Chapter3: part 2: Train rides and Trails of friendship.
Harry leaned against his seat as he watched his ex best friend babble on about nonsense. Rolling his eyes, he smiled at Hermione as she turned to him with a hopeless expression.
"Ron, this is not the time for your bloody games!" Hermione exclaimed surprising Harry and Ron both. "We are going into a war you know! We have no time for jealous fights and other bloody nonsense. You didn't even ask Harry about how he was feeling about Sirius!"
By the time Hermione was done yelling, the redheaded Weasley had turned a brilliant shade of red, reminiscent of a tomato, in his embarrassment. "Hermione! Haven't you ever felt envious? Even at times? Harry's always getting the attention! That's all I read about in the bloody Daily Prophet. HARRY POTTER'S MY SAVIOR." Ron mocked thickly, his eyes starting to darken a shade.
"Well, Harry is the Boy-who-lived," Hermione said cheerfully, with no trace of jealousy. "I accept that because I don't like attention, and Harry doesn't either, so stop yelling at Harry and point your anger to all of his fans across the world. They're the ones making Harry famous. I once read that you can't be famous without fans and supporters, Ron, and Harry has them both. He doesn't strut around like Draco Malfoy acting cocky and such, instead he avoids the fame, if he wanted to act like an bloody famous, cocky arse, then he would have taken Malfoy's hand that day on the train, but he didn't. Instead he choose a Weasley, a Weasley whose family was poor but he still accepted them. He chose you, Ron, for his best friend and someone he could turn to for help. Please don't make him regret the last four years he known you as a friend."
When Hermione's speech was over, Ron was looking pretty guilty. Harry had tears in his eyes, and not wanting them to fall he blinked them away. "You're a good friend Hermione," Harry praised, "And don't you ever forget that."
"Yeah, Hermione, you are a good friend," Ron said before turning his gaze to the raven-haired boy's eyes. "You are too Harry. I'm so sorry about my jealous fits these days. Its kinda like I can't control them or something. Maybe it's because I just need a reason to yell at you because I feel like you shouldn't be grieving and stuff. It's something stupid, really, Harry. It's just that I thought that you shouldn't be grieving when everybody else is dying. I guess I needed a release in anger and you were an open door."
Harry nodded, accepting the explanation from the red haired boy. "It's okay, Ron, that's what friends do for each other, they forget and eventually forgive."
"You're right Harry," Hermione nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. "We're friends who stick together through thick and thin. We are leaders and powerful teens who are ready to kick 'Ole Voldie's arse. We are a golden trio."
"A golden trio..." Ron thought aloud, as if considering the name. "We are a golden trio Hermione, and we're also friends who will go through trials and such. The golden Trio is what we are, and were going to make ourselves our rightful places in the history books."
Harry laughed and nodded. "Yeah, we really could. If we continue with Dumbledore's Army we're okay. This is the year we've all been dreading. This is the year of trails of friendship, and betrayal of the worst kind."
"And don't forget the year we Hogwarts houses finally come together." Hermione said softly, a tear running down her left cheek.
"Long time no see." Harry said, turning around to face the emerald-eyed girl.
The girl chuckled, "Yeah, it has been a while."
"You never did tell me your name." Harry said, his eye eyes meeting hers.
"Julia Roberts," She replied ( AN: I had to use the name.)
"If you are a non-existent person, who named you?" He wondered out loud.
"I was once a person, I just died." She answered.
"I thought you said I created you." Harry said confused.
Julia rolled her eyes at him with a smile. "You did create me, but when you're not sleeping I'm always in the Epicenter of Dreams, you know, the place your mom and dad are," At his nod she continued. "A girl named Julia Roberts died in a car crash fourteen years ago on Halloween. I was that girl. I was only 1 year old. From there, I went to the Epicenter of Dreams and I was cared for by a woman named Lily Evans, your mother."
"When I was 11, I started to hear things in my head. Your mother and father thought it was just some bad spirit who had managed to get into the realm of dreams. Four years after that I heard a boy calling out a name. A mans name, and that name was Sirius. I ran straight to Lily and James with it, and they went into shock. About an hour later a man turn up in the dark hallways, that is, where the bad wizards go. I think that was the hallway you first dreamed of when you came into your gift. Sirius was able to get out of the dark hallway with my help. From there, we went back to Lily and James' and they had their little reunion. Sirius started telling James and Lily all about you and James became a little depressed. He thought he should have visited you. That is when he turned up in your dreams, and that's all I can explain right now Harry ... now you must go, your friends need you..."
"Harry mate! Get your bloody arse up!" Ron roared playfully, giving his friend a little slap on the forehead, "The train is about to stop, we need to hurry up and get changed."
Harry cracked one eye and gazed at his friend. "I'm already in my robes you ding-nut, now please stop yelling in my ear."