Chapter 2 Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter themes, characters, or ideas. Unfortunately.

As Harry and Ron rode towards the train station Harry continued to chuckle occasionally. Every time Ron heard this he would glare at Harry and tell him to shut up. When he wasn't glaring, he was reading Hermione's letter. Harry already knew, or could guess at, all of its contents. However Ron, being Ron, had absolutely no idea that Hermione felt this way, and so was amazed with every sentence. He, of course, returned her feelings, but was finding out for the first time that she returned his.

Once he finished, Ron tucked the letter into his pocket, and turned to look dreamily out of the carriage window. Harry didn't get a chance to comment on this, since the scenery had stopped moving, and it was time to get out.

Ron continued in this dream state the entire time the trunks were being loaded onto the Hogwarts Express, and didn't snap out of it until Harry smacked him upside the head. "What the HELL did you do that for?!" He yelled, rubbing the tender spot.

"Oh no reason." Said Harry, looking innocent. Ron merely stared at him, one eyebrow raised. "Alright, you.you were w-walking the wrong way. I- I had to stop you from walking back to school." Harry managed to gasp out, as he bent over laughing.

Ron finally looked around, and realized that he was, indeed, heading back towards Hogwarts. "Oh, shut up, you git." He muttered.

"Is that all you're going to say to me this entire trip?" Asked Harry, "Because if it is you're going to be very boring." Grinning, he stepped out of Ron's reach and began running back towards the train. "Come on Lover Boy!" he yelled behind him. A second later he realized what a good idea it was to run as Ron began to tear after him.

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Three hours, Forty-Two games of Exploding Snap, Nineteen games of Wizard Chess, and Eight bags of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans later the Hogwarts Express finally pulled up to Platform 9 and ¾. Harry and Ron threw themselves off the train, and into the platform. As they picked up their trunks, which had been thrown off the train after them, they stared in horror at the maroon steam engine pulling away from the station.

"Harry, mate, do you ever remember the ride to school being that long, or that incredibly boring?" Asked Ron, in a desperate voice.

"Absolutely not." Said Harry, "Remind me never to ride on that train ever again."

"We're going to have to, when we come back after this stupid foreign relations thing. Hey! What did I do?" Asked Ron as Harry began to pelt him with Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.

"Only reminded me that we'll be doing that torture again. Thanks Ron, for that depressing thought." Muttered Harry.

"Oh, you're welcome," said Ron smiling kindly at Harry. "I always love to be of service to others. Especially my very favorite friend, Harry."

"Do you like being pelted with candy? Because if that is the case, I would be happy to oblige you." Said Harry, holding up the bag of sweets menacingly. "Just say it one more time."

"Okay.it."

"Arrrrrrrrrggggghhh!!!!" Yelled Harry as he threw himself at Ron. They began to wrestle, rolling around on the platform, until someone nearby cleared their throat very loudly. The two boys sat up and stared at the interesting figure standing in the doorway between the muggle and wizarding world. He was a very short, squat man wearing yellow rain boots, a brown and yellow plaid kilt, and a purple sports coat over a hot pink feminine tank top.

As Ron and Harry watched, the man walked over towards them and held out his hand. They both stared at it, unsure of what he wanted. After a moments silence the strange man awkwardly pulled his hand back and cleared his throat again. "Right, well, I'm Larry Forpes, and I'm going to be escorting you to the muggle airport that will take you to America. You must be Ron Weasley, and you, of course, are Harry Potter." He said in a nasal voice.

Harry and Ron stood up, still staring in amazement at Larry's odd outfit. "Er, right, we-" began Ron, but he was interrupted by Forpes.

"Yes, yes, it's a honor to meet you Mr. Potter." Said Forpes, gazing at Harry's scar. "Ok, well. Mr. Forpes, er, what are we supposed to do?" Asked Harry uncomfortably. He really didn't like it when people stared at his scar, and he could tell that Ron was getting annoyed at being ignored.

"Oh, right, right, come along." Said Forpes, finally tearing his eyes from Harry's forehead. He turned around and began to walk off through the gateway; not bothering to wait while the boy's gathered their trunks.

"I don't like that man," muttered Ron, "He's insane."

"I'm with you, mate." Said Harry, "Let's go catch up. We can't let a man that crazy wander around London without guards. He must have ditched his at the asylum."

Author's Notes: This is my very first Harry Potter fic ever, so please be kind. I know it's not the best, but it will get better I promise! It will become sooooo much funnier once they actually get to the high school because then I will be able to add my own little touches to the characters.

Anyway, please, please, please Review. I really want to know what you think. Thanks!