A/N I don't know what's going on with the quote problem in chapters 2 and 4 but I'm trying to figure it out, If you know anything that could help me please tell me. My e-mail is the_blue_max@hotmail.com it's so weird that the quote appear as some stupid symbol, it's only the ' and " " stuff. On with the story.



Oddities:

Making his way back down the derailed Hogwart's Express, Hagrid scanned the area for signs of Harry. Finally, he spotted Harry's limp form. Hagrid ran up to Harry and shook him.

"Harry are you okay?" said Hagrid.

Receiving no response, Hagrid gingerly picked up Harry and carried him to the hospital wing where he was attended.

Harry could hear voices and began to open his eyes. He blinked and the light blinded him and sent shocks of pain through his sore head. Groaning in pain he began to sit up but was forced back down again by Professor Dumbledore.

"You've had quite the day Harry, a concussion and three broken ribs, some kind of a record for you isn't it?" said Dumbledore.

"What happened?" groaned Harrry.

"A troll happened to you, and a few others to your friends, we don't know why." Said Dumbledore, "And before you ask, your friends are fine too, just a few minor bruises thanks to Hagrid." "I'll let you get some sleep Potter." Added Dumbledore as he walked out of the room.

Once again Harry drifted off into sleep.

Thanks to Madame Pomfrey's ministrations, Harry felt brand new when he awoke, blinking his eyes as she threw open the curtains.

"The Sorting Ceremony will be this morning, it's almost begun to hurry up and get down there." She said.

Gathering his things, Harry made his way back through he familiar halls to the Dining Room, which was already full. Seeing Ron jumping up and down and waving Harry pushed his way through the crowd of milling first years and sat down at Gryfindor's table. Everyone seemed to be looking at him like when he was a first year. Whispers of; "Killed it with his bear hands he did." And "Its a miracle he's alive I tell ya." Flittered past his ears. But Harry didn't care, he was just happy to be safely back a Hogwarts.

"Quiet, Quiet please." Said Dumbledore, the great hall fell quickly into a hush.

"The troll attacks threw off our schedule, although I must admit it's strange that they did such a thing (organized as it was), no one was significantly hurt and we will continue to live our lives normally."

Almost in blatant contradiction a wounded owl swept into the great hall. The owl's wing appeared to be damaged and it flew drunkenly towards Dumbledore. Madame Pomfrey caught it, removed the note, and took the owl away to the hospital wing, leaving the note at the teachers' table. Picking the note up, Dumbledore read silently and then beckoned all the other teachers into a side meeting room. The crowd was stunned.

"We will return, and it appears that the ceremony has been delayed once again, make room for the new students and start the feast without us." Instructed Dumbledore.

"What do you think's going on? Said Hermione.

"Not sure but maybe." Harry was cut off in mid sentence as the food appeared, and the oooing and aahhhhing first years combined with everyone in an uproar about the wounded owl and teachers' meeting drounded out the conversation.

"LETS WAIT TILL WE ARE BACK IN THE COMMOM ROOM." Screamed Ron.

Harry and Hermione watched his lips move to figure out what he was saying and got the gist of it. Harry glanced up at the enchanted ceiling and looked back down. Doing a double take Harry noticed the weather had gotten far worse: it was snowing. Harry tapped Ron and Hermione's arm and directed their attention above.

"SNOW?!" said Ron.

"At this time of year? What the heck?" said Hermione.

Conversation was useless in the extra noisy hall, so Harry got up and made his way towards the room that the teachers had disappeared into. Reaching the thick oak door, he knocked twice.

"What is it?" snapped a voice that Harry instantly knew as Snape.

"It's Harry, I think there's something you all should know." He said.

Harry heard whispering from behind the door, and then it opened, none of the teachers where even near it. Magic of course thought Harry.

"What Potter?" Snape almost spit out the words.

"The weather! It's snowing!" said Harry.

"We don't have time for meteorological reports Harry, get out!" snapped Snape.

"Wait a second, think about it Servus. Snow? Right after school starts and the train gets attacked by normally nocturnal creatures that don't work together. Sounds a bit suspicious to me." Said Proffesor McGongal. "Oh and of course the letter."

"Potter doesn't need to know about the letter. Lets go see this 'snow'." Said Dumbledore.

The teachers got up and followed Harry back out to the Great Hall, Snape came last, a look of disgust on his face.

Seeing the teachers come back everyone looked at them, and then followed their gazes to the ceiling, and saw the snow. The students let out a collective gasp, followed by another gasp and chaos ensued when they all saw the Dark Mark hanging above them.

"Crap." Said Harry.