Disclaimer: I own nothing, I take credit for nothing. The only thing I own is the plot. For the ideas come from my head and no where else. If I did own Harry Potter, I highly doubt I'd be writing FanFiction. J.K. Rowling owns the characters of the Weasly family, Harry and Hermione, while the "3 cloaked people" are M-I-N-E!

Summary: Join the Elivee triplets as they transfer to Hogwarts for their 7th year. More information will unfold with the plot. A bit of a warning though, this story will contain the following: Eating disorders, Self Injory (SI), Abuse, Violence, Murder, Sex, Suicide, Swearing (and lots of it!), Slash, Drug use, Pregnancy, and Death. Hence why this story will be rated M. For MATURE people.

PROLOUGE:

Harry Potter woke up to the usual smell of a delicious breakfast cooking below in the kitchen. This was his 7th and final year at Hogwarts. Harry stretched and walked over to where Ron's seemingly comatose body layed and began to shake him. Ron groaned and rolled over grunting "Ginny, go bother someone else." Harry looked around for a moment and turned back to Ron and leaned down and whispered "Ron, your mum found those porn magizines you keep under your mattress." Ron bolted upright yelling "Look mum, I can explain! They're not..." Ron looked around his room, searching for his mother when he heard Harry snicker behind him.

Ron slowly turned around and jumped at Harry yelling "Bloodly hell Harry! It's not funny! What if she really does find them?" Harry stopped snickering and looked at Ron and raised an eyebrow. "You actually have some?" asked Harry. Ron started to turn his usual scarlet color and studdered "Well... yea... I AM a teenage boy..." Harry tried his best not to laugh but ended up exploding into hysteric laughter. "Oh, it's not THAT funny Harry. Go ahead and laugh it up. At least I get some type of action." exclaimed Ron. "Mate, I don't think your hand counts as any type of action." Ron thought about that for a moment before saying "Whatever, let's go eat. I'm starving!"

Ron and Harry walked down the stairs at Ron's house to go into the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley had made eggs, pancakes, waffles, bacon, regular toast, and french toast for their breakfast that morning. "Hurry up and eat boys, we'll be leaving soon to go to King's Cross." Ron didn't need to be told twice as he filled his plate to the rim with food. Harry shook his head and grabbed a few things to eat. After everyone had finished, Ron, Harry, and Mr. Weasley loaded the trunks into the car. Ron and Harry walked around the house picking up last minute things before getting into the car with Ginny to go the the train station.

The ride there was a quiet one. No one really had anything to say to anyone else during their ride. Ron, Harry, and Ginny all quickly got their trunks and headed to Platform 9&3/4. Ginny was the first to go in. Ron and Harry had promised Hermione that they would wait for her on the outside of the platform so they could talk with Hermione's parents about the vacation Hermione had taken in Italy.

Harry and Ron began to get into one of their heated discussions of quittich when someone jumped onto Harry's back. Harry turned around and smiled when he saw Hermione. He hugged her and lifted her up and spun her around before setting her down. Hermione and Ron exchanged an awkward look while they shook hands. Hermione asked Ron if he had done all of his summer homework. Harry, knowing that Ron hadn't, tuned the two out because for sure a quarrel was about to take place. He was looking around the platform when something caught his eye.

Walking towards Harry, was what seemed like 3 people dressed in black cloaks with the hoods on. Harry fought the thoughts of that those 3 people could possibly be deatheaters approaching him. He walked backwards a bit until he bumped into Ron's shoulder. "Bloodly hell mate, what's gotten into you?" Hermione gasped and looked in the same direction as the 3 people moving silently through the mass of people at the platform.

Ron looked at Harry's face and then turned to Hermione's before finally setting eyes on what had caught the two's attention. The trio had fallen silent. The 3 people walked through the barrier without a single glance towards anyone they passed. Harry shook himself out of a daze before turning to Ron and Hermione. Hermione gave Harry a sort of worried expression while Ron gave one simular to that of a dead fish.

"What the hell was that?" Ron asked. "I don't know Ron. But it looks like trouble." replied Hermione. Harry settled into his thoughts while Hermione and Ron drug him through Platform 9&3/4. "Come on, let's find a compartment." said Hermione. They had passed many filt with students but they wanted their own. Harry continued to walk down the hallway, passing slowly by a certain compartment while he seemed to be studying it's contents.

Hermione hurried to catch up with him to see what had him so intriged. Ron, being right behind Hermione as always, said "Who do you think they are?" Harry replied "I don't know mate, but I'd like to find out. Harry opened the door to compartment slowly before one of the 3 cloaked persons jumped up and slammed the door right in The-Boy-Who-Lived's face. Harry turned to Hermione and Ron who both had a shocked expression on their faces before moving further down the hallway. "Well I think that was bit rude!" commented Hermione as soon as she sat down in their compartment. "Yea, I guess it was." replied Harry. Soon, the train lurched as it began it's journey to Hogwarts.

Author's Note: Reveiws will be greatly appreciated. Flames even, although you will probably be ignored. If you think you've heard of the plot before, I assure you, you haven't. As with the title, Nothing is as it seems...

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