Disclaimer: See Ch. 2

By: js140deg

Romance, Humor, and Love

Chapter 3: Questions

Harry couldn't keep the letter off his mind. How had Voldemort managed to get an owl to Hedwig? It made absolutely no sense. And why would Voldemort send an owl to give Hedwig the message and not just have an owl bring it directly to him? He needed to stop thinking, it was making his head hurt more so than it already did. He shoved all thoughts and notions about the acid green colored letter from his mind and found himself quite better. Well, almost quite better. He had just one tinier problem. He couldn't seem to stop fidgeting.

Hermione was trying her absolute best with one hand to keep Harry from moving so much he caused people to stare at him. She had almost succeeded in doing so a few minutes before, but Harry's arm had been exceptionally unruly at that point and had proceeded to slip from her grasp and tap a weird sister's tune on his knee. She finally growled in anger and gave up.

"Just stop thinking about it Harry, we'll deal with it sooner or later, that…or…well you know what the other option is…" Hermione told Harry, trying to calm him down.

He did indeed know what the other option was, and he didn't like it. He had formulated a plan. Well, two plans to be exact, but he hoped to dear god he didn't have to use the back-up plan. Plan A was simple enough. Fine Voldemort, call in almost, if not all, of Harry's favors to bring in every Auror and magical being that owed him a favor, and then go in there stealth-like, and take down Voldemort's minions one by one. That was dangerous enough, but once that was through, his plan seemed to grow even more insane. Once all opposing forces had been eliminated, Harry would find Voldemort on his own. He felt the final battle would be between him and Voldemort, and only one would rain victorious. And who won was crucial in the destiny of the magical community, if not the entire planet.

Harry felt something tug at his sleeve. It was a little girl, no more than 3 or 4 years of age, and she was staring wide-eyed at his forehead. Harry instinctively moved his hand to cover up his scar, but decided it was pointless at this point.

"Hey, hey mister. You're Harry Potter aren't you? You are! My mommy tells me bedtime stories about you. She say's she knows you probably better than you know yourself"

Harry smiled at that last remark. The little girl was cute, but he would like to meet her mother.

"Come along, honey, we have to go, this is our stop"

A woman grabbed the little girls sleeve and tugged her away gently, her head was turned away, but Harry could see some of the side of it. She was pretty; she had light green eye's, longish jet black hair, and soft skin. For a second, Harry thought he saw the woman's eye color shift to light black when the girl resisted, but she simply picked up her daughter, apologized for the little girl bothering him, while covering her face by pretending to itch her nose, and then walked off the train.

"Come on Harry, this is our stop too." Ron said as he got up and stretched.

He would have to figure that out later, now he had to go and find out what his ,"old pal" Voldemort was up too.

For those of you who have read, or are reading, "Enter The Little Potter" (Which, by the way, I recommend reading, as well as some of the authors other stories) the woman on the train is not a complete reference to SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Harry's sister, but I did e-mail dogdemonemiko about a cross-over. So be prepared for anything.