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A Stressful Beginning

(Harry's Perspective)

So the school year finally came. It was 10:30 and we still hadn't left the Leaky Cauldron. Kings Cross was at least half an hour away, we'll never make it. Hermione had arrived on time at the pub at ten. Her parents were supposed to accompany us there, mainly for the purpose of correctly paying the taxi driver in muggle money, which I could have easily done, but.... Unfortunately it didn't seem as if that would be an option anymore. We would have to go using the Floo Network. Hermiones' parents still aren't very trusting of this type of transportation, so they're sadly saying they're goodbyes.

Ginny was holding us up. She seemed to have misplaced her Defence Against the Dark Arts book and couldn't remember where she had put it. She disappeared for a moment and somehow she discovered it. We departed almost immediately, throwing the powder into the fireplace before stepping in and saying, "Kings Cross Station".

Once we slipped through the barrier to platform 9 ¾, we weren't in as much trouble for time. Actually it was quite easy to find an empty compartment for Ron, Hermione, and me. We returned to the platform to say 'goodbye' to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"Now be careful Harry dear. I know you're safe now, but there still must be some dangers out there that you need to stay away from."

"Yes Mrs. Weasley" I replied.

At this Mrs. Weasley looked bashful. She pulled me into that motherly hug that I love so much, before whispering in my ear, "Harry darling, if you like your welcome to call me Auntie." At this the steam sounded and we gathered onto the train. Kids sticking their heads out of windows yelling stuff like, "See you at Christmas" and "Bye mummy, don't cry!"

I sat down in my compartment all alone. Ron and Hermione were off at a prefects meeting. I was left to my own thoughts about what Mrs. Weasley had just said. Was there still more danger, even with Voldemort gone? I had defeated him at the end of last year, but were there still others at large? Surely all of those who were not again in Azkaban would have truly learned from their mistakes? I only pondered these thoughts for a moment, before I took into account something that had made me feel like I could never stop smiling. Mrs. Weasley had asked me to call her 'Auntie'. I truly had someone who loved me. I knew Sirius had loved me, and so did Dumbledore and Lupin, but it was different with Mrs. Wealey. She was like my mother.

(Hermiones' Perspective)

'Is everyone here? What do I do? Should I take role call? What is Malfoy smirking at? Why doesn't he do something? Why am I thinking about Malfoy? Role call, yes....role call!' "Listen up. We're going to take role call for the fifth years, since we know all the sixth and seventh year prefects are here. Ok...Budden, Jay?"

"Here."

"Creevy, Dennis?"

"Here"

"Doluff, Leslie?"

"Here"

And so it continued until I reached, without Malfoys help, "Vallene, Travis?"

"Here." A timid looking boy answered.

"We're glad that you all are here. We are your new Head Boy and Girl. I'm Hermione Granger and this here is Draco Malfoy. For those of you that don't know I'm in Gryffindor and Draco here is in Slytherin. Now this year is going to be quite fun. We plan on having many more social gatherings for the school, such as on holidays and what not. For all you returning prefects we ask that a sixth year pair with a seventh year. This pair should help guide a fifth year through all the new tasks that will be presented to them throughout this year. Um...." I was wondering why some people had started laughing at this. I looked around to see what I was so oblivious too and there stood Draco pretending to mimic me then he struck a dumbstruck face. I looked at him with disgust and said, "Ok then you tell them what they need to do."

"Sure mudblood." Only a few people laughed, most scowled. I wasn't going to give him any pleasure, so I didn't react. "So also Slytherins will be able to take and give points to whomever they choo-" at this there was an uproar within the cabin, "Malfoy, I'll hex you!" and "That's certainly not fair!" He replied, "Those are the rules...."

At that I piped up. "Who are you trying to kid Draco? None of us are allowed to take or give any points or distribute punishments. Anyway there will be a prefects meeting every Monday night at seven o'clock where we'll talk about everything that needs to be taken care of. It will take place in a room on the seventh floor. There'll be a sign on the door. Now today the only thing that you have to do is direct the first years to their common rooms and their dormitories. This meeting is dismissed. Oh wait. Patrol the corridors of the train every so often so there is no commotion. Ok, you can go." At that everyone left, except Ron, Malfoy, and I. I was glaring at Malfoy.

Ron saw my expression, and quickly left the compartment and stood outside.

"What the bloody hell are you doing? Malfoy, I know you like to be the one everyone talks about, but now you're HEAD Boy. Everybody is going to know you! Stop being an arrogant prick and straighten up. Set a good example for everyone. Did you know that Tom Riddle was a prefect?"

"Who?" he said lazily.

"Voldemort!" I replied haughtily. "Your dad's old mate, wasn't he?" I added coldly, not really expecting an answer. At the sound of the 'Dark Lords' nameMalfoy jerked violently. He starred at me with a great look of confusion. He looked not only mad but frightened. He shook his head as if saying 'no' but dropped his neck as if to say 'yes' while rolling those gray eyes, which weren't completely heartless. I think he understood me.

I walked out and down the hall with Ron. I looked back only to get my point across. We spent the rest of the time talking and eating, and I myself, reading The Beauty of Your Face...EXPOSED, disguised as Witch Weekly. The trip was actually quite dull. The only aspect of the trip that was somewhat intriging was when Ginny came to join us. Ron and Harry gave her such a hard time for being late earlier. "Ginny, where did you find your book after all. I swear I looked everywhere, along with everyone else in that pub, and no one could find it?"

"Well you see...I don't actually know if you knew, but Dean (Thomas, her boyfriend) was there. I was in his room studying the night before and, well, we weren't exactly studying when I decided to leave, ya know, and I just forgot it..." she trailed off, blushing madly. Because the expression on Rons' face she left soon after.

We arrived many hours later. Unexpectedly it was warm outside, but dark. Harry, Ron, and I were joined by Neville, who had found us. We slowly found an empty carriage to ride in. As we entered the Great Hall Professor Flitwick called me off to the side. Malfoy was standing next to him. He took us outside into a nearby classroom. "Now as you both know you are both the new Head Boy and Girl. We ask you both to take your positions responsibly. The other professors and I will call upon you at times to help us with specific things like some shopping in Hogsmeade, settling common rooms, decorating and palnning, of course, and in other emergencies. That is all. I just need both of you to remember that this is a position of great respect and authority. Good night, and have a great start of term."

We were dismissed. We went our separate ways when we entered the Great Hall together. We had entered just when the Sorting Hat was finishing it song.

So let this year begin,

Be who you truly are within,

And you will surly win.

The hall broke out in applause. Oh no! I had missed the last song of the Sorting Hat that I would surly ever be invited to. I confided my disappointment in Ron and Harry. Ron said, "It wasn't brilliant or anything. Believe me you didn't miss much." At these words he squeezed me around the waist. I found this unusual.

I glanced at Malfoy a couple of times during dinner from across the hall, sitting quietly between his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. I found this strange.

I was directing first years to our own common room, when I last saw him. Just to make things less tense between us I mumbled, "Night Malfoy." In something, not more than a whisper he said, "Night." I was somewhat satisfied, at least he acknowledged me without the term 'mudblood'.

YALL I'M GONNA BE GONE FOR A WHILE, WHILE I DO MY SUMMER READING AND ALL. BUT DON'T LOSE FAITH-I'M FINISHING THIS STORY!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!! OH YES, I KNOW I DIDN'T ELABORATE ON HOW HARRY DEFEATED LORD VOLDEMORT, SORRY. MAYBE I'LL WRITE ANOTHER STORY WHEN I GET BACK THAT IS JUST ABOUT THAT....