Harry Potter and the Jedi Wizard: Part 4 - The Goblet of Fire

by The Black Widow1

Lily and James Potter have been rescued from the clutches of Lord Voldemort, now they have to adjust to life a decade into what they call the future. How will Harry react when he finds out what his Jedi pal has done? How different is the world that Andrew new before he accidentally changed reality. Well, I'm not telling you here, you'll have to read and find out, please R&R. AU

4. Disaster in London

Disclaimer: I own everything! Happy April Fools day everyone!

Hello again, be prepared for my longest chapter yet (I think), hope you enjoy it, and please review. I see all of you adding me to your favourites and alerts, but I don't know what you think other than the fact that you're enjoying it enough to keep reading.

That being said, read and enjoy.

Chapter 4 – Disaster in London

As Harry woke up, he heard a couple of loud calls from outside, he heaved himself out of his bed and left his room, Ginny was just shuffling out of the spare room, rubbing her tired eyes as James drank a coffee.

"Andrew and Jax are just helping to pack away the other tents while everyone gets dressed in ours," Lily explained, she was busy making toast and jam to wake everyone up a bit.

Andrew poked his head in as Ron, his brothers and father came out of James' room fully dressed. "Mr Weasley, your tents are packed up and we're just pulling down ours, we'll be ready to load up and take off in five!" Andrew called as his head vanished.

"They move fast," Hermione commented as she stepped out of the spare bedroom, fully dressed and as bright as ever.

James grumbled something about 'morning people' and Lily giggled as everyone sat down to eat their snack. All heads snapped in the direction of the tent flap as the sound of jet engines roaring to life met their ears.

"ALL ABOOOOAAARRD!" Jax called from outside. Hermione and the Weasleys took their toast and stepped outside, watching as Kain and company stepped into the shuttle. They chose to stay standing and left the seats for everyone else, holding tightly to hand rails.

Once everyone was seated and belted in, Andrew, Jax and Mel worked on James' tent. Once it was packed away, Jax and Mel moved to get aboard their shuttle.

"Try to keep her level during take-off and landing," Andrew suggested. "You don't wanna annoy anyone by making them fall over."

"Noted, not that you need to tell me how to fly, Bro, I might not be as good as you but I'm no idiot." Jax said with a playful shove.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Andrew smirked.

"Enough boys, let's get going!" Mel ordered and they split off.

"Katt, normal mode." Andrew told his watch.

Sirius loaded the tent into the boot and then got into the passenger seat, turning and smiling at Harry as he sat contentedly between his parents.

"See you back at the temple!" Andrew called as he lent out of the window, then he drove off to give the shuttle room to fire its landing thrusters for a vertical take-off.

"Merry Christmas!" Mr Roberts cried as Andrew drove out of the gate.

"Poor man," Sirius commented as he waved back to the Muggle. "Not surprised he's like that after what he had to forget from last night."

"Made the right call last night," Andrew commented as he pipped his horn a couple of times. There was a large queue of people trying to get Portkeys so they could leave as soon as possible. The crowd didn't seem to hear the horn, so Andrew pressed it harder and made several nervous individuals jump a mile out of their skins.

They soon parted to let the Jedi drive through and then they were on their way. "So, Harry," Andrew started, breaking the silence as they joined the main roads. "Aside from last night's fiasco, did you enjoy yourself?"

"How could I not?" Harry chuckled. "Best Quidditch match of my life and my parents are alive again, I don't think I ever thanked you."

Andrew smiled to his friend in the rear-view mirror. "And you'll never have to." the Padawan said softly.

"Well, anyway, thank you." Harry said, his smile widening as James wrapped an arm around his son.

"So, what's music like these days?" Lily asked, realising that she'd not listened to a radio since being rescued.

"Katt?" Andrew called, her holographic head appeared above the dashboard. "Don't bother with a radio station, just play us something in the charts."

"Sure thing, Dad." Katt answered. Andrew's eyes narrowed as 'Love Is All Around' by Wet Wet Wet came through the speakers.

"I hate this song!" he growled, trying to tune out the song as he kept driving. Sirius just started laughing and James was singing along with the chorus as soon as he picked up on the lyrics. He was crooning to Lily from over Harry's head and Harry was left feeling ever-so-slightly uncomfortable.

They kept driving until Andrew pulled into the same service station he'd used on his way down from London.

"All ashore what's going ashore!" Andrew ordered, stepping out of the vehicle and pulling his seat forward for Lily to get out. James and Harry went to use the public toilets and the others went into the shop for a drink.

Sirius was making coffees for himself and James and Lily was getting colas from the fridge for her, Harry and Andrew, while Andrew was glancing through books. He wasn't sure why he did it, but he turned to look at the collection of newspapers on sale, and what he saw on every front cover made his blood freeze.

He snatched up a copy of 'The Sun' and read the front page in total horror. "Hey, Kid, you gonna buy that or what!" demanded a pimple-faced guy behind the counter to Andrew's left, Andrew snapped his head at the guy, his braid flicking through the air. "Oh shit, you're a Jedi? I'm sorry man."

Andrew snapped out of his stupor. "LILY!" he cried, she ran over to him and saw the story on the front page.

"Go get the car," she urged him, taking the paper as the boy tore out of the shop. "Sirius, give me those, I'll pay for everything, get Harry and James, fast!"

Noting her tone of voice, Sirius just nodded and ran to the gents. Lily paid for everything quickly and hurried out of the service station building as Andrew screeched to a stop right in front of her, she passed the Jedi the two coffees and got into her spot from the passenger side, just getting her belt on as the boys came out.

"GET IN!" Andrew screamed as they took too long for his liking right now, Harry clambered in, followed by James and Sirius. Andrew impatiently waited for Sirius to get his belt on before shoving the coffee on the eldest passenger, the tyres screamed in protest as Andrew slammed his foot down and didn't even get out of the parking lot before going airborne.

"What the hell's going on?" James demanded, feeling a little scared from Andrew's change in demeanour.

"Here," Lily said, passing the paper to her husband. He saw the headline and started to read out loud

Inferno at the Jedi Temple!

Police, fire, ambulance and even International Rescue are currently in attendance at a blazing inferno at the general headquarters of the Jedi Order. At this time it is uncertain as to the cause of the blaze and there are still members of the Order who are unaccounted for.

With dozens of fire trucks on the scene and even the amazing equipment of International Rescue, the flames are still out of control.

Full story, page 5.

The small box of writing was accompanied by a large picture of the front of the London Temple with flames billowing out of the entrance archway. Before James could turn to page five to read on, Andrew ordered Katt to turn on the radio and tune into a news station.

"We can now go to our reporter on the scene, with further details. What can you tell us John?"

"At this time, London Fire and Rescue services have carried no less than thirteen bodies out of the building, sadly six were declared dead on the scene and the other seven have been rushed to hospital with third-degree burns and severe smoke inhalation. Thankfully we have not received word of anyone expiring at the hospital, so let's hope they're recovering well."

"Is there any word on what started the fire?" asked the anchorman.

"Details are still unconfirmed, but the police at this time are not ruling out arson." John answered, causing Lily to gasp in horror.

"That's quite a serious claim, John, do they have any idea who would want to deliberately set fire to the place?"

"Personally, I have no idea Jim, but whoever it is, is one sick ba-person!" John answered, just managing to stop himself from swearing while live. "With the fire almost out, a few brave members of the London forensics lab have tentatively started their investigation, and they've determined that the fire started in several places at once, all of which being in the living quarters."

At this point, Andrew turned off the radio, putting all his efforts into speed.

The rest of their flight was conducted in complete silence, except for Andrew occasionally demanding an estimated time of arrival from Katt. Soon enough they could all see the pillar of smoke rising above London and Andrew waited until he was only a street away before diving into a landing on the crowded street, narrowly avoiding a crash as he switched back to normal mode.

The Padawan dived out of the car and tried to force his way through the police tape, one police officer tried to get in his way and Andrew just punched the man in the face and spring hip threw him out of his path.

Other officers saw this and moved to attempt to arrest Andrew, but Jarod heard Andrew yelling and intervened, apologising to the officer Andrew had assaulted.

"Calm down, Padawan!" Jarod had to yell as Andrew kept trying to break free from his Master and get inside the temple. "There's no one left inside, calm yourself young one, there's nothing more to be done."

Andrew stopped fighting to get inside and fell to his knees breaking down in tears as waves of death and destruction crashed down upon him through the Force. Behind the police tape, Lily looked ready to cry too, after the stress of the previous night, this was just too much.

"How many have died officer?" she asked. The woman sighed and shook her head.

"Six declared dead on the scene and another five have died at the hospital."

"How did this happen, Master!" Andrew mumbled into Jarod's shoulder as he continued to cry, Jarod kneeling next to his Padawan in the road.

"We don't know yet, Andrew, but we'll find out. I promise." The Jedi Master answered soothingly.

"Mel and Jax, they don't know!" Andrew exclaimed, realising that they couldn't have heard. Jarod nodded to Dela who stepped away, pulling out her Holo-com. Andrew noticed her and pulled away from his mentor, wiping his eyes. "Are Jax's parents..."

"They're fine," Jarod said, gently placing a hand on his student's shoulder. "We lost four Younglings, three Padawans, three Knights and … my old Master." he explained sadly. "We think she was trying to organise an evacuation when her robes caught fire."

Andrew, on his knees on the soaked tarmac, shuddered as fresh tears came to his eyes. "Where are the survivors?" he asked.

