A/N: Okay, Okay, I know I said that I wouldn't update unless I got reviews, but I couldn't help myself… I swear, if I don't get reviews for this chapter, I WILL NOT update. That's that, now here's my annual thank yous: Sam, Alissa, Amanda, I think your name was Amanda, and all of my other reviewers…

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Chapter Two: Aboard The Hogwarts Express

Harry sat down on his bed. This was a lot to take in.

He suddenly remembered being a part of something he'd never been a part of in his life. He had four little sisters. He knew their names, he knew their ages, he even knew their personalities.

He remembered birthday parties with a younger Ron, before they went to Hogwarts. James Potter, he knew now, was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. There was no curse on the job any more.

The Marauders were still at Hogwarts, except for Peter. Peter was in Azkaban. He had been caught trying to kill Sirius Black, apparently for no reason at all.

The minister of magic was not Cornelius Fudge any more, but it was Frank Longbottem. He had two children, Neville, of course, and a little girl, name Allyson.

Harry could still remember his previous adventures, he could still recall how Hermoine and Ron met him, but he knew that it would now happen all over again, only slightly different.

"Come on, Harry," said his eight year old sister, Carrie. She was sitting on the floor next to his youngest sister, six year old Zoey. He had two other sisters, Mikaela and Daniella. Everyone called her Danny, though. Danny and Mikaela were twins.

Mikaela and Danny were complete opposites, though. They looked exactly alike, but that was as far as their similarities went. They had each inherited James' messy black hair, and Lily's beautiful green eyes. But Danny was a tomboy, and Mikaela was the most girlish girl you could imagine.

Whenever Danny managed to get into trouble, Mikaela managed to drag herself into it, and then, miraculously, get them both out of it. The twins were ten years old, soon to be eleven. They would be going to Hogwarts next year.

Zoey was crazy, just like Danny. She was Daddy's lil' girl, the perfect angel. At least in James' eyes she was. She was the perfect mini- marauder, and Sirius told her so every single time they met. She dearly loved practical jokes; they Weasley's last child and youngest boy was her best friend. His name was Alfie.

Harry and Lily managed to round up all of the girls and they started the short walk to King's Cross Station. As soon as they got there, and Danny started to wonder aloud where platform nine and three quarters was, Lily smiled and said, "Walk strait into that wall, Harry. I dare you."

The wall she was talking about was, of course, the barrier to the platform. But his sisters didn't know that. They looked at him, wondering if he would take the dare or not. He did, and then he disappeared behind the wall.

"Wow! How'd he do that?" squealed Danny, excitedly.

"I'll bet you could, if you tried," Lily told her, smiling.

But she didn't get the chance. Before anyone knew what was happened, Zoey was through the wall. Lily laughed, go figure the little devil would be through the barrier first.

Danny immediately followed, and then Mikaela, holding Lily's hand. She let go when she saw Ginny Weasley standing by Ron and Molly. Ginny was Mikaela's best friend.

Zoey was talking to Allyson Longbottem, who was standing near her parents and grandmother, Neville somewhere near by that.

Harry walked over to Ron, and said, "Hullo, mate!"

"Right back atcha!" Ron replied, "Ready for first year?"

"Definitely," said Harry.

"My dad said he reckons the school still hasn't got over the Marauders yet, he doesn't know how it's gonna deal with us lot," said Ron, jokingly.

"I dunno," said Harry smiling.

Just then, the Weasley twins came up behind Ron.

"Let's go, ickle Ronniekins. Don't wanna be late for your first year!" said one of them, picking Ron up and slinging him over his shoulder.

The other one came up behind Harry. "Let's go, Harry! Time to get on the train!"

"Bye, Mum!" They both shouted, together.

They then boarded the train together.

"Let's try to find an empty compartment, all right, Harry?" asked Ron, after Fred had put him down.

"Deal," replied Harry.

They walked along the train together, until they came to the very last compartment, and the least empty one. The only person on it was a small, bushy haired girl, and she was so engrossed into a book Harry very much doubted she even noticed them.

Harry sat down across from Ron.

"What house do you reckon you'll be in?" Harry asked him, knowing perfectly well the answer.

"Well, my whole family, except Perfect Percy has been in Gryffindor," said Ron, sounding doubtful, "I just hope I can uphold the family tradition."

"You will, don't worry," Harry replied.

Just then, the bushy haired girl looked up.

"I'm going to be in Gryffindor," she said, sounding very sure of herself.

"Oh, really?" said Ron, sounding irritated.

"Yes. Who are you?" she said to him.

"My name's Ron Weasley. Who are you?" he replied, rudely.

"I'm Hermione Granger," she said, proudly, "And, you are-?" she said, looking at Harry curiously.

"Harry Potter," he said promptly.

"Oh, yes. Your father teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?" she said, looking at him.

"Yes. How did you know?" he asked.

"I've read every book that Flourish and Blotts had on modern day Hogwarts this summer," replied Hermione, very much annoying Ron.

"That's great. Uh, I'm going to go check for the food trolley," said Harry, wanting to get away from Hermione as soon as possible.

I'd forgotten how much they've changed. He thought to himself. Hermione had grown less egotistical, and Ron had grown less jealous after a couple years of being best friends.

Harry decided he couldn't wait a couple years for them to get along.


A/N: Oh, man! I am so good! I mean, not only did I update quick, I had a semi- long chapter today, too! Well, at least it's long for me.

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