Title: Harry Potter and the Council of the Magi

Chapter: Chapter Twelve: On the Hogwarts Express

Author: King Harrison

Category: Action/Adventure

Sub-Category: Romance

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP,

Summary: Wherein things are explained and the trip to Hogwarts is made.

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author Notes: Chapter Twelve is here! R&R!

"Besides, you're saying it wrong. Its Wingardium Leviosa. You have to make the gar nice and long."

-Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Chapter Twelve: On the Hogwarts Express

"Come on, Harry! We're going to be late!"

Harry discreetly looked at his watch. 9:30.

"Oh, like we can't just Apparate there!" Harry said exasperatedly.

"Exactly, we can't! The Ministry might notice, not to mention the other students and teachers!" Hermione yelled.

Harry smiled. "Even after three hundred years, you're the same old know-it-all."

"And you're the same old prat!"

Harry leaned over and kissed her. "Let's stop fighting. We need to hurry."

"HARRY!"

Harry just grinned, and lifted his and Hermione's trunks. Hermione took Hedwig and Lily's cages. Lily was the Phoenix who had been in the vault. She hadn't had a name, so Harry chose the most appropriate for such a beautiful bird. As they went out of the mansion that they had 'lived' in for the last 'month,' a few of the servants came over.

"Let me take those for you, sir," the chauffeur said quickly.

"Oh no, you mustn't–" But the servant grabbed the trunks. Two of the maids took the cages. As the chauffeur puffed along, straining to carry the trunks that a puny kid had been able to easily carry, he tried to put up a brave face, but failed.

Harry smiled kindly and took them back. When the chauffeur frowned, Hermione whispered to him, "It's you-know-what." At that, the chauffeur shut his mouth quickly.

You-Know-What?

He's one of the few servants that know that I'm a witch. He's been serving the family for years and years.

Harry packed the trunks in the trunk of the Ferrari, and let Lily and Hedwig out of their cages. "Meet us as King's Cross immediately," he told them, and then put the cages in the trunk as they flew away.

The trip to King's Cross didn't take very long.

When they entered the platform, they were stormed over by a gaggle of well-dressed red-headed people.

"There you are!" Ron exlaimed. "We weren't sure you'd make it in time!"

Hermione looked at him strangely. "What do you mean? Its five to ten."

Mrs. Weasley looked up from coddling Harry. "What do you mean?" She looked at her watch. "My watch says it's almost eleven…and not many people are here yet…FREDERICK AND GEORGE ARTHUR WEASLEY!"

Hermione laughed. "I kind of wondered why you were here already."

But Mrs.Weasley was already yelling at the twins who had accompanied the family to drop off the schoolgoers.

Hermione leaned in to Harry's ear. "She still coddles you! Imagine if she knew that you're at least five times her age!" Harry laughed loudly. Ron looked at them oddly, and Harry realized he'd made a mistake. The laugh he had laughed was not the teenager laugh that he had once had, but the three hundered year-old man's.

After about thirty minutes of chatting and laughing at Fred and George, people began to arrive. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione joined Luna and Neville in taking the compartment at the very back of the train. There, they had a surprise.

Sitting in one of the seats, with his head against the window, was one Professor R. J. Lupin, their old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. As they entered, he looked up, smiling.

Gaping, Harry managed to stutter out, "What are you doing here, Professor?"

"I would tell you to call me Remus, Harry, except that at school, I will be teaching your Advanced Dueling class."

"Ooooh, really?" Hermione asked, in her normal I-want-to-learn voice. "I saw the booklist, and that you wrote one of the books!"

Lupin laughed. "Yes, I wrote it. James and Sirius just goofed off."

As the group chatted and Luna read yet another upside-down copy of the Quibbler, the train began to move. Lupin first joined them in a game of exploding snap, and then Harry showed off Lily, who had returned with Hedwig discreetly.

At noon, as usual, the trolley lady came in and, as usual, Harry bought all the snacks. This time, he purposefully chose Chocolate Frogs with rare cards, seeing through the package with his magical eye. Things were going well until about two o'clock.