"Various hotels in the immediate vicinity have offered us free rooms while we work on other options, I'm going to try and contact the other temples in Britain to see if we can stay there until our home is repaired." Jarod answered.

James, Lily, Harry and Sirius had been permitted to duck under the tape now and James muttered something in Jarod's ear, he nodded. "Not a bad suggestion, perhaps we could send the Younglings home to their families as well."

"What?" Harry asked, having not heard his father over the roar of water hoses.

"Not here, Harry," James answered, looking at all the Muggles around them.

"Master Cooper?" enquired a new voice, all heads turned to see a man in his thirties, wearing a blue uniform with a greyish-blue utility belt draped over one shoulder. He had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. "We've done everything we can here, I'm just sorry we couldn't get here any sooner."

Jarod got to his feet and shook hands with the man. "Thank you for everything Scott, we'd have lost a lot more without your help." Scott Tracy, the pilot of Thunderbird One, nodded a little sadly.

"If there's anything more our organisation can do.." he started.

"We won't hesitate to call," Jarod answered, waving over to Scott's brother Virgil as he paused in loading up Thunderbird Two.

Within moments, both craft were firing their thrusters and taking off vertically. "I suppose we should be thankful that we still have the hangar." Quint pointed out as he watched the Thunderbirds taking off. "Some of our craft will be useful during the repairs."

"True, I'm just glad Jaxon wasn't here, I shudder to think.." Drexia stopped to wipe a tear from her eye as her husband held her.

"Now is not the time for this," Jarod stated, trying to be the leader of his temple. "Right now, we need to take stock of the damage, care for those who have survived and begin the repairs to our home."

The other Masters around him nodded and Dela suggested that Andrew take Harry, his parents and Godfather to join Mel and Jax. "I'll stay and help," Andrew offered, thinking that he needed to either remove his magical possessions from his room, or confirm that they had been destroyed.

"I know what you're thinking about Andrew, I'll take care of it, I promise." Drexia said, knowing the same thing had to be done for her son and Mel as well.

"I really don't think I'm in any condition to drive," Andrew pointed out, noticing that his hands were shaking.

"How about I fly?" Harry suggested. "Remember how you gave me a crash course three years ago?"

"You've not piloted since though," Andrew answered, Sirius adding that he knew how to drive and just needed directions. They all agreed that Sirius would drive and Andrew and Katt would give directions, so they got back into Katt and started driving out of London.

The Burrow – Moments Before

Jax had set the engines to silent running as they approached the village of Ottery St Catchpole, it was still far too early in the morning for jets to be flying low and he didn't want to wake anyone up. Thankfully The Burrow was a nice distance away from the village and the landing thrusters would hopefully not wake any of the villagers.

As soon as they had finished landing and Jax shut down the thrusters, there was a pounding on the hull. Mel cautiously opened the hatch to reveal Mrs Weasley, still in her bedroom slippers, her face stricken with worry and a scrunched up newspaper in her hand.

She seemed to do a quick head-count, before looking both relieved and more panicked at the same time.

"Guessing you've heard of the 'fun'," Jax said, snapping her out of her trance. "Don't panic about Harry, he's with Andrew."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Mrs Weasley cried, almost collapsing, if not for her husband enveloping her in his arms. "Thank goodness!"

The paper fell from her hand onto the shuttle deck, revealing the front page to hold a twinkling black and white picture of the Dark Mark and the headline 'SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP'.

After an emotional scene, where Mrs Weasley clung to the twins and cried about how the last thing she'd said to them was that they hadn't gotten enough O. for her liking, Bill picked up the paper and they all moved into the house, Kain and company opting to stay behind and man the shuttle.

Inside the kitchen, Mr Weasley started skimming through the paper, grumbling out some snippets and pointing out that it was written by Rita Skeeter. This caused Percy to complain about one of the stories she had printed and Bill yawned and told his younger brother to shut up.

"Oh, I'm mentioned," Arthur pointed out. "Not by name.." he read out the passage where he had come out of the woods and told the crowd that nobody had been hurt and the culprit had escaped. "Honestly, 'rumours of bodies removed from the woods'? There will be rumours now that she's printed that!"

"Hang on, Jax?" Charlie started, noticing a picture on the back page. "Isn't that you and Andrew?"

Arthur turned to the picture in question and started to read another story.

Heroes at the World Cup

While Ministry officials struggled to force their way passed hoards of Death Eaters last night, two fourteen-year-old boys, literally, leapt valiantly to the aid of four captive Muggles who were being levitated and tormented by the drunken criminals.

This reporter would like to publicly and personally thank those brave children, believed to be members of the Jedi Order, for their assistance in rescuing the captive Muggles and for their part in the apprehension of no less than twenty of You-Know-Who's followers, all of which have been sent directly to Azkaban without trial.

"Fairly short story for something so kickass!" Fred cheered, watching as Jax shot a wave of lightning from his saber into a large group of Death Eaters.

"Because it wasn't written by Skeeter!" Percy grumbled. "She always gets the front page because she writes the most scandalous trash!"

"If I had seen any of that I might not have worried so much," Molly whimpered, tears in her eyes. Arthur insisted that she sit down and try to calm down, Hermione made her a cup of tea and Bill poured a shot of something extra into it to help her nerves.

"I'd best head into work," Mr Weasley finally said with a sigh, Percy agreed and ran off to shower, dress and grab his report for his boss.

"We'd probably best head back to London," Jax spoke up, just as Mel's Holo-com started bleeping, she pulled it out of her pocket and switched it on, revealing the face of her Master.

"Good morning, Master, apologies for being late back, there was a touch of drama last night and we offered the Weasleys a lift home." Mel explained.

"Very well, Padawan," Dela said loudly with a sigh, it was then that everyone noticed the sound of roaring water and sirens. "I assume that you're at their home, good, stay there until further notice!"

"Master?" Mel asked, growing worried. "What's happened?"

"There was a fire in the living quarters yesterday, shortly after Andrew left for the World Cup," Dela explained, there were collective gasps around the kitchen and Mel sank into the chair that Molly just vacated for her. "We've suffered a few casualties, but I didn't think to tell you until Andrew landed and started causing a scene. He was trying to get inside and help." Her hologram looked over her shoulder, glancing sadly at something the Holo-com couldn't see.

"They're welcome to stay here for now Dela, it's no trouble," Arthur called to the hologram.

"Thank you Arthur, would it be too much trouble if we sent Andrew over to you as well?" she asked.

"Not at all," Molly answered, rubbing Jax's shoulder as he stood quietly.

He shook himself and gently took Mel's Holo-com from her. "Master, are my parents..." he couldn't bring himself to finish that sentence.

"They are fine, Jaxon, the only Master we lost was Master Lanell," Dela explained.

"Oh no, how is Master Cooper taking it?" Mel asked.

"As well as can be expected," Dela answered. "I need to get going, there is much to..." she was interrupted by the sound of extremely loud engines roaring to life and she turned, revealing a hologram of Thunderbird One taking off. The feed was soon cut and the Holo-com shut down.

Molly set about making breakfast for everyone, Jax pointing out that five more were on the way, but refusing to say who. Arthur had a shower himself, arriving back in the kitchen in a fresh set of robes.

"You're supposed to be on holiday, Arthur," Molly sighed as Percy followed his father into the room.

"This situation is going to need smoothing over, Molly, and I'm partly responsible." Arthur told her with a sigh.

Arthur and Percy stayed long enough to have some more toast and then they were gone. Molly served up some breakfast and got the fright of her life when Kain knocked on the back door.

"What's taking you two so long?" he demanded of Jax and Mel.

"Oh crud, sorry Kain, we totally forgot!" Mel exclaimed, wiping her mouth as she stood up quickly.

"We got some news from home and are staying here until further notice, might be an idea to unpack our tent," Jax explained to the vampire.

"Understood, you can fill me in with the details later." Kain said with a nod as he followed Mel across the garden.

Mel quickly explained what was happening to Kain and the others at the shuttle, all of them showing concern at the news of the fire. Kain and Raziel offered to put their tent together while the others followed Mel back inside for some food.

As Kain and Raziel came in to announce that the tent had been finished, they all heard the roar of a jet engine outside. "It's Andrew," Raziel pointed out, "I think." Everyone gathered at the window as a second shuttle hovered over the lawn, wavering erratically in the sky.

"I don't think Andrew's flying," Mel stated, sounding worried. "He's too good a pilot to struggle with a landing."

Jax looked closer through squinting eyes. "No, it's Sirius … has he ever flown a jet before?"

Everyone agreed that he probably hadn't, but gradually the craft lowered itself to the ground for a not-so-smooth landing.

Molly got a major shock when she saw who stepped out with Harry, instantly recognising his parents and looking to her children for an explanation, nobody spoke as they continued watching. Sirius stepped out next, speaking into the shuttle before he nodded and moved on towards the house. Mel and Jax looked to each other and ran out to speak with their fellow Jedi.

Harry introduced his parents to Molly and the whole story was explained, Andrew and the other Jedi stepping into the kitchen as the story came to an end. Molly pulled Andrew into a hug as he fought not to break down again, she offered him some breakfast and he tried to say he wasn't hungry, but Molly wouldn't hear it and made him at least eat a sausage.

Once he'd finished that one, he found he was ravenous and delved into the rest of what she'd cooked. Bill chose to change the subject by bringing up the story about him and Jax in the paper.

"I don't know who had the guts to grab this picture, but I gotta say, you two in action is one hell of a show!" he said, pointing to the picture.

