I am so sorry for abandoning this story. I have now continued it, so there you are. All I can say in my excuse is that I've been a lazy bum.

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Chapter 2

Sleeping on the Train

It was an ordinary day to be going to Hogwarts. A day that was sunny and bright, with only the occasional cloud. Harry expected that he would spend this trip to Hogwarts much like the previous ones: chatting with friends, the appearance of Malfoy, and plenty of food. It didn't quite turn out that way.

He boarded the crimson train, his emerald eyes gleaming with happiness of going back to school and the anticipation of meeting up with old friends. Hedwig and his trunk bumped along behind him as he bustled through the aisle looking for his companion, who he found without much trouble.

They were in one of the two very middle compartments. He paused out side a moment, watching them, for they hadn't yet seen him. The two sixth years were quarrelling, but he wasn't listening.

It'll be nice to be with old friends. I won't have to think as much about it.

It was then that he walked through the door, to prevent further contemplation on the sad events of the year before. The two prefects immediately silenced themselves, and spun round to see Harry.

"Hey guys, what's up?" he asked them cheerily, expected to be greeted with enthusiastic tales of their summers. However, there reactions were different than expected.

"Up? Nothing's up? Why would you think something's up?" the redhead said nervously.

"Er, I didn't mean anything by it," Harry replied cautiously.

"Of course you didn't," Hermione replied a bit too quickly, "Ron's just being paranoid. Aren't you Ron?" she paused briefly and the flustered nodded his head frantically, then continued, "Look, we're real sorry Harry, but we have to go to the prefect meeting. It was nice seeing you before we go. We'll be back soon." She had said it all in a rather odd way, as though trying to cover up something, but Harry just figured their quarreling had something to do with him. They often acted like that if it did.

"Okay..." he said slowly, "I guess I'll see you later, then. Bye."

They departed quickly (maybe a bit too quickly, Harry decided), and the Boy-Who-Lived was left alone. He but his things on the luggage rack, then began reading the book Luna had gotten him. When he looked at his watch, he saw that it had been a half hour since the other two of the trio left.

I wonder why it's taking so long. It shouldn't have, they already know what they're duties are.

It was a few minutes later when he finally had company. In the doorway stood Luna, with the same dreamy expression etched on her face. He looked up, and it was some time before she said anything. Eventually she seemed to come to and asked to join the reading teen.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"No, not at all."

Harry thought she would sit in a seat a bit away from him, or maybe across from him, but he was once again wrong. She plopped down right next to him, and far closer than necessary. The boy braced himself for discomfort, but it never came. Though perplexed, he credited it to their cloud-watching venture.

"So, how've you been?" he asked her.

"Not bad. A bit bored, but that's to be expected."

"Ah." And that was the last they said. Harry went back to his book, and Luna took out the latest edition of The Quibbler.

At one point, Luna dozed off. This would have been fine had she not been sitting up. As it was, she fell against Harry, and he froze, not knowing what to do.

Oh no! She's on my chest! AH! Well, it is kind of comfortable...WHAT?!? No, no, no! Not comfy, wretched and awful! Oh, she's snuggling into me. That's kind of cute...AH! NO! WHAT IN BLOODY HELL AM I THINKING?!?! Ok, calm down now Harry. You're just a bit lonely, that's all. Yeah that's it. I just haven't had much wizard contact lately, and it's making me see Luna differently. OK then, how to get her off?

Completely forgetting magic, he decided the best thing to do would be to gently push her off. She was sitting between him and the wall with the window, so Harry thought she would land on that wall. He was just about to push her, when he remembered something.

I'm such an idiot. Walls are hard. I should levitate a pillow over there.

And so he did just that, right against where he thought she'd hit. Then he pushed her, however he soon saw that his calculations had been quite wrong.

When he pushed her, instead of heading for the pillow, she was falling toward the widow sill, which was very hard and would leave a nice big bump.

Seeing this, Harry hurriedly moved his wand in a desperate attempt to move the pillow to the right spot. It was a second to late. Her head hit the window sill, then the pillow hit her head. There was a nasty sound as she hit.

Not two seconds later, gravity did it's job and she fell to the floor headfirst with a loud TTHUMP! Harry sat there in shock.

Oh no, what did I do?!? She'll have a concussion, or worse, a coma. Or what if...OH NO I KILLED HER!!! What have I done?!? I should have just left her lying on top of me...Ew! That didn't sound right! AH! Bad visuals!

The-boy-who-was-guilty was then interrupted by the blond on the floor stirring.

Oh, she's not dead.

"What happened?" a very disoriented Luna asked.

"Er...you sort of, uh, fell asleep."

"Oh." She then proceeded to get up, put away the pillow, and leave without so much as rubbing her head. Harry was astonished.

In her absence, Harry checked his watch. It was 3:00, and he wondered where his fellow Gryffindors could be. He was pondering the answer, but was interrupted by an unwanted presence.

"Potter," The familiar voice drawled, leaning against the doorway, saying as both an insult and a greeting.

"Malfoy," the brunette shot back in the same cold tone. They stood in silence for a minute or so, glaring daggers at each other. However, Harry's curiosity go the better of him, and he had to break the silence.

"Do you know what's keeping Ron and Hermione?"

