Yippee! I get to bring in some of my other characters here. Hope you like them. And I don't own Harry Potter and please don't sue me because I have now money. Pocket lint, I've got pocket lint. Or are those grues (Don't ask inside joke.)

Chapter7
Platform 9 ¾

The next day was crazy around the Weasley household. Hermione had gone home the night before promising to meat them at the platform. Ron and Harry dragged their trunks down stairs with a little help from George and Fred. Then the two older brothers rushed back up to help Ginny.
The two boys entered the kitchen to see Mrs. Weasley sitting in a chair reading a letter. A single tear escaped and flowed down her cheek. The moist trail catching the early morning light.
"Mum, are you alright?" Ron asked concerned.
"Yes Ron, I'm fine. For once it's tears of joy instead of tears of sadness." She wiped the offending moisture away.
"Who's the letter from?" He thought he recognized the hand writing but he wasn't sure
"Your brother, Percy." She folded it and placed it in her pocket.
Harry stiffened slightly at the mention of the former prefect. He remembered the letter the Weasley's had gotten just before school last year. It was hard to believe that Percy had gone from the person that backed him during the Triwizard tournament during one year to calling him a downright liar and unstable the next. He still wanted to try to forgive the elder Weasley but it was going to be a long time before they could be friends again.
Ron on the other hand was not that easy in giving forgiveness. He was still pissed about the way his older brother had treated his best friend. "So what does the Bastard have to say this time? If he dares say one thing about Harry again I swear I'll kick his high and mighty arse."
"Ronald Weasley you watch your mouth. He is still your brother."
"Oh yes such a great brother. Harry's almost as much a part of this family as the rest of us and look how easy he turned on him. I'm sorry mum if I'm not so quick to welcome him back with open arms."
She wanted to saw something but the truth was that she could see her youngest sons point of view. Percy was going to have to do quite a lot to get back into his family's good graces. Of course what the letter had talked about was a start.
"So what great almighty boss does the pillock got himself this time?"
"Actually your father."
"Oh well, yippee do for...oh." It finally sunk in what she had said. "So he's working for dad huh."
"Yes. That was a letter from him saying that he was really looking forward to working with your father. He really wants to put things right. Of course you father still isn't talking to him. I love that man really but sometimes he is so bloody stubborn. I can see where you get it from. He also wrote to apologize to us all." Her eye's focused on the green eyed boy. "Including you Harry."
The boy was shocked. He wasn't sure why he didn't think that Percy would ever apologize to him.
"He admits he was wrong and admits that trying to impress Fudge to get a leg up was probably not the greatest idea. He just did what he though that Fudge wanted to hear. And he regrets not thinking about how it would affect his friends and family. He was so intent on getting someplace in his first few years of working that he would believe anything that someone told him. He now understands that he should have trusted Dumbledore and Harry the entire time. Well, at least Harry. He still has his reservations about Dumbledore." Something caught her ears. "Ah, they're here."
"Who's here mother?" Ginny asked as she finally reached the kitchen.
"Delphine left this morning to see someone about getting us some transportation to the station. She thinks that with Harry's dislike of using Flew powder and the way his magic has been going lately that it might not be such a good idea for him to use it. She believes that it's possible that if he gets scared that he might accidentally cast a magic spell that might be able to disrupt the entire Flew Network."
"I'm sorry to cause problems for everyone."
"Harry it's not your fault. We all knew that you would be a powerful Wizard someday. It's understandable. We just don't want you to get hurt. You would be caught in it if it collapsed." Tears now started to flow freely down Mrs. Weasley's cheeks. "I don't know...what I would... do if...that ever happened." She bawled and pulled Harry into her strong arms.
Harry looked at his friend but all Ron could do was shrug his shoulders. Luckily Delphine came in at that moment.
"Oh my, what seems to be going on here?" She was shocked to say the least. What could have set Molly Weasley off like this? She looked as if she had lost Harry and found him again. Or maybe it was loosing him she was afraid of. "Molly, you can let him go now. We need to get the things packed into the cars."
"Your right." She pulled away from Harry and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Sorry Harry sweat heart. I didn't mean to get so emotional."
Fred and George both laughed. They knew there mother well enough that this was common. She loved Harry just as much as her real children. She had pretty much adopted him during his and Ron's first year.
They loaded the three trunks into the car then took their seats. But even after they were all seated the cars just sat there.
"Don't these thins have to move to be of any use?" Fred questioned.