Jax took the time to take a closer look at the moving image, his blood ran cold as the picture showed Andrew using a charged up repulsor blast to give him the gap to escape with the two Roberts children.

"(Yeah, I see it too,)" he heard Andrew's voice in his head.

"(Think the others will notice?)" Jax answered, he felt Andrew 'shrug' in his mind. "(You've not told anyone yet.)" it wasn't a question, so Andrew didn't answer, Jax guessed why and dropped the subject.

"Wow, you two can really move!" James commentated. "Are you trained as acrobats?"

"Not exactly," Mel answered, letting out a yawn.

"Is anyone up for a game of Quidditch?" Ron asked. "Something to get our minds off last night."

"I'd love to, but there's a good chance that my broom went up in smoke yesterday," Andrew sighed, his mind going to a dark place again.

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry mate," Ron mumbled apologetically.

At that moment, Andrew's Holo-com started bleeping, Andrew pulled the device from his pocket and answered the call. "Master Cooper?"

The hologram turned on, revealing Drexia. "MUM!" Jax cried, snatching the device from Andrew's hand. "Are you okay!?"

"Yes, Jax, I'm fine, just glad you weren't here yesterday, are you alright honey? You look tired." she answered.

"Yeah, I'm fine, we had some trouble last night and all of us are kinda sleep deprived," Jax explained, rubbing his eyes.

Drexia's hologram nodded in understanding. "I'll hear the explanation later, for now I need to tell you that I'm sorry, but nothing from the living quarters survived the fire. I'll take care of new clothes for all of you if you can get your measurements to me, but right now I don't know what we'll do about your school things."

"Oh shit," Andrew complained, getting scolded for his language. "Our homework!"

"Well, that's detention until Christmas," Jax growled, trying to make light of the situation.

"I'll take care of their school things Drexy!" James called.

"Are you sure, James?" she asked.

"After everything the Order has done for my family, this is the least I can do." James affirmed.

"Thank you," Mel said, her eyes never leaving Andrew, his eyes had gone slightly glassy.

"Any news on casualties?" he asked, his voice taking on a monotone.

"Well …" Drexia started, pausing as she picked up on Andrew's tone. "… Not exactly an update, more a confirmation."

"Who have we lost?" Jax asked, not liking where this was going.

"Justin Cloudstone." Drexia replied.

"Oh no, little Justin McCloud?" Mel asked, using the boy's nickname, he was a huge fan of the new Highlander series.

"He's not died!" Drexia said quickly. "During the evacuation, he tried to levitate a burning beam to keep it from crushing me. But when I tried to pull him towards me, burning ashes drifted into his eyes."

"OUCH!" blurted out Ron.

"We've confirmed, he's lost all sight in both eyes … both his retinas have been completely burned, he'll never see again." Drexia explained, seeing the tears in Mel's eyes. "We're doing what we can for him, but with the right training, he'll remain in the Order, don't worry."

Andrew let out a sigh. "Thank you for the update Master, do you need us to stay until we return to Hogwarts?"

"Not for that long hopefully, James suggested that we contact Dumbledore, I'll call again when I have an update on that. For now we're thinking of sending all the Younglings home to their families leaving everyone from Padawan and up to stay at Hogwarts while repairs are made to our home." Drexia told them, Jax and Mel wished her luck and she signed off.

"Blimey, the whole of the London Order at school, they'll need a fair few more carriages on the train." George stated plainly.

"You'd be amazed how many of us learn to fly at an early age." Jax answered him.

"Won't be an easy trip though," Andrew pointed out. "Almost every one of them will be a Muggle, so they'll not be able to see the train."

"Dumbledore could give them coordinates?" Mel asked.

"Wards will screw up their readouts, that could be dangerous." Jax answered, seeing Andrew's point. Andrew muttered something under his breath.

"What was that Andrew?" Lily asked kindly.

"I should have been there," he growled, before crashing his right fist down on the table, so hard that it cracked. "I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE!"

Molly, thinking that Andrew had quite possibly broken his hand, came around the table to tend to it. "I'm fine, Mrs Weasley!" he snapped, snatching his hand away from her and getting angrily off his chair to storm outside, Jax following him.

"What difference would it make if you were there, Bro, you could be dead right now too!" Jax snapped, trying his best to get Andrew angrier so he would vent.

"There's the key word, could, I could be dead right now, Justin could still have the use of his eyes, Master Lanell, could still be alive," he broke down and started to cry. "That woman was like a mother to me!"

"She was like that with all of us, mate," Jax said, placing a hand on Andrew's shoulder. Andrew reacted my lashing out, punching a nearby tree with his right fist and then taking a swing at Jax. Jax bent over backwards so fast and so far it was amazing he didn't snap his spine.

Andrew grabbed Jax by the front of his shirt and hauled him back up, eyes wide and breathing hard. "Jax, I'm sorry.."

"What? Did you hit me or something?" Jax asked with a smirk. Despite himself, Andrew let out a small chuckle. "I know you're hurting, I am too … but there's no point causing yourself more pain with 'what if's', it's pointless."

"You're right," Andrew nodded.

"Of course I'm right … what's new there?" Andrew responded to this by punching Jax's shoulder with his left hand.

They spent the next half hour pitching James' tent and planning their trip to Diagon Alley when the Hogwarts letters arrived, which was a week later.

Dear Mr Payne,

Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross station, platform nine and three quarters, at eleven o'clock.

A list of books for next year is enclosed, along with a personal note from the Headmaster.

Yours Sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress.

Andrew finished reading his letter out loud and pulled out the list of books.

Fourth year students will require:

Dress Robes (only for special occasions this term).

The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 4 by Miranda Goshawk.

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble.

"What's the note from Dumbledore say?" Ron asked, having found only the two sheets of parchment in his letter.

Dear Andrew,

First of all, may I offer my most sincere condolences over the sad loss that you and your fellow Jedi have suffered of late, I can only imagine what you personally are going through, as I know you take much responsibility onto your shoulders.

I have attached a note for Gringotts, asking them to grant you access to funds from my own account. This money is to be used to replace the school supplies which you have lost in the fire, including your broomstick.

If you should choose to purchase a larger trunk or a faster broomstick, you will need to do pay any extra amount with your own money.

I hope that this in some way helps you, and again, my condolences.

Albus Dumbledore.

There was yet another sheet of parchment, giving Andrew a list of all his previous school supplies. "Why did he send this?" Andrew asked. "He knows I have an eidetic memory!"

"I think that part was a form letter, I've gotten one too," Mel pointed out. "Only difference is that there's no mention of a broom on mine."

"We'll head to Diagon Alley tomorrow," Mrs Weasley said, glancing a little worriedly at the family clock, seeing both Percy and Mr Weasley were still at work with dinner getting cold.

"We'll be happy to take them Molly," Lily offered.

"Thank you Lily dear," Mrs Weasley answered. "But I should go too, a little shopping will help me get off my worries."

Andrew suggested that he and Jax fly everyone to London in the shuttles and James firmly said that he was paying. "Consider it three years worth of Christmas presents, that way I'll be caught up!" he joked.

Mrs Weasley wasn't too keen on the idea, until James joked about the Christmas presents, she agreed to speak with her husband that night, if he got home before she went to bed.

By the next morning, Mr Weasley had come home and talked with James, and it was agreed that James could pay for Ron and Ginny as they were Harry's classmates as well as his friends, and Fred and George would be paid for by their parents. Arthur appreciated the gesture but he felt a strong need to provide for his own family in some measure.

Jax took Mel, Hermione, Mrs Weasley and the twins in his shuttle, while Andrew took Harry, his parents, Sirius, Ron and Ginny. Bill and Charlie offered to stay home and keep Kain and company entertained to save room.

The flight to London was fairly uneventful, they landed vertically outside the smouldering remains of the Temple, mainly because it had the most room, Mel booked out a third vehicle and took Mrs Weasley, Lily, Hermione and Ginny, leaving the other two with few enough passengers to switch to 'normal' mode to proceed by road.

They parked up in a nearby multi-story and walked to The Leaky Cauldron. "I'm thinking we should start with you three first," James said, indicating the three Jedi. "You've got the longest lists."

"I agree, books first," Jax added, so after taking care of money at Gringotts, they went to Flourish and Blotts, bought everyone's books and took a trip back to the cars to drop them off, Mel and Andrew almost wished they could skip getting new copies of Unfogging the Future.

"Did I dodge that much of a bullet?" Jax asked as he packed his new Arithmancy book into the boot.

"Hell to the yeah, you did!" Andrew complained.

"Well, that's books done with, thank you for the ropes, Lily," Mel said, referring to the three copies of The Monster Book of Monsters.

With everyone's books bought and packed away, they all went around collecting cauldrons, potions supplies, telescopes, scales, leaving robes until last as they all required dress robes.

While Andrew, Mel and Jax were getting fitted for new robes, Lily asked Harry how his robes were fitting, he said that he might soon outgrow them, so she insisted on catching up on something she'd missed. Harry was waiting his turn to get fitted while Mrs Weasley was looking at second hand dress robes for Fred and George.

"Do you always need to get things second hand?" James asked, glancing over her shoulder.

"Sadly yes, Arthur's job at the Ministry doesn't pay all too well," she answered.

"What's he do?" James asked casually.

"He works in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office."

"Oh yeah, probably one of the lowest pay grades there, Lily and I used to be Aurors, kinda hoping we can be again once we've gotten custody of Harry back."

"He could easily be running that office but he loves his job too much to get promoted."

