Okay so I'm super excited by the ending of this chapter and, incidentally it marks the end of the first Book of Black! The new generation are growing and soon they will take over the world! MWAHAHAHAHA

No but Siriusly (Sorry guys it's like quarter to two in the morning and I'm kind of running on Red Bull atm) the group have hit Hogwarts and are going to cause some Sirius (Okay really got to stop that now) waves!

Let me know what you guys think of the groups first foray into the wonderful world of Hogwarts!

I'm going to go and have a lie down...

"So you guys are brothers?" Hermione asked Neville and Harold.

"Yes, though we were both kind of adopted into the family." Neville replied. "My father has Black blood and Sirius Black, our House Lord, requested it of his grandfather, when he was still alive and head of house."

"So you weren't always a Black?" The curious witch asked. Outside the train window sprawling green meadows rushed past at speed, dotted with cattle and lined with dark green hedgerows. All of the scenery was being ignored for the moment though as the three boys were entranced with the young muggleborn in front of them.

"I have been a Black since the age of one." Neville replied. "So has Harold. As Lord Black accepted my family into the house, Sirius Black was also in the process of quietly adopting Harold."

"I don't know much about my time before the Blacks." Harry said quietly, using the fake cover story the family had written for him. "I don't remember much and all I've been told is that I was blood adopted the same day as Neville. We were also made blood brothers. I wouldn't change anything though. I couldn't ask for a better family. Dad and Uncle Moony are brilliant! Wait until you see them teach! And, Uncle Frank and Auntie Alice are the most kind, loving parents anyone could ask for, it's best not to get on the wrong side of Auntie Al though, she can be scary. Before he died we also spent a lot of time with our grandfather; Lord Arcturus, and our grandmother is so warm and welcoming, she always has a slice of cake ready for us popping around."

"What about your parents Draco?" Hermione asked, turning to the quiet blond. "Does your father sit in the wizarding court too?"

"Father holds three voting seats same as Uncle Sirius." Draco nodded. "We are all really close too. We grew up together."

"You know you are practically our brother Dray." Harry said, rolling his eyes. "You don't have to act all aloof about it." Draco narrowed his eyes at his cousin, something was off with his magic, it was pulling at him and he couldn't work out why Harry and Neville weren't feeling the same. It had all started when the muggleborn girl had sat in their carriage. He didn't believe that there was anything magically wrong with muggleborns however, he couldn't find any other reason for his magic to be acting up.

"I'm going to find the sweet trolley." Neville said matter of factly, standing up. "Do you guys want anything?"

"Two pumpkin pasties, two chocolate frogs and a box of Bertie Botts please Nev." Harry said, pulling out a couple of galleons from his robe pocket and handing them to his brother.

"Coming Dray?" Neville asked, turning to the blond as he opened the door. "I'm going to need an extra set of hands." He shot a pointed look at Draco and the boy slumped his shoulders, he was in for a scolding.

"Yeah." He replied finally, standing up and following his cousin out of the compartment.

O_o_O_o_O

"Just look at them all high and mighty, getting cosy with that muggleborn." Ron spat, glaring into the carriage as he walked past, searching for the sweet trolley. "Can't fool me though, dirty deatheaters."

"I'm sure,"

"That's what they're doing." Fred and George piped up from behind their younger brother. He had failed to find a compartment of his own and so he had invited himself into theirs, much to their displeasure.

"Of course, they're just grooming her for their first victim." He growled. "You watch, they'll be deaths by the end of the year, and I bet you they'll have something to do with them."

"The only death will be yours if you keep on at them." Fred said with a roll of his eyes.

"I'm getting tempted myself." His twin muttered from behind him.

"Keep your head down Ron. The Blacks are not to be messed with." The youngest Weasley brother glowered at the twins before storming off down the train.

"I think we upset ickle Ronnikins." George deadpanned.

"What a shame. Maybe he'll find a compartment of his own now." Fred replied, turning back the way they came and leaving their brother to sniff out the sweet trolley.

O_o_O_o_O

"What's wrong?" Neville hissed as soon as the compartment door closed. "What' going on with you, I thought you didn't believe in all that nonsense?" Draco blanched as he realised how his cold actions might have been construed.

"My magic's off." He whispered back. "Something's not right."

"In here." Neville said, pulling the boy into an empty toilet compartment and locking the door. Draco sat down on the toilet lid with his head in his hands, trying to calm his breaths. He felt dizzier the more his magic fluxed and he was starting to feel nauseous. "What's going on Dray?" Neville asked worryingly, casting a cleaning charm on the floor before kneeling down opposite his cousin. "Show me." He reached up and placed his hand on Draco's cheek, whilst he was experienced in the mind arts he found it easier to control when he was in physical contact with the recipient. He felt the blond let down his mental shields and he gently brushed the blond's mind, only to reel back at the amount of swirling chaos.

