Drake Troughton was standing in Paddington Station. He was in his ten year old body, like every other night he spent there. His parents were standing right next to the yellow line of the platform, both of whom were smiling at him.

"There's no need to cry Drake" said his mother, in a calm, sweet voice.

"We're just going to see some old school friends up in Cardiff" grinned his dad. "You're going to have so much fun with granny, you won't even know that we've gone."

"No, please don't go" begged Drake.

"Now Drake, don't be silly" scolded his mother.

"Here comes the train now" noted his father.

Out of nowhere, a train had arrived at the station, and was coming to a halt at the platform. As it stopped and the doors opened, Drake grabbed onto his mother's hand.

"Don't get on it" Drake cried.

"Drake, don't you dare make a scene" his mother teased him. "You're a big boy now, and big boys don't embarrass their mums in public."

"If you get on board that train, you'll die" screamed Drake.

"Nonsense" said his father cheerfully.

He grabbed his wife's hand, and stepped into the train.

"Mum" Drake screamed at the top of his lungs.

The next thing he saw was the room he was sleeping in at Tekkno's mansion. He was sitting upright on his bed, as if he had just suddenly gotten up like a jack in the box. The door to his room was slammed open, and Ebenezer ran up to his bed.

"Are you ok?" he asked worryingly.

"I'm fine" muttered Drake. "I just had a nightmare; I'll be alright."

"It sounded more than just a nightmare" said Ebenezer. "You were screaming in there like you were being tortured."

"I told you, I'll be fine" argued Drake. "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock" replied Ebenezer. "Good job you did have that nightmare, or else you would have been asleep all day."

Drake quickly got dressed, then went down to the kitchen for some breakfast. Isaac McLaggen was already there, eating a full English breakfast, whilst watching cartoons on an exceptionally large television set up on the wall.

"This is great" he declared, laughing at the slapstick the cartoon characters just performed. "I never had any of this at home."

"That's because most wizards don't know what muggle culture is like, even if you kicked a football to their head" joked Ebenezer. "No offence Isaac, but a lot of wizards aren't very smart."

"Don't be too sure about that" growled a voice that had just entered the kitchen.

"Morning Tekkno" greeted Ebenezer. "Enjoyed your breakfast at the Great Hall this morning?"

"Not really, no" snarled Tekkno.

"Isaac, I think we better go now" said a nearby maid.

"That's ok" said Isaac cheerfully. "I want to go in the swimming pool again."

"There's been a lot of talking going on around Hogwarts" said Tekkno, as Isaac left with the maid. "Talk of someone threatening James Potter to get the Resurrection Stone from his father."

"Why are you concerned about that?" asked Ebenezer.

Drake got off his seat, and went over to get some cornflakes in order to disguise his blushes.

"Because everyone has realised that three kids claiming that they're squibs have somehow infiltrated the castle" answered Tekkno.

"What?" gasped Drake, dropping cornflakes all over the kitchen. "How did they manage that?"

"Because somebody made a public threat to a Hogwarts student, and the staff haven't forgotten about the Hogwarts Express incident yet" explained Tekkno.

"Why are you staring at me?" Drake squealed.

"Don't waste my time Troughton" roared Tekkno. "Only one member of Cybersaur is interested in raising the dead."

"Fine, I admit it" Drake relented. "Happy now?"

"Do you know how harder you have made everything now?" Tekkno asked with gritted teeth. "Now everyone knows that there are imposters walking around Hogwarts, people are going to be on the lookout for them. How long can we hang around school before someone notices us."

"Let's not forget that McLaren girl" reminded Ebenezer. "She already knows who we are. If she decides not to be bothered by our threat, we're screwed."

"I won't come to that" Drake interjected. "Once I've had my breakfast, I'll go back to Hogwarts, and deal with the matter myself."

"And how are you planning on doing that?" demanded Tekkno.

"I don't know" replied Drake. "I'll think about it after breakfast."

"And what's going to happen when your blackmail letter inevitably fails?" persisted Tekkno. "Are you going to follow up on your threat?"