That was when Malfoy came in. The group had been predicting what would be happening in the classes like Dueling (Lupin refused to tell them), Healing, and Muggle Weaponry and Fighting, when the cabin door slid open.

He smirked when he saw Lupin. "Hello, Potter. Think you're all high and mighty now that you're richer than me–"

Harry interjected quietly. "You and I both know, Malfoy, that the majority of your fortune comes from one Tom Marvolo Riddle. I suppose that you know him as 'My Lord.'"

Malfoy's normally pale face burned red. "That's it, Potter. When students enter their sixth year, they are entitled to duel over such matters as this, but only if there is a professor or a prefect around. Since we have an abundance of prefects, as well as a professor, it's time we settled this, Potter."

Harry stood, looking coldly at Malfoy. "You are quite correct, Malfoy. Now, I'm going to make things a little closer to fair." Harry withdrew his wand from its holster and handed it to Lupin. "I fight wandlessly."

Malfoy sneered. "Fine with me, Potter. Now let us begin."

They both barely nodded their heads at eachother, and Malfoy threw the first spell. "Auros Blast!" he yelled, throwing a strong magical dart at Harry. Harry raised a hand and caught it. He then crushed it in his hand, and it was crushed to dust.

Malfoy stared at Harry warily. Harry cupped his hands to one side, and then pushed forward (A/N – DBZ fans, think Kamehameha Wave) and yelled, "Patronus Blast!"

A blast of white light flew from Harry's hands and threw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle out of the room. They got up shakily, looked furtively at Harry, and then fled as one.

Brushing off his hands, Harry sat back down. "What?" he asked, looking around at the staring looks directed at him.

Lupin looked at him with wide eyes. "What was that ?" Harry sighed, and looked around the room. He knew he could trust the people in this compartment.

What do you think, 'Mione? Should we tell them?

We owe it to them, Harry. Remember what the children went through with us? And there was only one time that I mistrusted Lupin…

I'll tell them.

Good.

Harry stood up, closed the windows and compartment door, retrieved his wand from Lupin, and said an incantation. "Orbus Quietus." Suddenly all the noise from other compartments became silent.

"What I'm about to tell you will be hard for you all to believe. Well, Luna will probably find it easy. Oh, Luna, look in the northern Himalayas for the Crumple-Horned-Snorkack." Luna stared at him for a moment. "Anyway, it all began on my birthday…" and so Harry told them everything.

"So, you're both more than three hundred years old?

Harry and Hermoine nodded.

"There's one more thing, Ron." Hermione looked at him sadly.

Harry took over for her. "Ron, I know that you, er, like Hermione, and–"

Ron laughed. "Did you think that too? Oh, bloody hell! Sorry, Hermione, I don't have a crush on you! I have one on–" Ron stopped, and Harry noticed that he looked quickly at Luna, who was still staring at Harry.

"Well, anyway," Hermione continued, "Harry and I are married."

Their jaws dropped. Professor Lupin stared at them. "YOU WHAT!"

"We're married. Merlin performed the ceremony. In a wizarding community, a Warlock or higher has to perform the ceremony. A mage is a LOT higher than a Warlock."

When they finally stopped staring, Ron suddenly grinned. "So, can you show us some Mage-magic?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. Harry grinned. They both snapped their fingers, and suddenly instead of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger sat Master Sages Harrison and Hermione Potter. They quickly turned back. "Cool!" Ron exlaimed.

The rest of the trip was spent with the people in the compartment asking endless questions. As Hogsmeade Station came into sight, Ron asked one more question. "Are you going to tell Dumbledore about this?"

Harry grinned. "Sort of. I wont tell him right out. I'll just let him guess."

A/N – Next Chapter: The Sorting Hat has a new song! I actually made this one up. It's in the regular style, and it isn't fifth year's like I've seen in other stories)

A/N-This chapter has been revamped a little. Some bolds and italics didn't show up, and I also want to point something out. When Hermione thinks 'the children' she is talking about Lupin, Ron, Neville, Ginny, and Luna. Remember, Harry and Hermione are 300 years old. They didn't have children yet, since they were too busy with training.

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