"Maybe I should talk to him," James suggested. "He told me last night that he needs to provide for his own family, and if he's running the office, he can still do the work he loves, that's the perk of being the boss!" he laughed, Mrs Weasley giggled with him.

James looked closely at the prices on the collection of second hand robes. "Tell you what, let's let the boys pick robes they want, you pay what you would for second hand ones and I'll cover the rest, deal?"

Molly sighed and agreed that it would be better for her boys to have new clothes for a change.

"Thank Merlin your Dad's taking care of mine and Ginny's stuff, mate," Ron whispered to Harry, eyeing a maroon set of dress robes. "I just know that Mum would've bought me that thing!"

"Don't like maroon?" Lily asked, letting out a giggle as Ron shuddered.

Once everyone had been fitted for their robes, dress or otherwise, they stepped outside and bumped into a Jedi Master.

"Master Briant!" Mel said, surprised. "What brings you to Diagon Alley?"

"You wouldn't believe me, but Justin's been accepted to Hogwarts." Master Celeste Briant said with a sigh.

"Isn't that going to be something of an issue?" Jax asked, seeing Justin giving his Master's cuff a death grip. "How do you plan to cast spells if you can't see where to cast them?"

"Thanks, as if I wasn't scared enough!" Justin snapped, Jax apologised and Mel gave him a tight hug.

"We're working on that," Dumbledore said kindly, he was doing the same for Celeste and Justin as he had for Andrew, Jax and their Masters only three years ago.

"Professor, a word?" Andrew asked, an idea coming into his head. Albus nodded and motioned away from everyone else. "I know that Hogwarts doesn't permit dogs," Andrew started as soon as they were out of earshot. "But would you be willing and able to make an exception in Justin's case?"

"What do you have in mind?" Dumbledore asked.

"I remember hearing something once about specially trained guide dogs for people who work in a lot of meeting rooms, they find their way around office buildings by using differently scented air fresheners and accompanying scented cloths." Andrew explained. "If we could get one for Justin, he'd be able to at least get to his classes, in theory."

"He isn't the first student at Hogwarts who had lost the gift of sight," Dumbledore told the boy. "In the past an additional member of staff needed to be hired to guide the student from class to class, take notes, mix potions and such."

"Well, a dog removes the getting to classes issue," Andrew reasoned. "I've seen quills that take dictation notes, and for potions class, Justin's classmates could help him."

Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully, taking Andrew's points to heart. "How long would you need to get the dog trained?"

"I believe they only need about a week to get the dog used to its new owner." Andrew answered.

"I'll clear it with the school governors, and I'll arrange for Professor Snape to have a teaching assistant for Justin's classes," Dumbledore said. "I'm led to believe that Justin can be taught to use the Force as his eyes, I presume that will be the focus of his training for the foreseeable future."

Andrew nodded and went back to the others, announcing that he had to go somewhere and rushing off. Within a minute, Master Briant was called on her Holo-com, to see the council, the others agreed to take care of Justin and she left too.

James and Lily were just about to take Justin in to Olivander's when Andrew and Celeste came back. "Where did you both vanish to?" Jax demanded.

"I had an idea." Andrew said simply.

"You'll need to narrow that down," Mel dead-panned, for Andrew 'having an idea' could literally mean anything.

"He spoke to Albus about Justin having a guide dog to take to school," Celeste explained. "It's the reason I was called to speak with the council, they wanted my opinion as Justin is my Padawan."

"I already gave my permission for an exception to school rules," Dumbledore added.

"Well, after we're done here, Justin's got an appointment to meet his new guide dog." Andrew explained.

"And how is a guide dog going to help around Hogwarts?" Hermione demanded with her hands on her hips.

"The place we're going to mostly caters to CEOs and business people who need to navigate around offices to get to meetings," Andrew explained. "They train their dogs to navigate from one board room to another office by using air fresheners and scented cloths. The blind person selects a cloth that's got like a minty scent and offers it to the dog to sniff, and the dog then sets off following that scent of mint until it finds the corresponding air freshener."

"That's impressive," Hermione admitted. "But won't we need a LOT of different scents?"

"I'm working on that," Andrew answered, waving a piece of parchment, on which he'd been writing a list of Justin's upcoming classes.

"I still don't get how I'm supposed to be able to do any of the work," Justin said, sounding a little sulky. "I mean, Astronomy? I can't see my own hand waving in front of my face!" he illustrated by waving his hand over his eyes. "How in the hell am I supposed to see the Sith-dammed stars!"

Celeste's heart broke as Justin ranted and she pulled him gently into a tight embrace. Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. "Believe me Justin, you are not the first to be in this position, sadly I daresay you won't be the last, but I promise you, you will be fine, I'll see to it personally if I have to."

Andrew felt tempted to point out his recent injury to Justin, and how that wasn't going to stop him from going back to school. After all, there would likely be no better time than now to tell his friends about what really happened when he rescued Harry's parents. But he was still afraid of what their reaction would be, so he kept quiet.

"I believe in you Jay," Jax said, patting Justin's back.

"Just come to us if you need any help, don't try to be too much of a hero," Ginny added.

"And if anyone plays any pranks," Fred started.

"I'll know it was you," Justin blurted out.

George blinked in surprise. "I think we just got burned."

Fred nodded. "I was going to say, 'just tell us, we'll get them back for you'." The Jedi all gave him a look of disbelief. "Oh come on, we do have morals you know!"

That cheered Justin up enough to make him giggle a little, and Celeste took her pupil into Olivander's, along with Harry's parents. Everyone else just waited outside for fifteen minutes, enjoying the bright day.

"Oh, Andrew," Dumbledore suddenly burst out, making everyone jump from the sudden interruption to the silence.

"Yes, Professor?" Andrew asked.

"I just remembered that the Jedi and I require your assistance on the first of September." Dumbledore explained.

Andrew looked a little puzzled. "What with?"

"Well, a fair few of your fellow Jedi will be spending this year at the school while repairs are done to the Temple. Many of whom will be travelling on the train." the headmaster stated.

"I can help with that, Sir." Mel piped up.

"Thank you Melanie," Dumbledore said with a grateful nod. "The others, intend to fly."

"I was afraid of that," Andrew grumbled. "So, what's the plan?"

"If you can drive alongside the train, until it's out of London," Dumbledore started. "Perhaps you can transform to a flying vehicle, to guide the pilots down through the wards surrounding the train's route."

"Might work, Katt's been hardened to magical interference," Andrew said, thoughtfully. "I may have to ride ahead of the train once the pilots are nearer the ground, to give warnings of anything like upcoming tunnels, but other than that, I can't see any complications."

"Excellent, so you'll do it?" Dumbledore asked.

"No problem, Professor."

"So where do I come in with all this?" Jax asked.

"I could use you in the air," Andrew told him. "You can use your craft to keep track of mine, hopefully."

"Works for me, Starkiller's got your back, Bro." Jax said.

"Starkiller?" Mrs Weasley asked.

"His call sign," Mel answered with a sigh. "I've never liked it."

"It's a pilot thing," Andrew said with a shrug as Celeste, Lily, James and Justin came out of the shop.

"That was quick!" Jax commented, glancing over Justin's shoulder into the shop.

"The first wand he handed to me 'picked' me," Justin answered.

"Olivander was so disappointed!" James laughed.

"When I got my wand," Harry started. "I must've gone through every wand he had. It got to the point where I thought I'd never find one, not that I knew what was going on."

"You would've known if you'd grown up with us," James said, a little darkly.

"The weird thing was, the more worried I got, the happier Mr Olivander seemed to get." Harry finished.

"Yes, he's like that," Lily giggled. "He loves a 'difficult' customer."

"Are you ready for your appointment?" Mel asked Justin kindly, taking his hand and placing it on her elbow.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Justin answered.

"I'll tell Katt to drive back to The Burrow herself and fly everyone else back, you two need to see the Council." Andrew told his childhood friends.

Jax nodded and the four of them headed off. Andrew got everyone else back to The Burrow and excused himself to take Katt and head back to London, saying that he needed to do some planning with the Council for the big journey north.

James and Lily couldn't express their gratitude enough with Arthur and Molly offered for the younger couple to stay for as long as they needed, until they got Harry and their home legally returned to them.

The next week passed in relative quiet, Andrew, Mel and Jax kept in touch every day. Andrew gave the good news that Mel and Jax had seen the Council and their new relationship had been approved, so Fred and George were free to poke fun at the two of them.

On the morning of September the first, there was a slight commotion at The Burrow as Mr Weasley got a message from work, Mad-Eye Moody had reported a break-in and his dustbins had caused a scene.

Just as Mr Weasley was about to head out and book some Muggle taxis, there was a roar of jets as two Jedi shuttles landed on the grass. Jax stepped out of one and Andrew the other. "Figured you'd need a lift, put all the luggage in my shuttle because Jax needs to get back to the Temple ASAP." Andrew explained.

They quickly loaded Harry's, Hermione's, Ron's, Ginny's, Fred's and George's trunks into Andrew's shuttle and then Harry, his parents and Ginny took seats while Mrs Weasley, the twins, Bill, Charlie, Ron and Hermione all loaded into Jax's craft, with all the pets. They took off and were in London in fifteen minutes.

They landed on top of a multi-story car park, across from King's Cross, and unloaded everyone from Jax's ship before he took off and switched to fighter mode to fly back to the Temple hanger. "He's leading the flying formation." Andrew explained after Katt switched to 'watch' mode.