"Yes" muttered Drake angrily. "And don't you worry Tekkno; I already know what I'm going to do about that. All I'll say is that if I don't get the Resurrection Stone, the conversation won't be about Hogwarts Invaders."

Silverstone McLaren observed her quiditch team training rigorously. Darren Crawford from Gryffindor was making all of the players do pull ups on their own brooms, which were flying several feet in the air. Task and Redding were of course performing this job easily, so McLaren was focussing on how her other players were getting on.

"Come on Roscoe, put more effort into it" she encouraged.

"I've been doing this more than Dexter" complained Roscoe.

"I need Dexter's arms in one piece" explained McLaren. "My Transfiguration homework isn't going to do itself."

"Thank you McLaren" said Dexter, who was now sitting on the grass panting.

"You're in last place now Robins" warned Darren. "Trask has done four hundred, Redding's done three hundred and forty; you've only done twenty."

"I'm only a first year" protested Robins.

"Falcon is only a second year, yet he's done over a hundred" informed Darren.

"You can all stop now" declared McLaren. "Come over here Falcon."

Floyd gulped, and nervously walked over to where McLaren was standing. When he got close to her, she grabbed his arm, and pulled up his sleeve.

"Yes" she murmured, as she started squeezing it up and down. "I can feel your muscles getting stronger."

"You've done better than I expected" complimented Redding.

"I think we were wrong about you Floyd" admitted Trask. "Ruthless, hardworking, and putting good effort into getting yourself fit. You're a fine player for the time."

"Thanks…" Floyd said, though he was flustered over being complimented by the school's biggest bullies.

"Off you go all of you" said McLaren. "And remember; next Saturday is when the real work begins."

She watched her players leave the quiditch pitch, before calling over Darren to speak with him.

"Have you told them about your strategy for the Hufflepuff game?" he asked.

"There's no need" replied McLaren. "I'll be doing all the work. All they need to do is get our number up really high."

"I can't wait to see the look on Potter's face when he sees our new strategy" Darren chuckled malevolently.

"Make sure to sit with them, and signal me over" McLaren instructed. "I want to have a good chat with Potter during the game. Right now, I'm going to the Prefect's Bathroom to do my homework."

"Enjoy yourself" Darren called out.

McLaren made her way back to the castle, and entered the Prefect's Bathroom. She set the bath so that it was full of bubbles. Afterwards she cast an anti-wet charm on her books and parchments, then got undressed, and submerged herself in the water.

"Nothing like a good bath after quiditch training" she sighed. "Imagine being one of the suckers who have to do their homework in the library."

"Is it normal for witches to do their homework in the bath, or is it considered weird here too?" asked a male voice.

McLaren dropped her homework, and her eyes lit up in shock. A young boy emerged from the shadows, grinning to himself. McLaren immediately knew who he was; the Cybersaur boy who stole her hair, and threatened her into keeping silent about him.

"You" she shrieked. "Drake was it? What the hell are you doing here?"

"What a silly question?" sneered Drake. "Why do you think a second year would be sneaking into a Prefect's Bathroom."

"Why you little…" McLaren muttered.

The bath was so full of bubbles, that Drake couldn't see anything below McLaren's neck; though that didn't stop her submerging herself until the water was touching her chin.

"I was only teasing you" chuckled Drake. "I asked around about you, and I heard that this is where you like to spend time on your own. One of the prefects even gave me the password. I guess they liked the idea of you being sneaked on in the bath."

"How dare you" snarled McLaren. "You've already blackmailed me twice, spied on me whilst I was getting undressed, and now you want to blackmail me again?"

"Firstly, don't flatter yourself" said Drake irritably. "I turned away the moment I heard the door open, and I didn't show myself until I was certain you were in the bath. You seem to forget that I have Polyjuice Potion and your hair. If I was so interested in you, I didn't need to come here."

"What do you want then?" McLaren demanded angrily.

"Have you heard about the Hogwarts Invaders?" asked Drake.

"Of course I have" muttered McLaren. "You and your buddies who illegally boarded the Hogwarts Express, and who sent James Potter a threatening letter demanding the Resurrection Stone."