"Told you." The young Malfoy replied, wincing as a headache flared behind his temples. "I don't know what's wrong."

"I think I might have an idea." Neville said seriously. "But, for now let's concentrate on trying to get your magic under control. I'm going to slip into your mind again and attach a thread of my magic to your core, that should stabilise it enough until we get to Hogwarts. When we get back to the compartment, I have a headache reliever in my trunk and whilst I'm getting sweets you are going to spend the next ten minutes trying to settle your mindscape. It's not perfect but it should hold you off until the sorting's done." The blond nodded and he allowed his cousin back into his mindscape so that Neville could weave his own special brand of magic. He sighed in relief as a familiar, stable and earthy magic enclosed his core, preventing it from fluxing and stabilising it's movement.

"Thank you." He whispered as Neville slipped back out.

"It's alright. Just get your scape together, I'll be back in ten minutes, and lock the door behind me. Draco nodded and as soon as his cousin had left, he re-bolted the door and slipped into a meditative trance.

O_o_O_o_O

"Get lost?" Harold joked as his brother and cousin re-entered the compartment. "You were gone almost fifteen minutes.

"Had a crisis." Neville replied, reaching for his trunk and grabbing a vial of headache soother, tossing it to Draco, who drank it gratefully.

"I'm fine." The blond waved off at Harold's concerned look. "Just had a bout of travel sickness." Harry snorted at that.

"Miss Granger, I give you; Draco Abraxas Malfoy, who can reach speeds of sixty miles an hour on a broom without batting an eyelid, yet becomes nauseous after two hours on a train." The brunette witch giggled behind her hand as Draco shot a dark look at Harry before laying down, his feet slung over Neville's lap and his arm over his eyes, blocking out the light. This only seemed to bring the dark haired boy even more amusement and Harold chuckled, ducking as his cousin threw a chocolate frog box at his head. The rest of the journey passed, uneventful, the occupants of the carriage settling down with books and sweets, or in Draco's case, 'getting a nap whilst the rest of them had their mouths full' and soon the lights of Hogsmeade station twinkled into view.

O_o_O_o_O

No matter how much they had heard about the splendour of the castle from their family, Harold, Draco and Neville couldn't help but gape at the sight of Hogwarts as she came into view. The lights inside the castle caused her to shine brightly against the dark sky and the towers and pillars that made up her infrastructure seemed to rise up into clouds. They shivered as they crossed the powerful ward boundary, feeling how well the castle seemed protected and then they felt it…

It started out small inside their magical cores, a new presence latching onto them curiously and they saw Hermione gasp and clutch at her chest. She had felt it too. It could only mean two things; the fifth had been found, and Luna was already inside the castle. They had already researched as much as they could about magical bonds of friendship and they were adamant that a full bond could only be achieved by the presence of all parties.

Draco now understood what had been affecting his magic on the train and he nodded at Neville to let him know he was okay. Neville nodded back with a grin, already having guessed that afternoon what was causing the young Malfoy's magic to act up. Out of all three of the boys; Draco seemed much more sensitive to their magical bond; and even in the early days of their lives he had always been the most affected if one of them came down with magical flu, or performed a rare piece of accidental magic; so it came as no surprise that he had been affected on the train.

"What was that?" Hermione whispered, feeling a change happen deep within her.

"Magic." Harry breathed cryptically. At Hermione's worried look Neville rushed to soothe her, using his unique aura to calm her nerves.

"We will explain everything as soon as we can." He said softly. "Things have just changed in a big way."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, worried.

"Everything's fine." Draco reassured calmly. "But, later." Hermione nodded, appeased for now though still unsure of what had happened. It seemed like an isolated incident, none of the other students had shown such a reaction to the castle's latent magic.

"This is it." Harry whispered as the boats pulled into a docking area underneath the castle. "Ready guys?" Neville and Draco nodded. "Ready Miss Granger?" Hermione smiled, rather nervously and Harold offered her his arm. "Then allow me to escort you." She grinned and took it, not trusting herself with words right now. Something had changed in the last few minutes, and she seemed drawn towards the three boys she had spent the afternoon with on the train. She was certain that this wasn't a bad thing though and as the graceful young man who was Harold Regulus Black escorted her towards the main hall, her face could have lit up the entire castle.

O_o_O_o_O

Remus looked around sharply as the small nymph like girl whom was sat on her own at the end of the Ravenclaw table clutched her chest and gasped. She looked around at him with large, blue eyes and he knew instantly what had happened. He now regretted bringing Luna to the castle on the night of the sorting. When she had first completed her bond with the boys, the first few nights had been restless to say the least. The joining of their magic had caused a massive surge in their energy levels and despite being mentally exhausted after two days, it had been a further three until the quartet had been able to sleep for any number of hours.

