Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to JKR, anything you don't is mine.

A/N: Okay, okay, I know it's been awhile (again) but I actually have a good excuse this time.

MY SISTER HAD A BABY! I now have my first niece! Anyways, not like you care too much, but it's a pretty good reason for not updating my fanfictions for a while.

I'm not to pleased with this chapter, but I have big ideas for this book (OotP) I just need some fillers like this here and there. But enjoy!

Chapter 52

The next day I woke up much too late to Sam shaking me lightly.

"Hey Cat, better get up, Mrs. Weasley's convinced we're going to miss the train, she's going mad."

I groaned and found myself leaving the room only to find two trunks flying down the stairs toward me. I ducked them just in time – however, Ginny, who was just a few feet away, didn't and was sent tumbling down two flights of stairs.

"Ginny!" I yelled, leaning over the balcony. "Are you okay?" She didn't answer, but Mrs. Weasley had rushed over to her and was doing some quick spells to heal whatever injury had been caused. The twins passed me on the stairs, looking sheepish. I narrowed my eyes at them. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," they answered quickly. I didn't trust them, and as I started throwing all my stuff into my trunk messily Mrs. Weasley started yelling at them and I knew I was right in not having believed them.

"Did you hear that we have to have a guard on the way to the station?" Riley asked as she entered the room, setting a few more things into her neatly packed trunk before snapping it shut and heaving it off the bed. "Or, really, Harry has to?"

"No," I muttered, tossing a few final things, including the locket Kreacher gave me, into my trunk before closing it. "Why?"

"Why do you think?" she asked, helping me lift my heavy trunk off of the bed. I didn't reply and instead huffed. We'd get there faster without a guard, and Voldemort was supposed to be lying low anyways, but whatever. I suppose they didn't want another Little Whinging fiasco.

"WILL YOU LOT GET DOWN HERE PLEASE!" Mrs. Weasley screamed, making Riley and I jump before grabbing our stuff and hurrying downstairs quickly so she wouldn't yell at us even more. Grandmother's portrait yelled at us as we passed, but we ignored her just like everybody else was.

"Riley, Abbey, Sam, Fred, George, you're all with Remus," Mrs. Weasley told us.

"Why do I get five children while the rest of you get one or two?" Dad asked.

"Because Sam, Fred, and George can help you if need be," Mrs. Weasley said. "Oh, for heaven's sake Sirius, Dumbledore said no!" Confused, I turned around and found Father in his Animagus form jumping up on me. I laughed. "Oh, honestly," Mrs. Weasley muttered. "Well, on your own head be it!" The dog barked.

Our group was the last to leave. Fred whispered to me that it was so we would catch up to the other groups if they were attacked, but I just rolled my eyes at him as he and George each looped arms with me, skipping up ahead jollily while the dog ran after cats and birds for our entertainment.

"Fred, George, Abbey, stop!" Dad called up at us. Fred and George sighed but stopped. "You're drawing too much attention to us," Dad muttered to them when he caught up with us. Fred sighed and walked over to Riley, linking his fingers with hers. George rolled his eyes and, when I just stood there, grabbed my wrist, pulling me after him and everybody else.

"Come on!" Sam called back at us. He had hurried almost an entire block in front of the rest of us. "We're running late!"

"We're fine, Sam," Dad said to him. "We're actually running on schedule."

"Doesn't seem like it," I heard Sam mutter from up ahead.

Finally we were in Kings Cross Station and walked casually into the wall separating platforms 9 and 10 until we walked straight through to Platform 9 ¾, the last group to arrive just as we had been the last to leave.

"No trouble?" Moody growled as soon as he saw us.

"Nothing," Dad replied.

"I'll still be reporting Sturgis to Dumbledore," Moody muttered. "That's the second time he's not turned up in a week. Getting as unreliable as Mundungus."

"Aren't you worried that something's wrong?" Riley asked him. "I mean, if nobody has seen him for a week, I would be worried." Moody rolled his real eye at her.

"Well, look after yourselves," Dad said, pulling Riley and I into a quick hug before pulling Sam in as well and clapping Harry on the shoulder. "You too Harry. Be careful."

Moody started shaking our hands and Mrs. Weasley hugged us all at random. The dog ran around our feet, jumping up on each of us at least once. I saw Draco out of the corner of my eye for a second, and our eyes met, but Mrs. Weasley literally shoved us onto the train before I could do anything but start to smile at him.

As soon as the train started to leave, I waved out the window and watched the dog bound after the train until we rounded a corner and it disappeared. I smiled slightly to myself.

"Well guys, I'm off," I said, moving around Ron so I could go find Draco.

"See ya Cat," Sam said. "Behave yourself for once, okay?" I laughed.

"I'll try," I said over my shoulder at him before looking forward again so I could peak into each compartment as I passed. I had hardly made it through one whole car when I heard somebody calling my name behind me.