"It was me who wrote it" said Drake proudly. "But I didn't expect the professors here to fit all the pieces together, and Aaron Tekkno isn't happy about it."

"Well that's your problem, not mine" said McLaren.

"It is your problem" Drake argued back. "Because if we get caught and get thrown out of Hogwarts; then the muggles will soon be reporting how destined F1 sensation Silverstone McLaren destroyed her own career by burning down an orphanage."

"You bastard" McLaren roared.

"Before your first quiditch match, I want the mystery over the Hogwarts Invaders to end" said Drake.

"You expect me to fix it?" McLaren gasped.

"Yes I do" said Drake firmly. "People will believe that anything suspicious going on here is because of you."

"I'm not taking responsibility for that letter Drake" warned McLaren.

"I'm not bothered about the letter" said Drake. "I just want you to deal with the mystery on who boarded the Hogwarts Express, and who was hiding out in Hogwarts."

"And you expect me to do all that in a week?" asked McLaren.

"No" replied Drake. "Today is Sunday, and the Hufflepuff game is Saturday. I expect you to do all that in six days."

"That's impossible" protested McLaren.

"I wonder what will happen then, when the muggle news sees you kicking an innocent puppy to death" sneered Drake.

McLaren glared at him angrily. Drake held all the cards, and he knew it. If she hadn't left her wand outside of the bath, she would have been highly tempted to cast the Cruciatus Curse on him.

"Fine" she relented. "I think I have an idea."

"Wonderful" cheered Drake.

"I just need a photograph of you and the two friends you were with" McLaren requested.

"Here you go" said Drake.

He took out a muggle photograph from his pocket, and placed it next to McLaren's clothes. He prepared the photo in advance, knowing full well that McLaren would have no choice but to play along.

"Now get out of this room" ordered McLaren. "If you get caught on your way out, I will tell people that you were spying on me."

"Fair enough" sighed Drake. "But between you and me…" he paused for a second, to think of the most insulting thing he could say. "The money your bikini sponsors are paying you could have been better spent on literally every other girl here."

He turned away, and left the bathroom, chuckling all the way; whilst in the bath, McLaren screamed the most vile swear words she could come up with.

James was suffering an incredibly tedious Thursday. History of Magic was always painful, but it was made more so by Darren Crawford throwing books at him every time he dozed off. Charms and Defence Against The Dark Arts were subjects he usually looked forward to, but Darren's behaviour made these lesson insufferable.

Darren started off his first year of Hogwarts being barely able to perform magic on his own will at all, and has showed almost no improvement during the year. Now that everyone was beginning to get the hang of even more complicated spells, the gap between Darren and the rest only continued to grow.

"Why do we need to learn the Dancing Charm, when we can just take a dancing class instead?" moaned Darren.

"Because dance classes would take months and months, and would be quite expensive" replied Professor Flitwick.

James knew that Darren was just complaining for the sake of it. When Flitwick put everyone into pairs, James got paired with Bella, whilst Jackson got paired with Darren. Just two minutes after everyone else began practising the charm on each other, Jackson and Darren started fighting on top of their desks.

Defence Against The Dark Arts was equally painful, as Darren kept on interrupting Professor Bones as often as he could.

"If you can't shut up Darren, then you can leave this class" ordered Bones.

"Again" added Aoiffe.

James, Jackson and Bella were walking across the grounds, on their way to visit Hagrid. However during their visit, they saw Professor Longbottom and Aoiffe sitting on the grass together.

"I better take a look" said James.

He ran over to the two of them, and saw to his horror that Aoiffe's hand was covered in blood.

"That should stop any further bleeding" explained Professor Longbottom. "I'm no Madame Pomfrey, but I can fix basic injuries."

"Thanks Professor" said Aoiffe gratefully.

"What happened?" asked James.

"James" Aoiffe gasped. "You shouldn't sneak up on girls like that, it's creepy."

"Aoiffe was physically attacked by Darren" explained Longbottom. "He got into a fight with her, because Darren failed his Charms exam, and Aoiffe achieved an Exceeds Expectations grade."

"That's awful" said Bella, who had just arrived at the scene along with Jackson.

