex you!"

"Hey!" I called, and the Mask paused, glaring at me.

"Mind your own business, kid," another growled.

"I think hurting people because a little girl is homesick is my business." I said. They were stunned momentarily speechless, and I took advantage of that, turning to the little girl. "We all have to go," I said gently, "putting it off won't make it easier, and they might hurt you, or him."

Her lip trembled, and she whimpered, "It's not fair!"

I nodded, "I know." Then I got an idea. "This is Nessie, she's five, and she's starting this year as well." I said, and Nessie stepped forward, taking the little girls' hand.

"They have lots of candy on the train." Said Nessie, and the girl smiled slightly. "You can sit with us if you want to."

"My brother too?" she asked, and the three of us nodded. "Okay," she said, smiling even more, and I made a mental note to make sure she got some of the potion, lest she revert back to sobbing.

The platform was still silent, the Masks seemed to have been struck dumb, and everyone else, I assumed, was amazed by our daring act. The two kids hugged the old man goodbye, grabbing their trunks.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar?" asked Zowii boldly, and the Masks glared at her.

Talking and movement resumed as we walked with the two kids back to the train, hugging mum, Evangelene, Dorothy, and Bertha along the way. Mum whispered, "Congratulations," in my ear, Dorothy and Evangelene smiled brightly, and Bertha gave us a thumbs up.

As we walked by Sirius, Wyl, Shirley, Etienne, Sabs, and Emmett, they all grinned and saluted, through several people looked at them like they were mad.

It was ten fifty five now, though, and everyone was rushing to say goodbye.

I grabbed two potions from the trolley lady as we shuffled through to our compartment, handing them to the boy and girl as soon as we put their luggage up.

The boy smiled gratefully, already knowing what it was, and drank while his sister followed his lead.

"So, what are your names?" I asked as the girl finished her potion and looked much happier.

"Azraeh Harriet Dumbledore, and his name is Ambrose Neville," she said, I gasped.

"So…was that man your father?"

"Yeah," said the boy, "Aberforth Dumbledore."

Wow…he's really old.

How old?

I think…no idea. At least a hundred and twenty, I'd think.

Bloody hell…

Then the compartment door flew open, and five more people joined our group.

Rowen, Zaire, Anuja, and two young boys I didn't recognize were pulling the shades on the compartment windows, locking to sliding door.

"What's going on?" I demanded, instantly alert.

"Two things…" panted Rowen, "First, look at this." She tossed a Prophet at me, and I read the headline aloud.

"Ministry employee Josef Abbott disappears from home; Ministry suspects foul play." I gasped as I realized who it was, "Not Oakleigh and Symphanie's dad?"

Anuja nodded sadly. "You have to read between the lines. He spoke out against the Ministry, and now he's gone."

"Oh my God…" I collapsed into a seat, "It's just like last time, except now it's now one guy with followers, it's nearly everyone in power!"

Zowii looked shaken, but she frowned as she said, "What was the other thing?"

"Oh yeah," said Rowen, her round face going pale. "They're having dementors inspect the train."

Nessie gasped, Zowii turned slightly green, and Azraeh started to cry again.

"Dementors ?" I cried, "On the train?"

Before anyone could answer, there was an ear-piercing scream.

I jumped to my feet, followed by Zowii and Nessie, and we burst out of the compartment followed by Rowen, Zaire, and Anuja. Heads were poking out all down the hallway, and with a surge of pride, I saw more of the D.A standing ready with their wands out like us.

Before we could decide where the scream had come from, the magically amplified voice of Jolon Kiernan echoed through the train:

"Attention children, this is your headmaster speaking. We would like to ask you to please remain calm. The dementors are her to inspect the train for you security, and you have nothing to fear if you have nothing to hide. This will only take a minute, I assure you, so please do not be difficult…the dementors are not as forgiving as I..." his deep laugh echoed terrifyingly, and suddenly we were pushed by something unseen back into the compartment.

The doors closed, and I heard thuds and small cries as the other students were – presumably – forced back in as well.

"Forgiving my…" Rowen growled, clenching her fists.

"For our protection?" scoffed Zaire, "They must think we're stupid."

"Really stupid." Agreed Anuja.

"But that's a good thing." I said. Ten pairs of eyes looked at me like I was nuts. "Well, if they think we're stupid, then they'll underestimate us, which is exactly what we need."

They nodded.

"That makes sense," agreed Rowen, "But-"

And it happened.

First the long, rattling breath. Then the coldness, the lights turning off, and a robed black figure was pulling open the compartment door.

I forced myself not to reach for my wand, instead I grabbed Azraeh and pulled her into my lap. She was sobbing and shaking, and Nessie was trembling just as bad beside me and I couldn't see or feel the others and then…

I couldn't feel anything but fear, sadness, and regret…

My first day at Hogwarts, when I fell in the lake, the got lost on the way to bed and had to sleep on a windowsill…a Bogart taking the form of a giant, deep hole in Defense Against the Dark Arts, then shifting to a cornfeild…the day I got lost in a muggle forest –

But wait, my mind whispered to me, None of those were just you, you were never alone…when you fell in the lake, Zowii fell in after you. You both got lost that night, and when you were scared of the Bogart, she helped you. She and Nessie were with you when you got lost in the woods last year…you are not alone.

