Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any part there of. The views in this story are purely my own and are in no way connected to the company them self or any other human being on earth for that matter. This story will involve Shoen - Ai (male/male relationships) if that is against you please leave now. Other than that, enjoy.


A Chance Granted by Fate

They were going back, and that was enough to set his spirits on high. Sure it meant another year with snape, another year of putting up with Filch but at least he got away from Uncle Vernon and that over-filled balloon of a cousin, Dudley. Slipping furtherer down into the train seat cushion he reveled at the how it felt to be back within his robes, and back among friends. He glanced quickly around to see the faces of his fellow students as they were engaged in conversations that he could only begin to imagine. Somehow crammed into the same cabin with himself were: Ron and Hermione (who didn't see that coming), but also there were both of the Weasly twins and the clumsy yet extremely friendly Nevil Longbottom. Lost within his own world, reveling in the atmosphere that he so desired but rarely had the chance to enjoy, he was suddenly pulled from his trance by the voice of another nearby.

"Harry, is everything alright?" Hermione's voice rang clearly in his ears as her question pressed into his mind.

"Yes...Yes, fine, just thinking about how wonderful it is to be back in good company."

At his comment the Weasly twins grinned mischievously, exchanging a quick glance with one another, only ensuring future trouble. There was no time to ponder what may come later, though, as a quick rapping was heard on the other side of the train cabin's door. Pushing slowly open, careful not to startle whomever may be on the other side of the screen all members of the small company were startled to find the most despised teacher of all at hogwarts standing without their room, Professor Severus Snape. His grim expression fell down heavy upon the children and seemed to dampen the moods of all in the room. With the unexpected quickness of a flock of frightened swallows taking flight, Snape spoke causing Nevil to jump slightly and then cower behind Ron.

"Due to an increase in wizard duels upon the train it has been issued that all student's wands are to be confiscated until the trip to Hogwarts has been completed."

The announcement brought forth a wave of backlash from the six within the compartment, but they were quickly cut short as the dark professor raised a single hand in protest to them all, calling them to silence.

"The orders have been issued and cannot be changed so if you would kindly hand over your wands."

His voice was cold and foreboding as he was reluctantly handed six wands which he magically marked for easy retrieval upon arrival at the school of witchcraft and wizardry. Turning sharply he walked on to the next compartment to repeat the same process with the students found there. As the members of the company glanced dully at one another no one seemed in much a mood to talk anymore. That is until the only female in the room broke the silence with the shrill sound of her voice when she's annoyed.

"How DARE they just take my possessions from me like that. I'm going to Professor McGonigal this very instant and insisting that I get my wand back. At the very least it will get me out of this testosterone overloaded compartment. Maybe you all can have some 'male bonding'."

With that she stormed from the room and made her way down the hall closing the door behind her. In a fit of sarcastic annoyance Ron pulls down the curtain, closing off all sight of the hall as if to say 'fine I never wanted to talk to you any way'. Remaining in silence for yet a few more minutes the silence is yet again broken by the most unexpected of voices. Nevil stands suddenly, words tumbling out over one another making it nearly impossible for the other to make logical sense of what he is saying.

"Ijustremebered...My grams gave me something that I wand to show you guys."

He reaches up toward his trunk where it rests on the shelf above the bench he had just rose from as the train begins it entry into what appears to be an endless tunnel, leaving only the ceiling light as a source illumination in the room considering Ron had closed the blinds to the hall. As the train hits a sudden niche in the track the whole of the car makes a slight jolt, just enough to send the ever clumsy Nevil collapsing to the ground, dragging his trunk with him. Everything seems to go into slow motion as Harry watches the trunk fly through midair, smashing the single bulb in the car and throwing them all into complete darkness. Chaos ensues as the five boys jump to avoid being hit by the falling trunk and instead hit one another. Harry loses all sense of where he is as he collides with another body and lands flat on his back on the bench he had just jumped from.

He is surprised though, as the other body lands atop him, seeming to cover him like a blanket. Yet even more mind boggling is the single hand that cups his cheek. Out of instinct he grabs at it, but not in time to prevent the others next move as a pair of soft lips are placed gently over his own. Knowing his company, he knows that he should shove whoever it is off of him, but it feels to right. Slowly, he kisses them back, but at the sound of approaching footsteps they pull away from him and seem to stumble through out the rest of the compartment, causing even greater confusion. The door to the compartment is then flung open and light from the hall beyond blinds the five within. Adjusting to the light Harry looks up to see both Hermione and Professor McGonigal standing in the doorway. Lying underneath his trunk is Nevil, who appears to have been pinned when it fell, along with the twins and Ron who were all in a tangled mess on the bench opposite him. Strewn throughout the place were pairs of Nevil's trousers and other articles that should have been found in his trunk.

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?..." Rang the voice of the newly arrived Professor.

"I was trying to get my trunk down," Replied Nevil

"then he fell," Continued Ron

"And hit the light" stated George

"so I jumped to avoid the falling trunk," replied Fred

"but seeing as how it was so dark he ran into me," said Ron

Looking as if they had just watched the worlds best tennis match the two females in the doorway stopped their eyes from bouncing from person to person as the Professor began to speak yet again. But before the words could exit her lips it appeared that the impossible happened. Professor McGonigal giggled.

"Well," she said, the smirk ever evident on her face, "maybe we should leave these boys to clean up after themselves, Miss Granger. Repairo..."

With that the light reformed itself and placed itself neatly into the socket from which it had been knocked and broken. Then the two ladies left just as abruptly as they had come. So now that all that was through there was only one question left for Harry to figure out, who had kissed him. But with the current circumstances that would be one fact that he was sure his assailant must think will be much more difficult for him to figure out. For pressed into the palm of his had was a single silver ring. The same ring that he had taken from the other's hand when they had placed it so gently on his cheek. It was also, he knew, one of the same plain silver bands that Charlie had sent to each of his brothers while he was over studying dragons. A quick glance around the room at the mass of boyish arms and legs that seemed to jut out in every direction from the jumbled mass of bodies and he was smiling. Making a mental note to himself he reminded himself.

'I must remember to return this when he's alone.


Well, dearies, that's it. If you are lucky enough and persistent enough in your reviews I may just feel generous and write a sequel but I have many other stories to finish as well, you know, so for now this will stay a one shot. latta.

MK