Disclaimer:Have you ever actually listened to the Crazy Frog? Who is he talking to? That guy or-- oh... yeah... this ain't mine. (grins)
A/N: I once had a best friend. Her name was Karlea, or better known to all of you out there as 'Fred'. My name is Tabitha, or more known as 'George'. As of recently, Karlea and I-- well... we haven't been talking. So this chapter; the second one of the second year for the next generation, is dedicated to Karlea-Kay; don't wake up and always remember me. This chapter has a new character put into it people! The person Dumbledore was mentioning at the end of the last story. Who is it? Read on and find out...
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"This is rubbish," Journey pouted, her arms folded across her chest stubbornly, "I don't need a watcher!"
"Yes you do," Ron said as he checked his watch impatiently, "Now hurry up and get on the train, or you'll miss it."
"I don't care," Journey stated, "I don't want to sit on some ruddy train for hours with a bloody git watching my every move."
"That's enough of the attitude," Ron frowned, "We told you there would be punishment for what you did, and there is."
"I had to stay inside the house for the rest of the summer," Journey argued, "Like that wasn't enough!"
"Go," Ron lead his daughter towards the train, "We can discuss the details of everything later."
"Sure," Journey frowned even more as she reluctantly got on the train.
"Don't be so dramatic dear," Ron smiled at her as the train slowly started to move away, "James has one too!"
Journey mumbled back something, but Ron couldn't hear as the train's whistle blew out into the platform area, parents and friends waving good-bye to the giant red steam engine pulling down the tracks. Pouting, Journey walked down the hall in the train, the assorted students laughing trying to figure out where they wanted to sit. The young Weasley girl had earlier been given the number of the seat she was to stay in, but moved extremely slow motion; trying to avoid her own personal prison.
"Shove it!" someone suddenly banged up against her violently.
Anger pulsing through her, Journey spun her head around to the boy walking into a compartment across the way. She only caught a glance of his blond, curly hair that fell to just above his ears as he smirked and walked in.
"What a git," Journey steamed as she walked into her own compartment.
"It's about time you got here," Journey looked up to see none other than her Mum; Hermione sitting at the seat grinning.
"Mum!" Journey's eyes widened, "What are you doing here?"
"Making sure that you stay where you're supposed to," Hermione smiled, "And I'm going to be spending much of the year at the school."
"Why?" Journey tossed her bags up onto the luggage rack, "We don't need any more teachers."
"Nobody said I was going to be teacher," Hermione spoke pleasantly, the memories of nicer times on the Hogwarts Express washing through her mind, "Maybe I'll be there for another reason."
"What?" Journey plopped down on the seat across from Hermione.
"You're headmaster asked me to come to the school to help out sort of speak," Hermione attempted to explain it as simply as possible.
A few long hours had passed and soon the lunch trolley had come and gone. Journey thought this was the right time to ask for just a few moments of freedom. Maybe she could convince Hermione to let her stretch her legs, and she could 'accidentally' bump into James. She hadn't talked to him since that day at St. Mongo's. And she knew they had to figure out what happened to the map.
"Mum," Journey tried to keep her voice casual, "Err-- can I go and stretch my legs please?"
"You can do that in here," Hermione stated as she sat engulfed in 'Hogwarts; A Revised History'.
Journey thought fast, "But I… I have to use the bathroom. Girl things."
This got Hermione's attention as she placed the book on her lap, "Your not old enough to have to worry about girl problems," she frowned, "You're only twelve years old."
"Don't be thick mother," Journey rolled her eyes, "there more girl problems than just that. Please, may I go the bathroom."
Hermione sighed and looked at her watch, "Alright, but I want you back here in ten minutes. And get changed while your there; we'll be arriving in just a few hours now."
"Alright," Journey smiled widely, "Thanks Mum!"
Wasting no time, Journey grabbed her bag from the shelf and bolted out of the compartment. There was a fair few other people wandering around for different purposes, but she couldn't see James anywhere. It occurred to her then, with a thunk, that he had a watcher as well, and he or she probably wasn't so lenient as to let him wander around. With a heavy feeling inside her, the young Weasley quickly went to the bathroom and got changed. It was on her way back, that she felt a sharp pain in her back as someone jabbed into her, sending her cloths and bag flying across the floor. Laughter filled her ears as Journey turned around and saw once more the blond haired boy standing there; smirking.
"What's your problem?" Journey fumed, grabbing her things and standing to her feet.
"You," the boy smirked, "And your filthy mud-blood of a mother."