I couldn't cast a patronus, but the dementor was leaving, either pushed away but my happy thoughts, or simply done with his mission. The compartment warmed up and the lights turned on.

Azraeh was still shaking. Ambrose was very pale. Rowen looked extremely green, but other than that, everyone seemed…well not okay, but alive.

Not even thinking, I stood up with Azraeh still in my arms and reached up to open my trunk, silently thanking my mother as I grabbed a small bar of chocolate and sat back down. The two boys who's names I still didn't know were looking at me in confusion, but the others had there heads between their knees, heads pressed against the cool window, or were simply shaking uncontrollably.

I pointed my wand at the chocolate bar. "Engorgio." I said, and it grew to about four times its normal size. I passed out pieces to everyone.

"What's this for?" asked Ambrose, but before I could answer the smaller of the two boys said, "It's chocolate, so it releases endorphins, and is the best and only treatment after an encounter with a dementor." I was a little surprised, I'll admit, because the boy looked to be only around eight years old.

"I'm Severus Potter, by the way," he said, holding out his hand cordially, "But everyone calls me Sev." He nodded his head towards the taller boy, "This is my twin brother, Locklan, but everyone calls him Lockie."

The others – who had recovered slightly thanks to my mum's chocolate – were looking as confused as I felt. The two boys looked enough alike to pass for brothers, but twins?

Sev was at least three inches shorter, and he was wearing a fedora over his light-blond hair. He had a small face that was still round and he was thin. The other boy – Lockie – had a very round head, his blond hair parted neatly and slightly shorter in the back than Sev's. He was also thicker in the stomach, though not really fat. They both had olive-green eyes.

They seemed oblivious to our amazement, and Sev continued, "We heard you were – " he dropped his voice slightly "-re-forming the D.A."

I glared at Rowen, Zaire and Anuja as he said this. "This is supposed to be a secret!" I reminded them.

Rowen nodded hastily, "We know, but…I mean their grandfather started it all, remember?"

Oh. Right.

I frowned. "Nevermind then." Then I remembered, "Oh, by the way, these two are Ambrose and Azraeh Dumbledore." While everyone introduced themselves, I pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. We had lists to make.

A few hours later, after the entire D.A – plus several new people – had stopped by little by little, we had a list.

The list was made of up things we all thought we should do to prepare, lessons that were necessary, and what we could do to revolt.

Patronesses were a must, obviously, and so were basic defensive spells, and non-verbal spells. The most dreaded thing was definitely number seven 'Get into shape', because they all knew that we didn't mean 'Be able to run a mile without collapsing'.

It was necessary, though, and so was duplicating coding-quills and D.A coins, not to mention a hundred other things we needed to do.

In the same newspaper that Rowen had showed us with the article about Mr. Abbott, there were three other stories about 'disloyalty' and other people being 'detained', including one about a whole family, including three young kids, who had been sent to Azkaban.

"They aren't warming up to things like the Death Easters did," I said grimly after Lockie read the other stories aloud.

Anuja nodded, "I was thinking that too. Right after Kiernan was elected, it started to happen, right? And with the Death Eaters they had to kill Scrimgeor, imperise Thicknesse, and pass all those 'Muggle-Born registration' laws."

I nodded in grim agreement.

"We have to work fast as well," I stated, "Lie low for a few months, get everyone into shape and down with basic spells, then start the revolutions."

Ambrose, whom, along with Azraeh had immediately asked to join once they found out what we were doing, given that it was in honor of their Uncle, grinned in a slightly scary way.

It was getting dark now, and I could tell we were getting close.

We all changed into our robes, the kids under eleven wearing the plain black uniform that would be transfigured after they were sorted.

As the train pulled to a stop and we pulled down our trunks and animals, I prepared myself for the worst. I don't really know what I was expecting, maybe dementors lining the streets of Hogsmede, armed Masks every few feet, fog surrounding the train…

But everything looked normal – plus about a hundred extra kids. Hagrid could be seen easily over the heads of…well, pretty much everyone.

Before I could say it, Zowii voiced what I was thinking. "Do you think they'll take everyone across the lake? They're going to need a lot more boats…"

But as we walked past the dock were the first years usually went off, we saw a very large sailboat, simple white with The Pink Squid written on the side.

Hagrid was calling all the young ones over, and they boarded the boat warily.

"I'm scared…" whimpered Azraeh. I was so used to the mature attitude Nessie took to everything that it took me a second to realize that this was normal behavior for a five-year-old.

Then Nessie did something that made actually want to cry. She took Azraeh's hand, saying, "Its okay. It's just a boat. Plus, I hear they have tons of food at the feast when they get there. Do you like chicken?" Then they disappeared into the crowd after Jentry and Lexi.

As the rest of us walked to the carriages, I heard Emmett singing something softy…

"We thought it was over

We thought we had won

but evil continues forever on

so we must as well

in good times and bad

for it's our battle to fight

it's our battle to win

For we are Dumbledore's Army

They say we're kids who have grown up to fast

But we're Dumbledore's Army

and when everything fails, we hold to the last"

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So, the next chapter will have alot of action, but it does skip about a month though...

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