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"Ron, where do you reckon 'Mione is?" Asked Harry. "Dunno," replied Ron thickly, through a raspberry Danish. "Probably already on the train."

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Said a voice behind them. " Oi!"

"'Moine?!?" Cried both boys at once.

"No, that's not her Harry. That is defiantly NOT Hermione." Said Ron.

"Wanna Bet!?" Cried Hermione. Then she ran up to them, giving them both hugs smelling faintly of patchouli oil.

*)*(* A/N P. Oil is a really good fragrance. I highly suggest the scent*)*(*

"It's me, I really don't look that different! Do I..?"

"Uh , yah" Said Harry. " But it looks awesome! But that looks vaguely familiar."

"Duh, it's on me, and it IS me!" She said dully.

"No, no I mean I saw someone who looked like that before. I know a lot of people dress lie that know, but idaknow. Forget I said it." Harry mumbled.

"Ok." said Hermione curiously.

And with that the stepped on the train that would, in a matter of minutes, wisk them off to there other lives.