Sorry if it's really bad, but my pathetic semblance of a muse went on vacation and shows no signs of returning. Sorry for having this be lots of POTC, but I needed to catch up. I'll try to get back to Harry and the Fellowship soon. Also, Barrett, please do not refer to me w/that name, do remember this is on the net for everyone to see. This chappie is dedicated to you for finally reading, and I will continue to call dear Moldy Voldy just that. I like it and you can't stop me. Well you probably could. You could stop reviewing, you know where I live and could do something evil, you could stop answering my e-mails, all of those happy things. But please don't. Thank you to all the happy people who reviewed, and thanks to Suuki-Aldrea for being the first person to r/r, and my longest reader. Also, if anyone has a better name for Bill, I will gladly change it. Oh, and sorry if some of this part doesn't quite match up with the beginning, but I hadn't planned anything out then, so forgive me. Also, adding to my disclaimer, I don't own the Hufflepuff part. That belongs to Vivian Kain. I suggest you all read her very beautiful fics, specifically Lucky Day. This chapter is really short, but I put it up fast, so don't kill me. I didn't want to wait and add to it. It's mostly this note actually. Anyway, on with the show. I'm going to have to copyright that phrase soon I've used it so many times.

Narrator: Jack and Will stepped out of the cloakroom and into the crowds and noise of the train station. Both were dazed and confused, still processing all that Bill had told them, and getting used to their uncomfortable tight new clothes, aka jeans and T-shirts.

Will: (shifting nervously and pulling at shirt) These clothes give you no room to breathe! I need to be able to unbutton my shirt to look manly (looks horrified) Did I say that out loud?

Jack: Shut up! It's one of those train things. (A train goes steaming past, slowing and finally stopping at platform 7)

Bill: Yup, the greatest mode of transportation. Except for maybe a plane. But that's beside the point. Now follow me, we need to get out of here and go to my house. (as much to himself as anyone else) I'll send an owl to Dumbledore, then figure out what to do with you two. (starts off into the crowd, Jack and Will hurry to catch up. Soon they reach the parking lot. Jack and Will stared around in awe)

Will: So all these things are cars?

Jack: Righto genius! Now hurry up, Bill's going to leave without us.

Will: He wouldn't!

Jack: I was being sarcastic (gets in Bill's car, and both look astonished as car begins to roll slowly forward. Bill is sighing slightly because of all the looks he's gotten concerning Jack's hair. He had refused to cut or alter it in any way. At least it wasn't as bad as Elizabeth. Will continues to make amazingly stupid observations, such as "Look! It must be a house!" and Jack continues to call him "Captain Obvious". By the end of the drive, Bill has finally discovered what it's like driving with two or three year old siblings, except one is a lot smarter. The other, well, we just don't talk about Will's mental problems)

Bill: okay boys, we're here. Out, out of the car (shoos them out and towards his house)

Will: This is your house? Whoa. It's really big! (stares up at the huge villa rising on the edge of a cliff with a beautiful view of a staggeringly amazing lake (A/N I have no idea if there is anything like this in England, having never been there myself) and a shiny black stretch limo parked in front)

Jack: NO! Ya think? (mutters under his breath) Captain Obvious alert.

Will: What'd you say?

Jack: Nothing, nothing at all. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

Bill: How did you know about that, the movie wasn't made until way after you were dead!

Jack: What's a movie? And I made up that line myself. Did someone steal it? I'm gonna kill them!!!!!!!! DEATH AND-

Bill: (interrupting) It's fine, I'm sure no one stole your line. Now come with me, I need to send an owl to Dumbledore.

Will: Does everyone here have a house like this?

Jack: Does it look like everyone here has a house like this? (points back at road where tiny bungalows can be seen in the distance)

Will: Ah, YEAH!

Jack: Dumb-butt.

Bill: (pulls them inside) Do I have to separate you two? (both shake heads sullenly) Good. Will, no everyone does not have a house like this one. Dumbledore, the headmaster at Hogwarts gave me this house to operate out of. I need a place to study up on different time periods I'm going to be visiting or temporarily living in. Now stay here and stop bickering. (Goes up the amazing grand staircase made of marble)

Jack: (in the exact fashion which he said "Scarlett!" in the movie) Piano! (runs over to the piano and starts pounding out a little old sailor ditty, even though there were none made for piano at the time)

Will: STOP! That noise is giving me a headache. Here, let my play. Elizabeth taught me some things before she abandoned me. (sits down and starts playing chopsticks)

Jack: That is so pathetic! Watch this. (starts playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with an air of great dignity)

Will: I can play better than that! (plays very short, very easy Minuet in G)

Jack: Yeah, well watch this (plays the Fur Elise, and Will gapes)

Will: How did you learn to play like that?