With fairly little difficulty, they made their way down to the street level and rushed across the street to get out of the rain. They made their way to platforms nine and ten, finding the place massively crowded.

"This might cause something of a problem." Andrew commented, seeing a mixture of Muggles, Jedi and Hogwarts families alike. Thankfully most of the wizarding families were helping groups of Jedi discretely make their way through the barrier to platform nine and three quarters. While this happened, Muggle trains had arrived on both platforms nine and ten and Muggles were climbing aboard, leaving more room for Harry and his friends to make their way through.

When they got to the barrier to platform nine and three quarters, most of the Jedi had been escorted through, it turned out that there were also ministry wizards helping out. Some of them were distracting the crowds while people walked through what appeared to be a solid pillar of brick.

Once they were all through, they met up with Mel, who, not being much for piloting, was helping to get younger Padawans and their mentors onboard the two coaches at the back of the train. "Hey Mel, any sign of Justin?" Ginny asked, looking around with concern.

"He's already on the train," Mel answered, pointing to where the boy was sitting in a compartment by the window. Harry and the others all silently agreed to join him there, where they found someone else sharing the compartment with him, she had dark, shoulder-length hair, with braided bangs on either side of her face, she looked to be about Ginny's age. Fred expanded the room and they all packed their trunks away.

Mel joined them and Andrew poked his head through the window, still standing on the platform. "You're not getting on with us?" Ginny asked.

"Sorry, no, I've got a job to get done today, but I'll be pretty much along-side you all the way." Andrew answered.

"Morning everyone," Draco said cheerfully as he entered the compartment. The other girl glared daggers at him and told him to get lost.

"That's a little uncalled for," Hermione said simply.

"Not if you knew what I did about this son of a bitch!" the other girl snapped.

"You don't even know him, who the hell do you think you are?" Mel demanded.

"Phoebe Carter, and I was here first, so he can get lost!" she repeated. Draco went from looking shocked to very defeated, he took his trunk from the luggage rack and went into the next compartment, Mel glared at the other girl and followed him.

"Any idea what that was about?" she asked him as they sat down, there was again only one other person in this compartment, she was about their age with waist length bright red hair and blue eyes.

"Not now," Draco muttered, sitting down by the window.

Down on the platform, Andrew locked eyes with this girl and couldn't help but stare, a lot. "Earth to Andrew?" George joked, waving a hand in front of Andrew's eyes, jerking him out of his thoughts as the whistle blew.

"Katt, pod mode." Andrew commanded his watch, using his other hand to tap a comm. device in his right ear. "Jax, the train's about to set off, I'm currently at King's Cross, facing..." he checked Katt's dashboard. ".. east." he pipped his horn to alert parents on the platform that he needed to come through and ducked down so that Katt's dome cover could slide shut over him.

"Oh that is so cool!" Fred declared enthusiastically, watching as Andrew started rolling slowly, keeping pace with the train. Mel poked her head back in and left a speaker with Harry so they they could listen in on the comm. channel before going back to sit with Draco next door.

"What did you think Charlie was on about?" Ron asked. "About seeing him sooner than we think."

"No idea," Harry said, focusing on the speaker in his hands as it crackled to life.

"I'm off the platform, still heading east, I see a fifty degree turn to the left coming up, I'm increasing speed, up to forty miles an hour." came Andrew's voice.

"Roger that Mobius, all wings, fire up your engines and get ready for take-off" they heard Jarod Cooper's voice. "Starkiller, go!"

"Rodger that, Swordsman!" said Jax.

In the other compartment, Mel was determined to get Draco to talk. "You know what that girl was snapping at you for, spill!"

Draco sighed. "I was … maybe six, I can't remember exactly. I asked my mother if I could play in our dungeon, I enjoyed pretending to be a knight and slaying dragons down there." he started, Mel listened intently and the other girl just looked out of the window, trying not to eavesdrop.

"She told me no, but I went anyway, I wish every day that I hadn't, maybe then I wouldn't know why that girl hates me so much." Draco's eyes were hyper-focused on his shoes as he talked. "Her father's a Muggle-born, so was her Aunt. I caught my father in the dungeons that day, with a bunch of his friends … they were abusing a woman they had chained to the wall, she was naked..." he shuddered at his memories. "… and they took turns … raping her"

By this point, Draco's face was turning slightly green. "I didn't know who she was, but they kept calling her 'Carter', after my father's friends were done and left, my father stepped up to her … I thought then that he would save her … but instead, he took his turn and then killed her."

"You've hated your father ever since," Mel said simply, Draco nodded.

"I did what I could to find out who she was, that's how I found out she was a Muggle-born, I wanted to see my father punished for it, so I sent an anonymous letter to her only family, her brother and niece." Draco explained.

"So she knows your father raped and killed her Aunt and she hates you for just being a Malfoy." Mel reasoned, Draco jumped when the other girl placed a hand on his.

"You're clearly nothing like your dad," she said, she had an interesting accent, a perfectly blended mixture of Russian and American. "I'm sorry you had to see something like that, and you did the right thing, everything you could at that age."

"Thank you, um.." Draco started.

"Oh, sorry, where are my manors?" she started with a light giggle. "Katylina Romanovski." she finished, offering her hand.

Mel and Draco accepted her offered hand. "Russian?" Mel asked.

"On my father's side, my Mom's an American No-Maj-Born." she explained. "I was born and raised in San Francisco, but went to school at Durmstrang, and the most common language there is Russian."

"What's got you on this train then?" Draco asked, curiously.

"Exchange program," Katylina answered simply.

"So, do you go by Katylina? Or is there a nickname?" Mel asked.

"My Daddy calls me his little kitten sometimes, but my friends call me Katy."

"Thank god, that's less of a mouthful." Draco chuckled as he glanced out the window. "Looks like we're getting out of the city."

Mel took that opportunity to turn on her speaker. "The train's picking up speed, we'll be out of London in about ninety seconds, I'm gonna move to the other side of the train, there's more room." Andrew said, they looked out of the window to watch Andrew's bike.

Andrew moved to the left, getting a little away from the train, before he moved violently towards it, looking like he was going to collide with the carriage his friends were in, except that his bike went almost completely vertical as it slipped under the train, spinning on the sides of its wheels like a whirling dervish, and out the other side.

"Katt, normal mode, off-road tyres!" Andrew commanded, people who had seen Andrew alongside the train flooded out of the compartments to watch him as he turned from a souped up motorbike to an Aston Martin, the engine roared to life as Andrew buried his foot into the floor and went dangerously airborne as he went off a slight slope, then the vehicle changed again as it turned into a Jedi fighter jet.

"I'm in the air, where are you Starkiller?" Andrew's voice asked from Harry's and Mel's compartments.

"Just leaving London's airspace Mobius, I can't see you yet, what's your altitude?"

"About thirty feet, starting to climb," Andrew said, just as he pulled up harshly.

"There, I see you, Swordsman, I have a visual on Mobius, ready to descend!"

"Understood Starkiller, all pilots report in!" Jarod commanded.

There was a long line of voices calling out names and numbers, most of them sounded like teenagers, though for some reason there was no 'Red Five'.

"Remember Nuggets, keep a clear head and don't panic, you've got this." Andrew said soothingly, as some of the voices sounded terrified. "I know for a lot of you, it's your first time out of the simulator, but you wouldn't have been chosen to fly today if we didn't think you were ready."

"Mobius is right, just lock on my thrusters and follow my lead," called Jarod.

"Keep it tight and keep it low, steady on the thrusters and here we go!" as Jax finished speaking, he dived, Andrew had dropped down again, transformed into 'pod' mode and landed wheels first on the roof of the train before dropping off the train and landing on the left of the carriages again.

Several of the children on the train screamed in shock or fear as almost a hundred fighter jets then followed Andrew and flanked the Hogwarts Express, a few of the fighters wavering in the air as they pulled out of their dive and tried to level out.

"Alright Nuggets," Jax called, using the pilot term for 'trainee'. "You've done enough for today, bring 'em in for a nice smooth t-landing."

At those words, thirty jets moved closer to the ground and transformed into shuttle-cars. There were a few sighs of relief over the comms channel from the drivers. "Alright, this is gonna be a weird command, but I promise it's rare," came Andrew's voice. "Keep talking, I gotta move on ahead and test the comms range."

With that, Andrew's bike roared louder and shot off ahead of the train. "I gotta say, for a machine that was first released in the mid nineteen thirties, the locomotive is in excellent condition." came a voice over the comm. channel.

"Seriously?" came another voice. "We're driving along-side a train full of witches and wizards, to a school we've never heard about, and that's what you decide to point out!"

There were a few chuckles from people who could hear the speakers. "Alright you can cut the chatter now!" Andrew called. "Swordsman, my best range is about three miles ahead of you, and my radar works up to a further ten."

"Understood Mobius, continue to hold distance and call out anything in our path, we need to stay together as much as possible until Hogsmeade." Jarod replied, having remained in the air.

By now everyone had filed back into compartments. Fred had taken the time, and risk, to reassure a twelve year old Padawan in the car by their compartment that she was doing a great job so far, having to yell at the top of his lungs. His point was helped by holding his thumbs up.

Harry then asked Phoebe why she had such a problem with Draco. "Started when I was five," she started with a sigh. "My mother died when I was born, she was a pureblood, disowned by her family for marrying my dad, a Muggle-born, so I've never met them. Growing up it was just me, Dad and my Aunt Maggie."