"It's happened." He whispered to his mate. "They have found the fifth."

"Damn." The Black Lord cursed under his breath. "I was hoping it would have been a few days away yet."

"Don't you remember what Luna said?" The werewolf asked. "She said she had a feeling their group would be complete on the red engine." Remus didn't have time to say anymore as the doors to the hall opened to admit the new first years. Remus and Sirius instantly picked out their boys and took note of a young brown haired witch on Harold's arm.

"It's a muggleborn." Sirius hissed in disbelief. "They have managed to befriend a bloody muggleborn." Remus was about to chew his mate's ear off when he saw that Sirius had laughter in his eyes. "This is brilliant." The Black Lord chuckled quietly. "This is absolutely pissing fantastic!" Remus took that opportunity however to hit his mate and berate him for his language in front of the children. Luckily the only person who caught their actions was Severus, who sighed and shook his head at their repeated antics.

"Honestly Black grow up." The potions master hissed. "Or Gryffindor will find themselves in the negatives before the year has even started."

"Go ahead Sev." Sirius replied gleefully. "All our lot are snakes through and through."

"But I thought you and Harold had discussed Ravenclaw?" Remus asked.

"We had, but in the end he reckoned Slytherin would win out."

"Makes sense." Snape replied. "They are much too sneaky for their own good."

"Luna has decided that she is going to Ravenclaw though." Remus said quietly. "She said that she knew that it was where she belonged."

"I'll bet you ten galleons and a bar of Honeydukes that muggleborn will be heading for the Ravens table as well then." Sirius muttered.

"Good bet if there was any chance against it happening." Remus sniped back.

"Touché Moons." Sirius snorted. The adults then turned their attention to gap between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables as the sorting ceremony started.

O_o_O_o_O

"Black, Harold Regulus." McGonagall called out to the hall and three of the tables burst into a furious whisper. This was the first time either of the Black brothers had been seen, and it was rumoured that they hadn't even been to Diagon for their shopping, instead having gone to the French magical sector. That particular rumour wasn't just a rumour though, Sirius and Remus hadn't been too enthralled with the idea of being mobbed by the crowd in Diagon and so had taken the boys to France for the summer. Their wands however, had come from Ollivander and they had been extremely careful in picking the time to visit his store. They watched as Harold made his way gracefully up to the stool, having first kissed Hermione's hand and the hat was placed on his head.

Now then, yes, what do we have here?

"Good evening Alistair." Harold thought inside his mind. His father and Uncle had told them all how to communicate with the sorting hat as well as revealing its name to them.

It's been a long time since someone has called me that. The hat chuckled.

"Quite." Harold replied.

Such chaos causes were your fathers and Uncles.

"Fathers?"

You cannot run from the fact that James Potter was your biological father.

"He is no longer. I am a Black and therefore I am going where I belong."

Such ambition for a mind so young.

"So it is decided then?" Harold thought with a grin.

Better be…

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted out to the stunned hall. Harry took the hat off to see Draco, Neville Sirius and Remus clapping like mad. Luna looked particularly evil for a ten year old and Hermione looked troubled.

"Whatever houses we're in, we'll always be friends." Harry told her surely before going to sit with the house of the snakes. Neville was up next and after a brief conversation with Alistair he too was sent off to join his brother at Slytherin table. Hermione grew more nervous as the list continued and Draco had to remind her to breathe when her name was called out.

Now then, what do we have here? The hat asked. An extremely intelligent mind with a thirst for knowledge. But, something inside you pulls you to the house of Salazar… Oh how very sneaky of them! The hat rumbled sensing the friendship bond from the boys. Oh Salazar would be proud!

'I'm going to Slytherin!' Hermione thought happily.

Oh no dear girl. The hat continued. I think you would fit in much better in Rowena's house. Therefore it had better be…

"RAVENCLAW!" Hermione look a little shell shocked as she took off the hat and sat down next to a small blonde girl at the end of the table.

"I knew you could do it!" Luna said enthusiastically "We're going to be like sisters; you and me."

"I'm sorry?" Hermione asked.

"My name is Luna, I'm a Lovegood by birth but I will be making my move into the house of Black soon."

"There's another one of you?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows rising at the strange girl.

"You'll follow me before long Hermione Granger." Luna said simply, turning back to clap for Draco who had been sorted straight into Slytherin. "The House of Black is on the rise, and us five will be right in the middle of it."

"Why do I get the feeling that things are going to be a lot more interesting with you around Little Dove?" Hermione asked, unconsciously calling Luna by her nickname.

"I know it." Luna replied with a serene smile.

What did you think everyone? Are you as excited as me or is it the Red Bull talking lol?