"Troy!" I exclaimed, walking up to him quickly and pulling him into a hug. "I've missed you, it's been too long!"

"I know," he said, embracing me back for a moment before leaning away. "Have you seen David or Sean?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No, I was just looking for you guys," I replied. I started to continue up the car, Troy right beside me. "Have a good summer?"

"Yeah, I went to France for two weeks with my brother to visit my cousin. She's studying there for a year, she wants to be a French professor." I had almost forgotten that he had an older brother who's not a wizard.

"That sounds like so much fun, I've always wanted to go to France," I replied.

"Yeah, it really was a whole lot of fun. So what about you, how was your summer?"

"Good, but we didn't really do a whole lot," I replied.

"Manage to stay out of trouble I take it?" he asked, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes, laughing lightly.

"Yeah, not really," I said, still laughing lightly. He rose his eyebrows questioningly at me. "We'll talk later," I added quietly. I saw him give me a strange look out of the corner of my eye but something familiar up ahead caught my attention. "Hey, is that Sean?" I asked Troy, since I was too short to see over the second year in front of us. Troy stood on his tip-toes to see over the kid, and said.

"I think so – yeah, that's him, and he's with David. Sean! David!" When they appeared to not hear him, I called out louder than him,

"Sean! David!" When the kid in front of us darted into a compartment, I saw that Sean and David had heard us calling their names but hadn't yet spotted us. "Sean!" I yelled again, and when he finally spotted us, I saw him smile and come hurrying toward us, David in tow.

I reached Sean first, throwing my arms around his neck and laughing as he wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up for a second as if it were nothing.

"Stop getting taller," I muttered to him. "It's getting harder and harder to hug you." He laughed, setting my feet back on the ground.

"Maybe you should actually grow for once," David joked, hugging me briefly. I didn't know what to say, so I scrunched my nose up at him in response. He laughed, shaking his head at me. "You're so mature."

"Come on," Troy said, nudging both of us forward. "Let's find a compartment."

"We saw Addison and Adelaide up there," Sean said, pointing toward where they had been before Troy and I had called them back. "They have a compartment and we were planning on sitting with them."

"Actually, I was thinking of maybe going to find Draco," I said, feeling slightly awkward. But the three didn't seem to mind. In fact, the only thing any of them said was Troy telling me that I should say hi to the Woods before I left.

After swinging by to make small talk with Addison and Adelaide, asking them how their summer was (they had gone to the Quidditch World Cup with their brother Oliver again, which was held in Japan this year) and telling them that I would see them later.

As I walked up the train looking into each compartment that I past, I wondered if I was allowed to tell Troy, Sean, and David about everything we had learned at Grimmauld Place that summer, deciding that I probably wouldn't be allowed to but that I probably would anyways. Not like the Death Eaters are after them for anything, they would never expect three average Gryffindors to know those things.

Then again, if they did, that could be bad. Maybe I shouldn't tell them.

I was almost all the way to the back when I found Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise together in a compartment. I banged the door open, causing them to jump and look at me.

"Where's Draco?" I asked.

"In the Prefects compartment," Blaise said. "You didn't hear he was made Prefect?"

"No," I replied. "But the letters were sent out only yesterday and I just…I haven't talked to him in that time." I paused. "Just tell him I was looking for him when he comes back, alright?" Blaise nodded.

I left the compartment, intending to head back to where I had been, but I happened to look into another compartment nearby and saw Riley, Harry, Neville, Ginny, and a blonde girl I didn't recognize. I wasn't going to bother stopping by, but I noticed they were all covered in a dark green puss looking thing. Confused, I pushed the door open and leaned against the wall, smiling slightly at the disgusted looks on all their faces.

"What the heck happened here?" I asked, unable to stop from laughing.

"Shut up Abbey," Riley mumbled as Ginny pulled out her wand and said, "Scourgify!" The pus all disappeared immediately.

"No seriously, what happened?" I asked, trying not to laugh this time.

"Neville's Mimbulus mimbletonia spat Stinksap at us all," Harry muttered, looking very pink in the face.

"Sorry," Neville murmured. I doubt it was the first time he had said sorry for that. Rolling my eyes, I sat down next to Harry, pulling the door shut behind me. I noticed the blonde girl watching me from over the magazine that she was reading, the Quibbler.

"You're Abigail Lupin," she said. I blinked.

"Black-Lupin, actually," Riley and I corrected at the exact same time. The girl widened her eyes a little – if that was even possible.

"If you say so," she said, sounding disbelieving. I stared at her, confused. "You're dating Draco Malfoy." I rose my eyebrows.

"Yeah, I am," I replied. She continued staring at me. "Do you have a problem with that or something?" I asked after a moment, not trying to sound rude but getting annoyed.

"No," she replied quickly. "No, I'm just curious as to how that happened. A normal Gryffindor and Slytherin would never even talk to each other."

"Well I wouldn't really call him or myself normal."

