Here is Chapter 17. Please leave a review. I don't own anything.

Chapter 17

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The following day, they had to wake up early to go down to the Hogmeade Station for the train going to London. Half asleep and half-awake, they dragged themselves, and their luggages, to the horseless carriages that will take them to the Station. As they got there, they found an empty compartment and settle there for the day. No one seemed to want to talk because all were very tired from the night before. So as a result, Ron, Harry, and Hermione slept throughout the rest of the journey. While dozing off into deep slumber, Harry had the same dream he has had many nights back at the Burrow. It was the same wood and the same eagle with the same stag and dog. However, as he look down to his feet and bend down to take the flower that the eagle had given him, there was a strange female voice, not like he have heard before. Distant the voice was and it kept saying the same words that Harry could not understand. A blinding flash of light and a pair of hands shaking him woke him up.

"Harry, wake up. We're here," it was Ron. Harry got up and went with Ron down the train. They crossed the barrier and into London. There, they saw Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley waving at them.

"Hello, having fun at Hogwarts so far," asked Mrs. Weasley politely. They nodded. "I've heard of the Icicle Ball happening again. How was that?"

"It was all right, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry, helping her with the luggages.

"I am so glad you two are willing to join us for Christmas this year. Trust me, you would definitely have fun," said Mr. Weasley.

"Yeah, Christmas at the Weasley. What will they think of next?" remarked Fred. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley rented three muggle taxis. They all went inside each one and arrived at the Burrow hours later. Too tired to even do things, so after dinner, they all went to bed extra early.

It has been several days since Harry was staying at the Burrow for Christmas. Outside, it started to snow so they spent most of their time there. Snowball fights and sledding are just examples of what they did for their spare time. Bill occasionally joined them but had to leave for some top-secret mission. Percy, however, hurried in and out of the Burrow and gets annoyed when they were "wasting his valuable time." One day, after a tiring game of snowball fight, they came in the kitchen and found Mrs. Weasley baking some cookies.

"Tut, tut, those are for after dinner, Fred," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, but mum. Can't I just get one?" asked Fred, putting on his puppy dog eyes and pouty lips.

"No," said Mrs. Weasley firmly. "Oh, by the way, we are going to Diagon Alley tomorrow. I need to, well, buy something for Christmas."

"Is dad coming?" asked Ron.

"No, I believe that your dad is busy tomorrow. Now, will you two help George set up the table," said Mrs. Weasley to Harry and Ron.

The next day, they all went, by Floo Powder, to Diagon Alley. They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, the entrance to Diagon Alley. They all separated went they went inside Diagon Alley. Harry, Ron, Hermione walked around the sidewalks of Diagon Alley. Ron and Harry insisted on going inside the Quality Quidditch Supplies. (A/N: I don't really know if that's the real name of the store. My friend borrowed my copy of the Harry Potter book) Once inside, they noticed that there was a huge crowd of eager people who are obviously waiting for someone.

"What do you think is going on?" asked Hermione, standing on her toes looking for a better view.

"Well, it says here-Blimey! The Irish Quidditch Team is here! And they're signing autographs!" exclaimed Ron, looking at a sign near the register.

"Really? Do you reckon we can get some?" asked Harry, jumping up and down. While he was jumping up and down, he bumped into and fell backwards on a tall woman. "Oof! I'm so sorry..."

"It's all right," said the tall woman. Harry looked up to her. She was a tall, blonde haired woman. She was sort of built. "Are you kids here for the autographs?" They nodded. She smiled and said, "I'm Catalina Mullet. I'm one of the Chasers for the Irish."

Both Ron's and Harry's jaws dropped.

"Hmm…Let's see seven autographs for the three of you. Oy! Aidan! Come here!" At once, Aidan Lynch, the Seeker of the Irish, came walking up to her.

"What's going?" said Aidan Lynch, looking around the four of them.

"This kids right here need some autographs," said Catalina Mullet, beaming at them all. "You three are going to Hogwarts?"

"Yeah," answered Harry.

"Yeah, I went to Hogwarts. My best quidditch plays are from Hogwarts. I'll still use them today," she said brightly. "There, you go."

"We saw you at the World Cup last year," said Ron. "You guys were really good."

"Well, thanks, mate," said Lynch.

"Well, we better go now. See you three around!" said Mullet. With that, they waved good-bye to them and left the shop.

"Wow, you bumped into Catalina Mullet and you got us autographs!" exclaimed Ron, not believing their luck.

"Honestly, Ron, they're only a quidditch team," said Hermione impatiently.

"Only a quidditch team? You don't understand, Hermione," said Ron. They started arguing about quidditch when Harry pulled them aside and point at the sign on a shop.

"What, Harry? What's that?"

"Magical Muggle Antiques? We are certified by the Ministry to sell this things?" read Ron. It was shop that Harry often saw but would always just walk by on. But there was something that caught Harry's eye. And that was an antique telephone. They went inside.

"What are these things?" asked Ron, picking up a lava lamp.

"They're muggle things. Things that used to belong to muggles," explained Hermione. "But why would they sell these things?"

"I don't know. For nutters who want to collect muggle things?" said Ron. Harry looked around the shop. It wasn't really filled with people. No one seemed to be eager to sell to them. On the contrary, no one was even in the shop. Harry's eyes came around to a huge standing mirror. It was really old with ancient runes going about the edges. On the bottom, it read: "I show you the past, but not in time…" Harry looked at the mirror. It showed him looking at himself, but gradually dissolved away and showed, Harry blinked, the entrance hall of Hogwarts.

"Harry, what's that? Is that Hogwarts?" asked Hermione, behind him.

"Blimey, look at that? Is that the real Hogwarts?" asked Ron. He looked closer at the mirror. He squinted his eyes. Before anyone can say anything, he touched the mirror. Then the mirror, as if made out of liquid, began to swirl. It then glowed a bright yellow color.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know!"

"Ron!"

Harry grabbed Ron by the arm. He noticed Hermione did the same. At once, Harry felt a jerk at his navel. It dragged him, Hermione, and Ron inside.

THUD

They landed on a stone floor. It was nighttime. Harry looked up and saw where they were. And that's when he knew it. They were back at Hogwarts. Or were they?

Okay, I'll leave it there for now. Please leave a review. The next chapter would be really exciting. Can't say anymore.