They all nodded and she continued. "So when I was five, my Aunt vanished, we never saw her again, and we asked the Ministry to investigate, they never found her. Then one day, my Dad gets an anonymous letter, explaining in exact detail, how my Aunt was violated repeatedly in the Malfoy Manner dungeon, and finally killed by Lucius Malfoy when he'd finished his turn."

Ron looked shocked and ready to be sick at this, Hermione and Ginny were equally mortified, but it was Fred and George who were the voices of reason. "Draco's only a year older than you right?" Fred said.

"Yeah, he'd only be six when it happened, you can't exactly blame him for something that happened way back then." George added.

"Apple never rots far from the tree!" Phoebe snapped.

"(Wouldn't be surprised if Draco was the one who sent that letter,)" Ginny said to the others.

"(You'd be right, Gin,)" Mel said from the next compartment.

"(Explains how he knew what Death Eaters do to Muggle-borns,)" Ron added.

"Poor Draco," Harry accidentally said out loud, causing Phoebe to snap her head around at him.

"What!" she demanded.

"Crap," Harry muttered. "Nothing, just thinking out loud."

"Why 'poor Draco' though, what about my poor Aunt?!"

"Did you ever consider that Draco might have been the one who wrote to your father?" Hermione reasoned.

"Yeah, poor kid might've seen something no six-year-old should." George added.

Rather than seeing their point, she got up in a huff, grabbed her trunk and stormed out, intent on finding somewhere else to sit.

"Warning, tunnel coming up! You lot have less than thirteen miles to get into single file!" Andrew shouted over the comms.

There was a scramble as the cars on the ground slowed down to line up behind the train, some of the fighters landed on the cars to save room and the rest gained altitude to go over the hill.

Once they were through the tunnel, the rest of the journey was extremely smooth. When it started to rain and the wind picked up, Andrew contemplated trying to get back on the train, but stuck it out to remain the early warning if the pilots needed it.

Eventually the call came from Jax. "Mobius I think we're nearly there! The train's slowing down, all pilots and drivers, maintain course and speed, we're going airborne for the last leg of the trip." he ordered, causing the shuttle-cars to transform.

"(I don't like these weather conditions, I'm worried about there being an accident,)" Andrew said to Jax.

"(I know what you mean,)" Jax answered, just as Jarod ordered all trainees to remain below one hundred feet and at just enough speed to avoid a stall. Thankfully, the last jet landed vertically as the train pulled in, Andrew revving up onto the platform, he managed to launch himself and Katt seven feet into the air, and mid-backflip, he ordered Katt to transform back to watch mode, landing casually on his feet as the doors all opened.

Andrew met up with his friends, who helped Justin and his German Shepard guide dog over to Hagrid, and then led the remaining Jedi Masters and Padawans up to the coaches that would take them all up to the school.

"I just hope Justin and his dog will be alright on that lake." Hermione fretted, her eyes never leaving the sky.

"If I know Hagrid, he'll dive in after them if they go overboard." Harry answered reassuringly.

They rode up to the castle in the same carriages that waited for them the year before, all of them having to turn around and head back to the village once they'd dropped their passengers, because of the extra people to transport. Every single person who stepped out of a carriage ran for the entrance hall to get out of the rain.

"Andrew, who was that odd little creature?" Celeste Briant asked as Harry and his friends got through the door.

"You'll have to narrow that down, Master!" Andrew chuckled.

"Err, sort of a purple face, long nose, pointy ears and teeth, had a stack of balloons," said one of the Padawans, pointing to a spot in the air.

"Oh, Peeves, he's the resident Poltergeist," Harry answered. "Watch out for him, he loves causing trouble and picking on new people."

"Funny, he took one look at us, dropped his balloons and shot off, it was like watching Sonic the Hedgehog." said another Padawan with a shrug.

"Probably noticed six Jedi walk in at the same time and thought better of it." Fred laughed, heading into the Great hall.

In the Great Hall, there was a very obvious change, the room had been vastly expanded to accommodate four additional tables, two between the Hufflepuff table and the fireplace, and two between the Slytherin table and the windowed wall, the teachers' table had been lengthened too, most likely to accommodate the Masters, or perhaps just the Council.

With the assistance of Masters Cooper and Lee, Professor Flitwick was directing Jedi Padawans, Knights and Masters to the two tables by the fire, and Professor Snape was directing Dark Jedi Apprentices, Assassins and Masters to the tables next to Slytherin house.

Andrew for some reason was looking around the hall, almost feverishly, until suddenly, he pointed to a beam across the ceiling. "I KNEW IT!" he shouted. "Dumbledore's using one of my TARDIS cubes!"

At the teachers' table, Dumbledore simply raised a goblet in solute to Andrew, while everyone else gave Andrew a familiar, funny look. "One of your what?" Ron demanded.

"TARDIS cubes," Andrew answered. "It's basically a small cube with a dial on it that's infused with a Capaxo Charm, don't you remember me drawing the design for it last year?"

"Oh yeah, I remember now," Ron answered. "How's it work then?"

"Just attach it to something that's part of the physical room, hang it from a hook on the wall for example, and turn the dial until the room is the size you want it to be." Mel explained, earning an amazed look from Andrew. "I read the instructions before I sent one here, it's being put to good use I say."

They then took seats at the Gryffindor table. "I hope they hurry up with the Sorting, I'm starving." Harry groaned.

"Might take a while, what with having to get all the Jedi settled in," George answered, seeing there was a bit of a hold up as those who were flying or driving finally got in.

"What do you think kept them?" Fred asked.

"They were pitching tents," Andrew answered. "It was the first order of business for everyone who didn't get on the train." Jax was the last one to get in, soaked from head to foot, and Draco had saved a seat for him at the Slytherin table.

Colin Creevey caught Harry's attention, wanting to tell how his younger brother was a first year and how he hoped that Dennis would be sorted into Gryffindor. "Brothers and sisters usually go in the same houses, don't they?"

"Nope," Andrew answered. "Look at the Patil twins, Parvati's in our house and Padma's in Ravenclaw, honestly, doesn't anyone remember anything?"

"Be fair, you're talking about something that happened three years ago!" Ron complained.

"Any idea where the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is?" Hermione asked, she was looking at the teachers' table. Andrew and Mel looked too, there were a lot of empty seats, but as the Jedi finished filing to their tables, members of the London Council started to fill them. Both the seats on either side of Dumbledore's were empty, one was Professor McGonagall's, she was no doubt making sure the Entrance Hall floor was being kept dry and waiting to collect the first-years from Hagrid to escort them into the Great Hall for sorting.

The other, Harry and his friends all guessed, was reserved for Master Cooper, as he was in charge of the Jedi who were staying for the year. Sure enough, once all the other Jedi were seated, he walked up to the chair on Dumbledore's left and sat down.

"Maybe one of the Master's is teaching it." Lee Jordan joked, having taken a seat next to George.

"I highly doubt that!" Hermione snapped. "A Jedi wouldn't know the first thing to teach a first-year, let alone a seventh!"

"Oh hurry up," Ron complained. "I could eat a Hippogriff!"

"How dare you," Andrew scolded playfully, just as the doors opened again, and in came Professor McGonagall, followed by the first-years. There were a view stifled gasps as people from the four houses noticed Justin being led in line by a German Shepard wearing a harness, many even whispering about dogs not being allowed in school.

Andrew scowled when he saw Crabbe, Goyle and McCarthy pointing at Justin and laughing, but couldn't fight the grin when all three of them stopped laughing and started clawing at their necks, like someone was strangling them. The Padawan tilted his head to the side a little and noticed three Apprentices using the Force to choke the Slytherins, until a Master quietly came along and tapped them on the shoulder to make them stop.

The first-years got to the teachers' table and stopped in a line, all dripping wet. Several people, even a few at the nearby tables, recoiled when Bones, the guide dog, shook out his wet fur violently. Andrew didn't mind so much this time when most of the Great Hall giggled. There was one boy who seemed wetter than the rest, he was wearing Hagrids coat, he waved to Colin and mouthed that he'd fallen in the lake.

Professor McGonagall placed a familiar three-legged stool in front of the teachers' table and an extremely old hat on top of it. Everyone stared at it, the Jedi all looking confused as hell, as a tear opened at the top of the hat and it began to sing. It wasn't the same song Andrew remembered three years ago, and Ron pointed out during the applause that it sang a different song every year.

"When I call your name, you will put on the Hat and sit on the stool," McGonagall told the first-years as she unrolled a large scroll of parchment. "When the Hat announces your house, you will go and sit at the appropriate table."

'Ackerley, Stewart' was sorted into Ravenclaw, followed by 'Braddock, Malcolm' going to Slytherin. The Jedi around the room were quickly getting the idea of how this ceremony worked, also picking up that those in blue were Ravenclaw and green was Slytherin. Yellow was clearly Hufflepuff, as 'Branstone, Eleanor' and 'Cauldwell, Oliver' both went to that house, and red was Gryffindor as...

"Cloudstone, Justin," McGonagall called, Andrew hushed everyone around him as he paid rapt attention, McGonagall kindly helped Justin onto the stool and gently placed the Hat on his head. The boy flinched visibly as he heard the Hat's voice in his head, but soon it called out that he was a Gryffindor.

As the rest of the table applauded Justin, Mel got up and helped him to a seat she'd saved in the hopes he'd join her house. Right after him, 'Creevey, Dennis' soon followed him. The Sorting continued, with 'Delacour, Gabrielle' being sorted into Ravenclaw, Ron complaining that it was taking too long for his stomach, until a name was called that caused total silence in the room.

