I am, as of right now, finally done writing random one-shots instead of updating this.

And now...we thank the reviewers!

Iam A. Guest, that was one of the nicest reviews I've ever gotten. Thanks so much!

Dragon MoonX, thanks for your feedback. I was a little worried they were a bit OOC there.

This chapter is for Hagrid's father, I don't own HP, and reviewers will be reviewed.

Okay, enough of me rambling. Let's get to the story.

At the insistence of Sirius, Harry didn't wear blue eyeshadow to Hogwarts. Of course, that didn't mean he didn't want to. He tried to send Sirius a sympathy card for his foot, but instead decided to send him one of Aunt Petunia's cocktail dresses to use as a tablecloth. After all, who wanted a boring old card when you could have a gift?

He couldn't buy waterpark tickets and neither could Yaxley, so that was out of the question now that he was on the Hogwarts Express. He was sitting with Neville, who had largely stopped talking to him and Ron, Luna, who was eating a salad of plums, beets, and dumplings, Ginny, who had Spell-o-taped marbles to her ears and claimed they were earrings, and a plump, red-faced second year no one knew.

All of them (except the second year) had formed a heavy metal band over the summer holidays and seemed more interested in that than talking to Harry, and he was glad he had Yaxley to write to. And maybe Hermione, except he couldn't find the letter she had written him. More than likely it was in the tub of basilisk venom he kept under the loose floorboard.

"I saw a Muggle yesterday." Luna commented, when Ron and Ginny went to try and dangle each other out of the train windows.

"Did you like them?" Harry asked.

"Yes, quite a bit. They didn't understand the Quibbler though." Luna reached into her bag. "Quibbler?"

"Thank you." When Harry opened it, it turned purple and began squawking.

"Oh, that's the deluxe Quibbler! Would you like the regular one?" Luna asked.

"No thank you. So how's the heavy metal band going?"

"Okay, thank you. We still need a name. They can't agree on anything."

"Maybe it'll come to you."

Harry really didn't feel like talking to Luna. That salad she'd had made her breath smell really weird.

Meanwhile, Hermione and Bellatrix were at Red Lobster. Hermione loved Red Lobster, but today she didn't feel much like eating.

"Something wrong?" Bellatrix then took an overlarge sip of water and it was now coming out of both her mouth and nose.

"I wish I was at Hogwarts!" she admitted.

"Why would you want to go to that Mudblood-infested dump?"

"Hello? I am a Mudblood!"

"Oh, right." Bellatrix had a bad habit of forgetting that, and Hermione doubted it was accidental.

"Is it too late to do that?"

"Not necessarily. We could always Side-Along Apparate or take a Portkey or something. But I won't. We need you here. Also, if you abandoned the Death Eaters to go to Hogwarts I would probably kill you."

Hermione sighed and picked up her fork. She knew this battle was lost.

I know this is short and I usually try to make the chapters longer than this, but I'll try and arrange for the next chapter to be longer.

You know, Fred Weasley really loves when people review...