Erin and Molly got a long tolerably well the night before Harry's trial. They were both nervous and it just made Harry all the more anxious if they were fighting. They fussed over him. "It's all right, Harry, they don't have a case…" Erin assured him. "But if you do get kicked out, don't worry, you don't have to go back to the Dursley's."

He smiled. "Thanks."

"I've ironed your best clothes for tomorrow morning, Harry, and I want you to wash your hair tonight too. A good first impression can work wonders."

"It did for Erin and Harry." Ginny grinned.

Erin grinned too remembering back to that first meeting 5 years ago.

"Hermione—" Erin came into the compartment "Oh, hello, I'm Erin Lyancomp."

"Harry Potter." The black haired boy said. Erin smiled at him and nodded.

Erin remembered that day so vividly. Harry did too. He remembered how nice she was. He smiled at the girl putting his hand over hers for a moment before turning back to Mrs. Weasley. "How am I getting there?"

"Arthur's taking you to work with him," said Mrs. Weasley gently.

Mr. Weasley smiled encouragingly at Harry across the table. "You can wait in my office until it's time for the hearing."

Harry looked over at Sirius, but before he could ask the question, Mrs. Weasley had answered it. "Professor Dumbledore doesn't think it's a good idea for Sirius to go with you, and I must say—"

"Mrs. Weasley!" Erin hissed.

"—think he's quite right," said Sirius through clenched teeth.

Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips.

"When did Dumbledore tell you that?" Harry asked, staring at him.

"He came last night while you were in bed," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Kindly stay out of this," Erin told the woman. "I was hoping to have no arguments tonight." She had been uncharacteristically nice to her and she didn't like it that she wasn't being nice to her father. Erin leaned over kissing her father's cheek as he stabbed at a potato. He didn't acknowledge her much, but she felt his body let go of a little bit of tension.