"Why don't you just expel him?" demanded Jackson. "He clearly doesn't want to be here, so why bother keeping him around."

"Darren is a complicated case" muttered Longbottom. "A lot of politics are surrounding him."

"Then explain it to us" said James bossily. "We're all suffering from him being a great big git, so you can at least tell us why."

Professor Longbottom thought for a moment, then grinned at James.

"Very well" he said. "Let's see if you can wrap your head around it."

"Is it really that complicated?" moaned Bella.

"Do you know who the last student at Hogwarts to be expelled was?" asked Professor Longbottom.

"Gregory Goyle sir" answered Bella.

"My dad told me about him" muttered James. "He tried to attack dad in the Room of Requirement along with Malfoy and Crabbe."

"Correct" said Longbottom. "The time before that was with a young lad in the nineteen eighties named Jacob, who was accused of persuading a fellow classmate in participating in some highly dangerous activities. The final time it happened to the best of my knowledge was with Rubeus Hagrid, after he was framed by Tom Riddle for the murder of Moaning Myrtle."

"Only three expulsions in a hundred years?" gasped Aoiffe. "During a time where so many Voldemort supporters were around."

"Despite threats made by teachers, we don't actually want to expel anyone" explained Longbottom. "We only do so if the crime is so dangerous."

"Are you forgetting that Darren poisoned me last year?" protested Bella.

"I haven't" replied Longbottom. "But Darren is more complicated than that. Here's a stat for you; there has never been a muggle-born expulsion in Hogwarts history."

"What?" James exasperated.

"Most crimes worthy of expulsions were made by pureblood supremacists" Professor Longbottom elaborated. "Most muggle-borns were victims of bullying, not the cause of it."

"I can relate to that" Jackson mumbled.

"Darren Crawford in this case is truly unique" muttered Longbottom. "In fact, it's been brought up in the Ministry of Magic itself."

"Why do people like my dad have to discuss expelling a psychopath?" demanded Bella.

"Many reasons" replied Longbottom. "Firstly, they don't like the idea of expelling a muggle-born student. Goyle was a pureblood wizard from a traditional wizarding family. When he was expelled, his life was ruined. Everyone in his world knew what he was."

"But Darren would just retreat back to the muggle world" realised James.

"And that can create all sorts of problems" said Longbottom. "It would be almost impossible to keep tabs on what Darren would be doing, and it would potentially be harmful for his mental state."

"In what way?" asked James.

"If we were to expel Darren now, and send him back home; he wouldn't be able to tell anyone about why he was expelled" explained Longbottom. "Also, since he's a child without the ability to go to London and back on his own, he wouldn't be able to reach Diagon Alley, The Leaky Cauldron, or any part of the wizarding world. Having an entire part of your life just taken away from him may cause issues."

"You're over exaggerating" muttered Aoiffe.

But James wasn't sure that he was. If there was one word he would use to describe Darren, it would be unhinged. He always seemed to be on the verge of mentally breaking.

"And that brings me on nicely to our final concern" said Longbottom. "Darren's magical ability."

"Or lack of it" Aoiffe joked cruelly.

"Do you think that Darren Crawford has complete control over his magic powers, that expelling him from Hogwarts and sending him back to the muggle world, wouldn't result in him accidentally revealing magic to the muggles?" asked Longbottom.

"I'm not sure that Darren has any control to be honest" replied James.

"And that is why expelling Darren is so difficult" concluded Longbottom. "There is no precedent for people like him."

"So we're just going to have to put up with him" muttered Aoiffe. "And get beaten up every other week."

"I'm hopeful that within time, we can get Darren more sound of mind" explained Longbottom. "Fortunately Silverstone McLaren will leave Hogwarts at the end of your third year, so at least that will be one less bad influence."

"Professor Longbottom, Professor Longbottom."

Nigel Thomas was running down through the grounds. When he got to Longbottom, he collapsed onto his knees, and panted heavily.

"Is everything ok Nigel?" Professor Longbottom asked.

"We found them sir" replied Nigel. "We've found the Hogwarts Invaders."