"Payne, Elizabeth!" McGonagall called. Andrew's head turned so fast his neck clicked. He watched as his little sister, who he hadn't seen since Christmas during his second year, stepped up to the stool. She had blonde hair which reached down to her waist and bright blue eyes, her eyesight wasn't as good as Andrew's, so she wore a pair of plastic-framed blue glasses.

"You've got a sister?" Harry hissed at the Jedi.

"He's got two, and a brother," Mel answered as the girl sat on the stool, there were tear stains on her cheeks as the Hat covered her eyes. As the Hat announced that she was a Ravenclaw, Andrew got up from the table, almost in a trance. Elizabeth's eyes went as wide as saucers when she saw who was walking towards her.

The girl let out a scream and, ignoring the Ravenclaw table, ran at Andrew, who dropped to his knees and hugged his sister tightly. "You jerk!" she cried into his shoulder.

"What did I do this time?" Andrew demanded as she soaked his neck. She pulled away and punched his left shoulder, hard.

"Fire at the Jedi Temple in London, where you happen to live. Twelve people dead, and we don't hear from you?!" she almost shrieked. Andrew flinched as he caught on to what she was saying, with everything that happened on that day and since, he'd not thought to get in touch with his family.

"Okay, message received, I'll write to Mum and Dad as soon as I can, promise." he said, trying to calm the irate girl down.

"You better," Elizabeth snapped.

"And you're a witch? Since when?" Andrew asked, getting to his feet and walking her to her table.

"Two days after we heard about the fire."

"Are you two quite finished?" McGonagall snapped, waving her scroll.

"Sorry Professor," Andrew called. "We'll catch up later." he whispered to his sister and darted back to the Gryffindor table.

"For a guy who never forgets anything," Ron started with a smirk. "You sure do let a lot slip your mind."

"Bite me Ron!" Andrew hissed back as 'Pritchard, Graham' became a Slytherin. Next was 'Romanovski, Katylina', Andrew glanced to see the girl he'd stared at on the train, he started staring again as she put on the Hat and sat on the stool. She was sorted into Gryffindor and Andrew got up to offer her his place, causing his friends to giggle at him as they moved to make space for him to sit down again. Two students later and the Sorting was over, much to Ron's delight. McGonagall took the Hat and stool away as Dumbledore stood up with his arms spread wide.

"I have only two words to say to you all," he announced. "Tuck, in!"

"Amen!" Andrew, Fred, George and Lee all cheered, as food magically appeared on the plates.

While they did as Dumbledore asked, Nearly Headless Nick pointed out that there nearly wasn't a feast. Peeves had wanted to attend the feast for years, but this year he'd thrown a tantrum in the kitchen when he'd been denied entry yet again.

"Wreaked havoc and mayhem." he explained as Ron asked what the poltergeist had done. "Pots and pans everywhere. Place swimming in soup. Terrified the house-elves out of their wits.."

Hermione was reaching for her goblet of pumpkin juice as she heard that there were house-elves at Hogwarts, she was so shocked by the news that she knocked the goblet over. She drilled Nick on the subject, learning that there were over a hundred elves working in the castle, and when she asked if they got sick leave, pensions and wages, the ghost just laughed at her about it.

This caused Hermione to put down her knife and fork and push her untouched plate away from herself, she refused to eat as the food was made, in her opinion, by 'slave labour'. Ron spent the rest of the feast trying to tempt her to eat by wafting food under her nose, until she gave him a look worthy of Professor McGonagall, when he gave up.

Andrew however, decided to leave Ron and Hermione to themselves, and chose to get to know Katylina. "So I'm guessing you're an exchange student," he said. "Given that there's a French girl our age starting this year too."

"You're right," she answered. "Andrew, right?" Andrew answered with a nod. "Mel told me on the train that you're a bit of a detective." she giggled.

"It's a hobby." Andrew waved it off casually. "How're you liking Hogwarts so far?"

"It's not too bad, I'm loving the ceiling in here." she said, looking up at the stormy sky.

"Me too, no need for the BBC to get the weather wrong, when we've got that." Andrew answered, following her gaze. "Bit of advice for you, don't go anywhere alone for the first few months, this place has a few things like vanishing steps you need to watch out for, and it helps if you've got a friend with you if the worst should happen."

"Or they can miss the step so I know to miss it too?" she asked.

"Yep, or sometimes, a step might just suck your foot into it and you really need help to get yourself out." Harry added.

Just as Harry said that, there were two quick, loud beeps heard above the chatter. The sound repeated itself over and over, until the buzz of chatter died down.

"What is that?" Hermione asked, looking around.

"I told you about that game that's been going through the Order, right?" Mel asked her, she got a nod in reply. "Well that sound means that someone's picking up a creature they can catch, I wonder who though."

All the Jedi around the room were checking their devices to see who was bleeping. "Seriously, who is that?" Andrew shouted, before he patted his pocket. "Wait, it's me, sorry!" This caused a rumble of mocking laughter as he fumbled with his pocket.

He pulled out something that looked like a high-tech mobile phone and got up from the table, walking towards the doors, the bleeping grew quieter. "Nope, other way," he muttered.

"What exactly is going on Jarod," Dumbledore asked the Jedi Master quietly.

"It'll be easier to let you watch Albus, personally I find a capture rather entertaining." Jarod answered as Andrew walked towards the teachers' table, the bleeping getting louder and more rapid.

The bleeping turned into a ringing and Andrew pressed a button on the touch screen, causing the device on his right wrist to light up as a hologram was generated on the stone floor right where the Sorting Hat was sat earlier.

The hologram solidified, revealing a green-skinned creature, it stood on two feet, with three claws on each foot, it had wide-looking hips, four wings, three horns and two sharp looking blades where its hands or paws should have been. "Scyther" it hissed as it uncrossed his blades, making the sound of metal ring out across the hall.

"Oh cool! Somebody make a note, first Scyther seen ever!" Andrew cried out with joy as he removed his Jedi robe, revealing a belt with six red and silver marbles attached. "Now, Scyther's a bug-type, birds eat bugs, so Pidgey, I choose you!" he pulled a marble from his belt, pressing a button on it, it swelled up to the size of an orange, he then pressed the button again as it threw it at the creature. The ball opened up, letting out a burst of bright white light, the light shot to the floor between Andrew and the Scyther, forming itself into the shape of a small bird, the light faded and there on the stone floor sat the tiniest bird anyone had ever seen.

"Pidgey," it hooted softly.

"ARE YOU NUTS!" one of the Apprentices yelled. "Great logic but seriously, a Pidgey against a Scyther? You're gonna get slaughtered, dude!"

"Let's see how it goes, Pidgey, Gust attack!" Andrew commanded, the tiny little bird nodded, saying its name again as it took off, beating its wings harder and faster than anyone would expect and creating a tiny little tornado which shot forward and hit the Scyther square in the face. It crossed its blades again and blocked the attack, growling back angrily before leaping forward with a raised blade, ready to slash at Andrew's Pidgey. "PIDGEY RETURN!" Andrew yelled, holding out the red and silver ball as a red light shot out and hit the bird, pulling it back into the ball.

"Told you!" called the Apprentice.

Andrew pulled another ball from his belt, getting ready to throw it. "Bulbasaur..."

"DON'T DO THAT! YOU FOOL!" shouted a Knight from the other side of the room. "BUGS EAT GRASS!"

"Oh yeah, they do," Andrew said, putting that ball back and selecting another one. "Growlithe! You're up!" he threw his ball and like the last one, it popped open in a burst of light, this time taking the form of an orange puppy, with black stripes on its back and beige belly fur, it growled at the Scyther, but didn't say a name.

"Growlithe, use Ember!" Andrew ordered, the puppy opened its mouth and flames shot out, hitting the Scyther square in the chest before it could block the attack with its blades, it hissed out its name as it rubbed the black mark. "Hit it again Growlithe!" more flames hit the bug and it dropped to one knee, propping itself up with one of the blades. "Now tackle it!" Growlithe started running right at the Scyther, pouncing at its face and knocking it on its back. "Pokéball, go!" Andrew threw the last ball on his belt at the Scyther, it crashed into the creature's skull and opened up, Scyther dissolved into a ball of red light and was sucked into the ball, which closed and landed on the floor, wiggling from left to right.

The ball eventually stopped wiggling, and the button which was glowing red, faded back to silver. "Yes!" Andrew hissed, clenching his left fist. "Gotcha, good job Growlithe." Growlithe ran back to his master, wagging his little tail as the ball on the floor flew into the Padawan's hand. "Sorry about the disturbance Professors." the hall applauded as Andrew returned to his seat.

"I'll trade you an Electabuzz for that Scyther!" one of the Assassins called out.

"Are you kidding?" Andrew called back. "No way, it's my Scyther."

"Wow, that was awesome," Ginny gushed.

"So what have you caught so far?" Mel asked, curious.

"Well, I started with a Bulbasaur and I've since caught a Psyduck, Pidgey, Pikachu, Growlithe and now Scyther." Andrew answered.

"Full team then," Hermione commented, earning a look from Andrew. "I get bored during the holidays sometimes!" she said defensively.

"You did great there Growlithe," Andrew praised as the little creature propped itself on the bench with its front paws. "Here, have some bacon," the Padawan offered, Growlithe snapped it up and gobbled it down. "Good boy, return," Andrew commanded gently as the puppy turned into a red beam of light and returned to its pokéball.

"Why feed it if it's a hologram?" Hermione asked curiously.