Journey whipped out her wand in a fit of anger, and pointed it at the boys chest, "Take it back or you'll never make it to Hogwarts."
"Neither of you will make it there unless you both back off now," Journey looked over to see one of the prefects walking over.
"It was him!" Journey cried out pointing an accusing finger.
The boy laughed in return.
"He-he--" Journey could feel her face getting redder and redder as anger bubbled up inside.
"Journey Louise Weasley!" the young girl didn't even have to turn around to know it was her mother.
"But Mum--" Journey didn't even turn around before trying to explain herself.
"Don't 'but' me," a firm grip held onto her arm, and Journey felt herself being pulled away, "Come on."
The boy and his friends started to laugh again, and Journey wanted nothing more than to go back and shove her wand somewhere where she didn't think anyone would look for it. Though reluctantly she followed along until they got back to their compartment.
"Why'd you take me away?" she cried out, "I was just about to--"
"I know what you were about to do," Hermione said in a threatening voice, "Which is why I took you out of there. Now, I gave you a warning before we even left about being on your best behaviour, and we haven't even gotten out of the station barely and you're already starting things!" Journey opened her mouth to say something, but Hermione continued on, "If you even so much as think of starting anything else this year I will have you home so quickly it will make your head spin, do you understand."
Journey's breath came quickly and her heart pounded in her chest in anger as she muttered a small inaudibly, "Yes."
Journey spent the remaining time of the trip sitting by Hermione reading The Daily Prophet. Next thing she knew they were at Hogwarts, and rain splattered against the window.
"Mum." for the first time in over an hour and a half she spoke.
"Yes?" Hermione grabbed her bags down.
"Why is it always raining on the first day at Hogwarts?" Journey had wanted to ask this earlier on, but had stubbornly remained quiet to show how angry she was.
"There's a few theories on that," Hermione replied as the two of them made their way out of the train, "Some people say it's because of all the powers of the witches and wizards together that causes it. Others say Dumbledore causes it to happen as a welcome to all the students, and then again other people say he does it to protect any of the muggles from seeing the train."
"Ok," Journey rolled her eyes; her mother was smart, though she rarely got to the point of a conversation.
"I'll see you later on," Hermione placed a hand on Journey's shoulder once they exited the train, "And be good."
"Ok," Journey said only half paying attention as she strained her neck to see around all the students.
Hagrid was at his post at the end of the platform calling all of the first years as Professor McGonagall rounded up the rest of the chattering students. Journey ignored the people brushing past her calling out to friends, and checking to make sure they had what they needed. A familiar and friendly voice came from behind her though.
"Oy! Journey!" it was James.
"James!" Journey grinned widely, "I was looking for you on the train!"
"Didn't you have a watcher?" James asked, "I did, and you'll never guess who it was."
"Oh I had one," Journey nodded, "And I bet you won't guess who mine was. It was Mum."
James burst out laughing, "Mine was Dad. He wouldn't even let me leave the room to go to the bathroom; I had to change in the compartment."
"Mum let me leave, and I was trying to see if I could find you, but I ran into some ruddy git first," Journey frowned, "He's over by Hagrid right now, so he's in first year."
"Hey," Emily walked up by them, "I thought Mum and Dad told you guys not to talk to each other at all."
Both Journey and James swung around suddenly; neither of them having noticed the other twin sneaking up.
"Don't go ratting," Journey frowned, "We're just talking."
"I won't rat," Emily rolled her eyes, "But just remember what Mum, Dad, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny said. Dumbledore went through a lot last year, and with you know who on the loose still, he nor anyone at the ministry of magic needs anything else to worry about."
"We know," James added in, "Besides which, there's no reason for us to get into any trouble this year…"
"James shut-up!" Journey cried out.
"What?" Emily looked suspiciously at them, "What are you talking about?"
"Don't worry about it," Journey gave a shove to Emily in the opposite direction, "Why don't you go play with Charlie or Lexi. I'm sure they're looking for their fellow Gryffindors."
"Oh don't start that," Emily rolled her eyes, "Just because you guys are in Slytherin, doesn't mean we can't talk to you."
"Go Emily," James stated bluntly.
"You two are impossible you know that? And when Professor Dumbledore becomes ill this year because of you two I will tell them about you guys talking," Emily said before finally walking off into the crowd of people.
Soon enough the students began to thin out, the first years crowding around Hagrid and heading towards the lake, and the rest of the students clamouring into giant wagons seeming to be drawn by nothing.
"Come on!" before her surroundings could even fully register to Journey, James had grabbed her arm and pulled her behind one of the platform walls.
