Parvati Patil: The Soul Within

Summary: Parvati Patil is just that Gryffindor prep and member of the Hogwarts gossip circle. She's just Lavender Brown's sidekick and fan of Professor Trelawney. Right?. Maybe not, after all, people change. 6th year fic.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, chances are that I don't own it.

A/N: im sorry it took me so long to update, but I have a 2 valid excuses...1)a minor dosage of writers block & and a lack of enthusiasm and 2)Spring Break...wahooo. lol. There was no way that i would even think of writing ANYTHING during spring break, i was way to busy relaxing. But have no fear, for im back and ready with plenty of new ideas. Also, many thanks for my two reviewers for the last chapter (you know who you are)...i am forever grateful... For anyone else please R/R even if you hate it (just tell my why)...thanks

Chapter 5: The Inspections

The morning of September 1st came much too quickly in Parvati's opinion. But alas, it was upon her and now she was attempting to fit a few last minute items (like her toothbrush) into her overstuffed trunk. She finally was able to find a small opening to stuff her toothbrush into before she approached her next problem. Closing her trunk.

It's not usually this full. She contemplated as she eyed her bulging school trunk. Must be from all the stuff I got when we went shopping. She allowed herself minute to think back to a couple weeks before when she and Lavender had gone on a shopping spree in Diagon Alley.

It had turned out that the article on Harry had, surprisingly, been true. The Diagon Alley branch of Galdrages had been packed full of young wizard and witch teens lining up to purchase the newest craze in teen-wizarding fashion - Potter clothing. Despite the fact that most of the clothing line was punk-type apparel, not at all Lavender's style, Lavender had insisted that both her and Parvati buy several Potter outfits.

Parvati was more than slightly embarrassed by the fact that she now had several articles of clothing donning the name of one of her classmates. Sure, he was famous and must have agreed to start the clothing line, but it still felt...odd wearing the clothes.

With one final shove she was able to slam her packed trunk and latch it closed. "I think that's everything." She muttered before grabbing it by the handle and beginning to drag it down the hallway.

"Hey Parv, you coming? We gotta leave now if we wanna catch the train." Lavender called up the stairs.

"Coming." She answered and began dragging the trunk down the stairs. Wincing as it made a loud thunk, thunk on each and every one of the shiny, polished stair. She was not halfway down the staircase when Lavender's mother came hurrying up the steps with a worried look on her face.

"Here, dear, let me help you with that." She said and, with a flick of a wand, Parvati's trunk began hovering down the steps.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome dear, your welcome. Now we must be going, don't want to miss the train."

The drive from the Brown's to muggle London took a little less than half an hour, despite the fact that they lived nearly 100 miles away. Kings Cross was packed full of muggles and the occasional witch/wizard (easily spotted, due to their severe lack of knowledge in muggle fashion).

Parvati and Lavender bid Lavender's parents good-bye and passed through the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, neither of them were phased anymore by the act of walking through an apparently solid wall.

It only took the two teenagers a second to realize that something was different around the platform, and they quickly noticed what. There was an Auror stationed at every entrance to the train, doing an inspection of everyone's luggage. Parvati spotted Seamus and Dean near the beginning of one lines of students waiting to be inspected.

She poked Lavender and pointed out their two friends in line. Lavender nodded and they began cutting their way up to their fellow Gryffindors.

"What's all this about?" Parvati asked Seamus as she approached him.

"Haven't you heard?"

"Heard what?" Lavender asked, confused.

"Wow, thought everyone knew already." Seamus replied, it almost seemed as if he was procrastinating the explanation on purpose.

"Get on with it already." Parvati snapped, she was beginning to get annoyed with his antics.

"Ok, just thought you would have known. Anyways, a shop in Diagon Alley was...well...attacked this morning. I reckon about 10 people were killed, and the scary thing was that the attackers left the Dark Mark."

Parvati took in a quick breath. She couldn't believe it, did this mean that the war was starting? After what was now know as the 'Ministry Incident' there hadn't been anymore dark activity over the summer.

"And that's not all either." Dean now took over, "They say that a muggle spotted Bellatix Lestrange near Surrey last night, and that's close to where Harry lives. I guess with all this commotion they decided to up security a bit."

A bit? Parvati thought in disbelief as she watched an Auror run his wand over Seamus' trunk and then repeat the motion over Seamus (think of one of those hand-held metal detectors) before allowing him to board the train.

Once all four friends had passed through the inspections another ministry official, this time with a MLE (Magical Law Enforcement) badge, led them to a compartment near the end of the train. The compartment had a label on the door proclaiming Sixth Year Gryffindors. He stood in front of the door and addressed the group.

"We will be asking you to remain in your compartment for the entire trip, except with express written consent of a Ministry official. Understand...good. I hope you enjoy your ride."

And with that he flung open the compartment door and stepped aside.

A/N Once again, very sorry for the long delay...I will attempt to get several more chapters up in the next week or so, but I can make no promises as I don't want to rush myself into poor writing. Also, sorry for the shorter chapter, the next should be a bit longer. As always, please, please R/R!!! thanks...i need any encouragement, ideas, suggestions, blah, blah....it will be greatly appreciated.