"It might seem pointless, but I dunno," Andrew answered with a shrug, "it feels more natural to treat them as flesh and blood."

Once the food was all gone, the plates wiped themselves clean and Dumbledore got to his feet. "So!" he called loudly, smiling around the Hall. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices."

He told them how Filch had added three more items to the list of forbidden objects and that the full list of four hundred and thirty-seven items could be reviewed in the caretakers office. He reminded returning students that the forest was out-of-bounds to all students, including the visiting Jedi, and that the village of Hogsmeade could only be visited by third-year students or older, and that any Padawans wishing to go had to be accompanied by with Master.

"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year." Dumbledore announced, pausing as he expected there to be an outcry against it.

There was a collective gasp around the Hall but nobody actually shouted anything at the Headmaster, so he continued. "This is due to an event that will be starting at the end of October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy. However I am sure that you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts..."

The headmaster was interrupted by a deafening rumble of thunder, just as the doors to the Great Hall burst open, revealing a figure in a black travelling cloak, he lowered the hood, shaking out a mane of grizzled grey hair and limped his way up to the top table, leaning heavily on a wooden staff and creating a dull clunk with every other step.

As he got to Dumbledore, there was a flash of lightning and the man's face was lit up. It was just a mass of scars with part of his nose missing and two mismatched eyes, one black and beady and the other clearly an implant of some kind. It was bright, electric blue and spinning around of its own accord.

After Dumbledore exchanged a few pleasantries with the scarred man, he motioned him to the one empty chair at the teachers' table. As the man started to eat, Dumbledore announced that he was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody.

"Mad-Eye Moody?" Harry hissed to Ron, mentioning something that had happened before Andrew and Jax had picked them up from The Burrow that morning.

"As I was saying," Dumbledore continued, having cleared his throat, trying to break the tension Moody's arrival had caused. "We are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"You're JOKING!" Fred yelled, causing multiple people around the Hall to laugh.

"I am not joking, Mr Weasley," Dumbledore answered with a chuckle, "though, now you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who all go into a bar.."

McGonagall cleared her throat loudly before the headmaster could go too far off track.

"Er … but maybe this is not the time … no ..." Dumbledore said awkwardly. "Where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament … well, many of you will not know what this Tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wonder freely."

He explained how the tournament was started seven hundred years ago and was held every five years, that a champion was chosen to represent each of the three schools, Hogwarts, Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, in three magical tasks. The tournament moved from one school to the next and was used to help young witches and wizards build friendships with those in other countries. As they listened, every Jedi in the room considered it to be an amazing idea, until Dumbledore mentioned that many of the champions got themselves killed competing.

Dumbledore went on to explain that there had been several attempts to bring the tournament back, and that this year they were going to try again, having worked hard over the summer to ensure that none of the competitors would be in mortal danger.

"The Heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving on the thirtieth of September with their short-listed contenders, and the selection of the three champions will take place during our Hallowe'en feast. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money." Dumbledore finished.

The Hall erupted with people whispering about how they intended to put their name in to be Hogwarts Champion, while Andrew leaned over to Katylina. "(I somewhat feel sorry for you)," he muttered in fluent Russian.

"(Why?)" she asked, curious, and shocked that his accent was flawless.

"(You're from Durmstrang, yet enrolled at Hogwarts, which Champion do you support?)" Andrew asked, drawing a few confused looks from his friends and a smile from Mel. Katylina nodded that Andrew had a point as Dumbledore spoke again.

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," he called over the chatter, bringing it to a halt, "the Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age – that is to say, seventeen years or older – will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration."

At these words, a lot of the students shouted words of complaint, George going so far as to yell "THAT'S RUBBISH!". Dumbledore explained, loudly, that even with the precautions taken, it was agreed that the tasks would be too difficult and dangerous for anyone younger than seventeen to cope with.

"Little bit ageist, but it makes perfect sense." Mel said with a shrug.

"I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion," his eyes were twinkling as he looked right at Fred and George. "I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen."

Andrew turned to Fred and George. "I beg you to try anyway," he hissed.

"Why?" George asked, suspiciously.

"He's a hundred and fifty years old, he's got to have a prankster's streak in there somewhere and I'd love to see you two get pranked for once!" Andrew was grinning as he said this and Ron was sniggering.

"As I said before, the delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving on the thirtieth of September, which will only be a half-day for lessons along with a feast to welcome our guests. They will be staying until the end of the school year, and I know you will each extend every courtesy to them. I also hope that you will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected." Dumbledore paused then to look sombrely to the four tables of Jedi around the room.

"Now, I've no doubt that by now, between extra carriages on the train, multiple pilots escorting the train and the additional tables here in the Great Hall, we are hosting the refugees of the recent tragedy in London." the headmaster explained, causing some whispers to break out.

"Finally we find out why they're here," one Ravenclaw girl whispered.

"It is with deep regret that I inform many of you, that the Jedi Temple in London, was the recent victim of arson, someone deliberately set fire to the headquarters of the Jedi Order, resulting in the deaths of fifteen people," there were horrified gasps around the Hall and Elizabeth left her table to go and hug her brother as his head drooped to hide his watering eyes. She had only known about twelve fatalities. "I ask all of you to please be upstanding, and observe a moment of silence."

There was a scraping of benches as everyone stood up, except for most of the Slytherin table, which didn't move until Snape and McGonagall glared at them. The Hall was completely silent for a minute, until Jarod nodded to the far corner, and Jak started playing a piccolo. Every head turned to notice that all but the lead singer of The Immortals were standing in the corner, minus their instruments. Jak played sixteen notes from John Williams' Binary Sunset, when he was joined by the Jedi humming the rest of the tune.

"May those who have fallen, rest in the everlasting peace of the Force." Dumbledore prayed loudly but gently as the humming died away. Many were wiping tears from their eyes as Dumbledore ordered them to bed.

"We'll catch up over the weekend, okay Lizzy?" Andrew asked his sister, she nodded as she left to follow a Ravenclaw prefect up to her dormitory. Fred and George stopped and glared at Dumbledore, complaining that their seventeenth birthday was in April and that it wasn't fair that they get left out.

"Are you okay?" Katylina asked Andrew, seeing the tears in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied, wiping his eyes with his gloved hand. "Just survivors guilt I suppose. I was at the Quidditch World Cup when it happened," he paused to shake his head, "I should've been there to help."

She rubbed his right shoulder, noting to herself how rock solid his muscles had to be. "You can't change the past you know." she watched as he scoffed a little, wondering what just went through his mind. "It's true you know!"

"I could argue that ever so slightly, but you're pretty much right." he said with a sigh. "I just can't shake the feeling that I should've done something!"

As they were walking, they were joined by Neville, who joined in the conversation of weather or not they should try and get around Dumbledore's plans to keep them out of the tournament. "I expect my gran'd want me to try, though," he said, a little miserably, "she's always going on about how I should be upholding the family honour. I'll just have to – ooops ..."

"See what I meant earlier, Katylina?" Andrew asked as his hand shot under one of Neville's arms, his foot had literally just sunk into a trick step. "This one's always catching poor Neville out, but you've never been around here so you wouldn't know."

"Don't worry, she's one of us, we'll take care of her," Mel said draping an arm over Katylina's shoulders.

"Please, call me Katy," she giggled. "Katylina's a bit of a mouthful."

"So where are you from?" Fred asked as Ron ordered a laughing suit of armour to shut up while Harry and Andrew hoisted Neville out of the step.

"Well, I was born in San Francisco, but of course it's now San Fransokyo," Katy answered.

"Oh my God, you were there when the San Andreas Fault ruptured?" Hermione asked.

"No, we went on vacation a week before it happened, but our dog was drowned by the tsunami," Katy answered, a little sadly.

"Um, explanation?" Ron asked.

"What do you know about tectonic plates?" Andrew asked back, Ron said he knew nothing. "Well, in simplest terms, the largest earthquake in history was about six years ago, the earth over the San Andreas Fault ripped open and part of California split away from the rest of the United States."

"Ouch," Ginny hissed.

"Between the earthquake and the resulting tsunami, nearly two and a half million people lost their lives." Andrew finished.

"Mhmm, and then Tokyo sent engineers, builders and everything needed to rebuild," Katy continued as they started walking again. "As a token of thanks, San Francisco renamed itself San Fransokyo."

"It's a beautiful place to visit, a perfect mix of American and Japanese architecture." Hermione gushed. "I went there with my parents for two weeks before I went to the World Cup."

Just as Hermione finished her sentence, they arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Password?" she asked.

"Balderdash." George answered. "A Prefect downstairs told me."

The Fat Lady swung forwards, revealing a hole in the wall and the Gryffindor common room on the other side, they filed through the hole, enjoying the warmth of the fire. Hermione muttered something about 'slave labour' and stormed off up to the girl's dormitory, Mel and Ginny bid the boys goodnight and had Katy follow them up to bed.

The boys followed suit, heading up to their dormitory and climbing into their beds, which had been made nice and toasty by warming pans. Ron made one last mention that he might go for the tournament and Andrew let out a tired sigh.

"I'd rather you didn't," he said. "I'd end up jumping in to save your ass every time I thought you were in danger."

Harry snorted at the mental image that conjured. "He's right Ron, and Hogwarts would get disqualified!"

All six boys in the room chuckled together and then went silent as they all drifted off to sleep.

Well, that's all until Mayday, hope you enjoyed how I've managed to tie Big Hero 6 in for later chapters. Please leave a review (be nice) and I'll see you next month.