The rain fell even harder as thunder cracked in the sky. It wasn't any wonder that no one noticed they were gone from the group.
"What is it?" Journey asked.
"We need to talk," James stated, "And there's no bloody way anybody will let us do that inside the school."
"Ok," Journey leaned against the wet wall, the rain washing down her body, soaking her in seemingly seconds, "What is it?"
"What do you think?" James groaned in frustration, "The map. Somebody took the map."
"Because of you," Journey stated, "If you hadn't been so stubborn and said those things, then maybe Voldemort would have trusted us."
James was quiet for a few moments; listening to the rain and thunder all around him, "Do-- do you recon maybe that's why?"
Journey took just as long to reply, "I don't know. Listen. Lets just forget about that night, and figure out who his new person is that he's getting to do his work for him."
"Why do we need to figure out that?" James asked.
"Simple," Journey smiled a little, "Because I'm willing to bet anything that's the person who has the map."
"Right," James nodded, "Well, I think the best place to go and do this is inside the school, and not out here in the rain."
Journey smiled and the two moved away from the wall. Slowly they headed towards the castle chatting nonchalant about how they were individually punished for what they had done. Harry, Journey found out, had taken away James' wand and refused to let him use it at all during the summer for anything. That and he wasn't aloud to leave the house to play with his friends. It took them a good ten minutes to walk through the rain, but only had made it halfway across the field when James spotted something.
"Hey," he said, "What is that?"
"What?" Journey strained to see where James was.
"That," James pointed to something small and silver as he bent down to the ground.
"Wow," Journey whispered, "What is it?"
"It looks like a box," James picked up the small silver box from the wet grass.
It was very odd looking. Many designs covered the silver casing, including the top where a large marking sparkled in the wet. James tried to open it, but it was locked shut underneath a claw-like latch.
"Weird," Journey whispered.
"What should we do with it," James looked around to make sure nobody else saw him pick it up.
"Take it," Journey smiled, "We can worry about it later. But if we're any later, Snape is going to go mad on us, and we'll start the year off with detention."
"Right," James shoved the box into his pocket and the two ran up to the castle doors.
They had been gone much longer than they had suspected as Professor Dumbledore waited for them at the entrance.
"I suspect," he had a shimmer in his eyes, "That you two have a good reason for being so late?"
"Oh," Journey's eyes widened, rain falling off her cape and hair, "We uh-- we--"
"We missed the carriages," James quickly filled in, "Journey realized that she forgot her cape in the train, and I went with her back into it to make sure that she would be ok."
"I never knew," Dumbledore looked over his half moon spectacles at his pupils before him, "That such a task was one of such bravery."
"Err--" James' face turned pink as he stared at the ground
"I suggest you make haste to your common room; Professor Snape will be there momentarily to deal with the two of you," Dumbledore held out one powerful arm towards the dungeons, and Journey and James slunk off.
"Well he didn't seem too mad," James spoke as they went down the familiar stairs.
"Yeah, well Professor Snape will be in a right state I'm sure," Journey comment.
"Levtomrod," James mumbled, and solid brick wall pulled away to reveal the Slytherin common room.
"Journey," immediately Crystal Back ran up to them, "James! I was wondering where you two were."
"We got held up," Journey smiled, "Did we miss anything."
"Did you ever," Crystal whispered, and grabbed Journey aside as James walked off to chat with some other people, "There was a kid that came into Slytherin this year. A really powerful kid."
"How do you know he's powerful?" Journey laughed at Crystals un-needed mysteriousness.
"Just come," Crystal continued to pull Journey off to one of the far corners of the room, "I'd like you to meet one of our newest Slytherins"
Journey's eyes widened as none other than the same blond boy turned around, his eyes sparkling with hidden powers.
"So it is you," the boy laughed, "I didn't think anybody with a mud-blood mother could be a Slytherin. They must be getting lax on their requirements."
"You realize," Journey fumed, "That there is no one here to stop me from punching your lights out now, don't you?"
"Just cool it; both of you," Crystal said, then looked at the blond boy, "This here is Journey Weasley. Journey, this is--"
The boy stuck his hand out, a smile on his face as he spoke, "Malfoy. Vayu Malfoy."
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A/N: You like it? I hope so. Ohh... it's a Malfoy! lol, I had no idea who the person was going to be until I started describing him on the train, and I realized that he sort of sounded like Malfoy did. And then my head exploded with all the different ideas I could do if he was a Malfoy. Review! Thanks!