Jack: You pick up a few things, being around Elizabeth for a while. I would have expected you to have learned something by now. Like this (starts playing Beethoven,

Brahms, Mozart, and any other fancy and difficult looking piece)

Will: Show-off.

Jack: (bowing) Thank you m'dear. I live to show off!

Bill: (coming back down the amazing stairs) I sent an owl to Dumbledore, but he won't get it for a while. I'll get you set up in some of the guest bedrooms. (eyes them) Yes, I think ones on opposite sides of the house will do quite nicely. Follow me! (leads them through the house and sets them up in two rooms. Both continue bickering the whole time. Will gets a nice pink room that he likes a lot and Jack gets one with pictures of monkeys named Jack all over it. How ironic. They settle in to wait for an answer for Dumbledore and continue to drive Bill crazy) Help me.

Narrator: That's the cue to cut the scene. Nothing else to see here people, or, translated, that means, I can't think of anything else to write so now the scene ends with this horrible excuse for a cut off.

A/N-I'm going back to story format for a while. Don't know why. Please, tell my which you like better, or I'll keep switching in the middle of chaps. Anyway, On with the show!

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth? Are you...decent?" Hermione's voice came floating through the compartment door and Elizabeth shivered as she was reminded horribly of her father.

"He's haunting me," she whispered. "I'm fine!" she called out loud. The door slid open and Hermione came in with two boys behind her. One was tall with red hair and freckles. The other had dark untidy hair and bright green eyes. Under his bangs Elizabeth could just make out a lightening bolt shaped scar.

"You look good," Hermione complimented Elizabeth. "These are my two best friends, Harry Potter," that was the one with the scar, "And Ron Weasley," they both smiled and shook Elizabeth's hand.

"Anyway Harry, you've got to pick a Quidditch team. You can't just be an amazing player and not support anyone. If you're going to be obsessed with the sport, be obsessed properly!" Ron was saying.

"I don't know what any of the records are, I don't get any of the wizarding news. How could I choose one? And if I wanted to follow their record I would have to get the Daily Prophet. You know how my aunt and uncle would love that," Harry shot back.

"Elizabeth!" Hermione jerked Elizabeth's arm sharply. "I need to tell you some things about Hogwarts before we get there. It shouldn't take long, there're lots of people who're muggle born and have no clue about wizards and witches. I'm muggle born and I picked up quick enough. Now, you're first subject will be..." Hermione continued on describing subjects and professors, but Elizabeth played no attention. She couldn't take her eyes off Ron. It was as though any memories of her dear husband Will had flown out of her head.

"It certainly took her long enough to forget about him. He was always stupid. I'm just glad she picked someone good to fall for. I would have gotten sick narrating a story about Will and Elizabeth being sappy. Elizabeth and Ron being sappy is just so much better," remarked the Narrator.

"Elizabeth!" Hermione's voice jerked Elizabeth out of a daydream about her and Ron. Wow, that was fast. "Are you even listening to me?" Elizabeth looked for a moment like a deer caught in headlights. "Well, it doesn't matter that much. All you really need to know are the four houses. They're Gryffindor (we're all in that), Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. You want to stay clear of Slytherins. They're all horrible, the lot. You might want to avoid Hufflepuff too. I haven't seen that they're contagious yet, but they might be. All a bit of airheads. It's tradition for them to sing Kum-By-Ah before bed. That's about all you need to know. Anything else you two can think of?" she asked Harry and Ron, whose heads both jerked up sheepishly.

"Sorry Professor McGonagall, I didn't hear the question," Ron teased. Hermione didn't have to think of a comeback because at that moment the door opened and Malfoy came round for his traditional visit to Harry, Ron and Hermione. He stood for a moment looking at Elizabeth with a slightly confused look on his face.

"Who's that?" he demanded.

"My name's Elizabeth...Turner. I'm a maid in the governor's household," Elizabeth replied shyly.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing sorry. I'm Elizabeth Turner,"

"Why are you here?"

"I'm a student," Elizabeth replied serenely.

"YOU?" Malfoy asked incredulously. "That's impossible, you're far too old.

"I'm sure Dumbledore will explain if he wants you to know. Now if you would please leave, I have far more important business to attend than to explain to you why I'm chaperoning an adult student to Hogwarts," Hermione retorted and shut the door in Malfoy's face. "That is so satisfying," she remarked. "I've always wanted to do it." She smiled at the stunned looks on everyone's faces and contented herself with looking superior.