"Abbey, this is Luna Lovegood, she's a Ravenclaw in my year," Ginny said after an awkward moment of silence. I smiled slightly at Luna, not completely sure how much I liked her. She didn't seem to mean any harm, but she should know the right moment to say certain things.

Riley and Neville broke into conversation about his plant thing after another moment of somewhat awkward silence, and I read the front of The Quibbler that Luna was reading. She was holding it upside down, so it was hard to read, but I had heard of The Quibbler and wanted to see if it was really as strange as it supposedly had been.

After a while I had finally made out all the titles of the articles inside of it, and one caught my eye: Sirius Black: Villain or Victim?

"Hey, Luna," I said after a moment. She glanced up at me over the magazine. "Can I see your magazine for a moment?" She nodded, handing it over so it was right side up. I found the page and flipped to it, interested in what The Quibbler, the crazy magazine, would have to say about Father.

The article was illustrated with a rather badly drawn cartoon of what was supposed to be Father standing on a pile of human bones with his wand drawn. Narrowing my eyes, I started to read the article.

SIRIUS - BLACK AS HE'S PAINTED?

Notorious mass murderer or innocent singing sensation?

I was already on the verge of laughter after reading the first line, but knew it would be horribly rude to laugh so I tried to hold it in.

For fourteen years Sirius Black has been believed guilty of the mass murder of twelve innocent Muggles and one wizard.

Black's audacious escape from Azkaban two years ago has led to the widest manhunt ever conducted by the Ministry of Magic. None of us has ever questioned that he deserves to be recaptured and handed back to the Dementors.

I had almost forgotten that everybody had decided to conveniently forget that Father had been proven innocent for an entire year before the government decided to be douche bags and call him guilty gain. Still, I had no idea what this had to do with him being a "singing sensation," which he so obviously wasn't.

BUT DOES HE?

Startling new evidence has recently come to light that Sirius Black may not have committed the crimes for which he was sent to Azkaban.

There has been evidence all along! I thought angrily.

In fact, says Doris Purkiss, of 18 Acanthia Way, Little Norton, Black may not even have been present at the killings.

Okay, now he actually was at the killings. Obviously.

"What people don't realize is that Sirius Black is a false name," says Mrs. Purkiss.

"The man people believe to be Sirius Black is actually Stubby Boardman, lead singer of popular singing group The Hobgoblins, who retired from public life after being struck on the ear by a turnip at a concert in Little Norton Church Hall nearly fifteen years ago. I recognized him the moment I saw his picture in the paper. Now, Stubby couldn't possibly have committed those crimes, because on the day in question he happened to be enjoying a romantic candlelit dinner with me. I have written to the Minister for Magic and am expecting him to give Stubby, alias - Sirius, a full pardon any day now."

I blinked, completely and utterly perplexed. Obviously Sirius Black isn't a false name. Obviously he was there for the murders, even though he didn't commit them. If he wasn't there, then how was he taken away immediately by the Aurors?

At least that explains why Luna said "if you say so" when I said my name was Black-Lupin and not just Lupin.

Still, it's ridiculous. Nobody thought that Father was a famous singer.

Trying not to laugh, I handed it to Riley and said, "You should read this." It was only minutes before she was laughing, and I couldn't help but join in. Neville, Harry, and Ginny looked at us oddly and Luna frowned.

"If you're going to laugh at it, just give it back," she snapped, taking it none too gently from Riley.

"I'm sorry Luna," Riley said, trying to stop laughing. I was still snickering behind my hand, trying to act like I was yawning instead and failing. "It's just…to be honest, it's a little ridiculous that whoever wrote this article actually thinks Father – Sirius Black – is really just a singer being framed."

"My father's the editor," Luna said coldly. I stopped laughing immediately.

"I'm sorry, Luna," I said quickly. "It's just…people believe different things, and I mean…I just don't believe that Father's a singer in disguise." Luna was still frowning when a few minutes later we saw the trolley go by, and of course Harry, Ginny, and Riley bought just about everything they could.

It was only a few minutes later that Ron and Hermione came in.

"I'm starving," Ron said, grabbing handful of food and flopping onto the seat next to me.

"Is all the Prefect stuff done?" I asked Hermione. She rolled her eyes as she answered,

"Yes, yes, you'll probably be able to find Malfoy now."

"Malfoy's Prefect?" Harry asked, suddenly listening to us. I shook my head as I stood up, heading for the compartment door.

"I'll see you later, then," I said, sliding the door open and leaving before I had to hear them all talking about how much they hated Draco.

As soon as the door to the compartment shut, I paused for a second to roll my eyes at pretty much everybody in that room before heading back to the compartment Draco would probably be in, I heard somebody down the car clear their throat loudly and turned to see him standing there smiling at me.

A/N: Yes, I know, it was rushed and just a filler but hey I've been busy with the new niece because my sister needs help and yes I'm rambling but yeah sorryyy.