"Do you really think I'd keep up with the Weasel and the Mudblood? What makes you think I'd know where they are?" Malfoy's voice was like venom.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you were just in a prefect meeting with them?" Harry replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, three hours ago. That meeting only took five minutes. You really don't think I'd waste 3 hours of my life following them do you?"

"Of course not. If you did I'd kill you."

"So Potter-" this was the part where the insults fly, but it didn't happen that way, because a certain someone came back.

"Excuse me, could you move?"

Malfoy stopped mid-sentence as a look of shock came upon his face. It seemed he was trying really hard not to blow up.

"Did you just tell me to move?" his voice was dangerously low. He obviously didn't take well to getting orders from Looney Lovegood.

"Yes, I believe I did," and with that she lightly pushed him, and he stumbled backwards. Luna shut the compartment door in his face, then once again lopped down too-close-for-comfort-though-it-wasn't-awkward next to Harry.

"So, seen any good clouds lately?"

They talked for a long time, though the topics are unimportant. It was an average day-to-day conversation as once often has with friends. They spoke of clouds, Harry's chances of Quidditch Captain, and many other things.

Eventually they did stop talking, for Harry had to change into his robes. Once he came back they gathered their things. The emerald-eyed teen gave up on Hermione and Ron coming, and got into a carriage with Luna when they exited the scarlet train. On the way towards the carriage, Harry got the familiar greeting from his half giant friend.

"Harry! Yer doin alright, I hope?" Harry nodded his head in reply.

Good, my entire world isn't upside down today.

"Where 'ave the others got to?" The teenager shrugged in return, getting into the thestral drawn carriage.

"It's still strange," the Gryffindor whispered under his breath. To his surprise, the Ravenclaw answered.

"What is?"

"Seeing thestrals, especially since..." he whispered, trailing off, still not able to admit that Sirius had died out loud. Somehow she must have understood, and didn't make him say it.

"I know," it was just a simple statement, but somehow it comforted him slightly. She continued, "Before my first year at Hogwarts, my dad gave me a talk about it. It was really awkward."

"I can imagine. 'Your going to see something no one else can. Don't make a ruckus about it.'"

"That's pretty much how it went. He was all twitchy and uncomfortable. It was like having a prequel to the Sex Talk. That one was hilarious though. I was twelve, so I already knew everything he was telling me. I swear he I thought he was going to hyperventilate, but I let him finish. When he finally shut up, I told him, 'Oh, I already knew all that,' and I thought he was going to faint."

"It's hard to see you doing something that mean."

"Well, seeing as how we've never spoken for too long, it makes sense you've never seen Desdemona. Agatha usually suppresses her."

"Huh?"

"Desdemona and Agatha are my evil and good sides."

"Oh."

She named her personalities? That's weird! Well, then again, this is Luna. Wait a minute. Were we just discussing...THE SEX TALK!!! What the crap! Since when do people discuss that! Oh well. I have to keep telling myself, this is Luna.

They then arrived at the castle, and exited the carriage. They waved a friendly good-bye as they got lost in the crowd, shuffling slowly toward the feast.

When Harry entered the Great Hall, he saw Ron and Hermione sitting at Gryffindor table with their backs to him. With a mischievous grin, he snuck up behind them as they talked in low whispers. He grabbed their shoulders quickly, causing Hermione to shriek and Ron to jump.

"Well now, I should be offended. First I don't see you on the train at all, and now that you finally get to look at me, you act as though you've seen a ghost."

"A ghost? What's wrong with ghosts?"

"Nothing Ron," Hermione informs him, "it's a muggle expression. Now then, are you going to sit down or not, O Scary One?"

"Don't mind if I do," Harry then pushed them aside and sat in the middle, "So, what were you two up to on the train?"

"Oh, uh, prefect meeting, you know." Of course, Harry knew better, but decided it best not to bring it up. Not just yet, anyway.

The first years were sorted, and Gryffindor got its fair share of students. Once they had all settled down, the Headmaster rose, the ever familiar twinkle in his eye.

"Attention please! I would like to say Welcome to the New, and Welcome Back to the Returning! May you all have a delightfully educational year! Just a few announcements and we can enjoy the lovely feast that has been prepared for us.

"First off, I would like to remind all of you that the Forbidden Forest is strictly, well, forbidden.

"Our caretaker has extended the list of contraband, and it can still be viewed on his offic door. I highly suggest if you plan to read it, take a magnifying glass, the print is quite small.

"We have yet another new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Tarak." He waited for the applause to end, and as the students surveyed the young teacher, he continued.

As a final bit of news, I am glad to inform you all that Hogwarts is starting a new tradition. This year we will be holding dances regularly, and all are welcome to attend. Except for certain dances, they will not require formal attire. You will be notified of the date to be held two weeks in advance.

"Now, with all said, let's eat!"

Harry sat happily eating throughout the meal, thoughts of dances buzzing through his mind like a bumble-bee. He noticed Hermione wasn't talking much, and Ron wasn't eating much, but he paid it no mind. Every once and a while he could feel someone staring at him, but that didn't seem unusual.

With his stomach full, he walked up to Gryffindor tower, and quickly went to sleep. He slept soundly, except for the occasional appearance of Sirius.

Well, it isn't the best, but I had writer's block. I hope you liked! Please review!