Delphine smiled. "They will. We're just waiting for someone that's all."
Ron's hair whirled around his head as he glanced around the car. Then he stuck his head out and looked at the one behind him. "But every one is here."
She shook her head and held up her pointer finger, a signal for him to be quiet and wait a minute. Her eyes focused on the side of the house with the gate that led to the makeshift Quidditch pitch and forest. What could she be waiting for coming from that direction? Ron was about to say something when a person came through the gate. He recognized the spiked hair automatically. "Him, we're waiting for him, but why?" "Isn't it obvious Ron?" Ginny pointed to the trunk Roan was dragging.

""He's going to Hogwarts? But how could that be he's not a student."

"He wasn't before, but he is now." Delphine explained. "He just moved here so he just got accepted. It's not that common for people to switch schools in the wizarding world. Even if they move they normally just travel back to their old school at the begging of the new year. But it seems that Roan's old school was having some trouble. Something to do with dark wizards and his mother doesn't want him to go there anymore. Old Bruce is a good friend of Dumbledore so he asked him if it would be alright if Roan transferred to Hogwarts. Dumbledore agreed so here he is. I received an owl the other day from McGonagall asking if I would take him with us and make sure he finds the Express." Her face lit up and she jumped out of the car. "I'm going to have to shrink some things. There is no way five trunks are going to fit."

"Five, but I thoug...?"

She held up her hand. "No questions right now Ron; I've got work to do." After a little bit she had all their trunks and brooms in the car. And Roan was in the back seat with Ron and Harry, Harry in the middle. Not only was he the smallest but also it was decided that Roan's and Ron's truce was to tentative to put them right next to each other.
So the poor boy had to put up with the other two boys looking over him and glaring especially when the both wanted to talk to him at the same time. He wasn't sure why the two of them didn't like each other. Sure Roan did remind him a lot of Malfoy at times. But that was only his cockiness. Other than that he was nothing like the Slytherin twat. He was fun to talk to and had quite a bit knowledge of plant lore both magical and non. Neville should like talking to him. He hoped they could stay friends even if Roan ended up getting sorted into another house. Harry dreaded what might happen if he ended up in Slytherin.
It didn't take them long to get to Kings Cross Station. The cars seemed to work on the same system as the Night Bus. They seemed to travel on some magical roads that didn't exist in the muggle land. Buildings that had been there before seemed to disappear or maybe they never existed in this realm of existence. It was beyond his comprehension whatever it was. In not time at all they had reached the station and were now trying to get everything situated. They acquired some Trolleys while Delphine discreetly unshrunk their trunks. Finally they had every ones things sorted out.
Harry reached a finger through the bars of Hedwig's cage and scratched her cheek lightly. With the other hand he slipped her an owl treat. She had been very patient and had put up with Pigs insistent hooting and screeching the whole way. She cooed softly and gave his finger an affectionate nibble. He caught Roan looking over his ticket out the corner of his eye.
"So where is..." Roan trailed off as he looked at his ticket a little closer. "Platform nine and three-quarters wait a minute. This ticket says Platform nine and three-quarters, but it doesn't exist."
Harry laughed. "That's what my uncle thought once. Believe me, it exists." He headed his trolley towards the divider between platforms nine and ten. "As Mrs. Weasley once told me, all you have to do is walk straight at the divider between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it. She also told me best to do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Why don't you go first?" He offered the blond.
"Oh no, I don't think so. Not sure I'm ready for that. My old school had a special door we had to open to get in. Muggles would just see an old wall with a broken brick. I'm not sure if I'm ready to go running through a wall." He eyed the brick wall before him skeptically.
"Oh come off it." Ron groaned. "You're a wizard after all. You should be used to things like this. Ginny wasn't even that scared her first time." He looked at the clock on the wall. "And if we don't get going soon it's going to leave without us. It leaves exactly at eleven."
"Ron dear why don't you show him how it's done." His mother coaxed.
He set his trolley in front of him. With a determined look he ran at the divider disappearing through the brick wall.
Dark green eyes went wide.
"Roan darling you next." She gave him a bit of a pat on the back.
Harry watched as Roan gulped and took a run at the wall. Soon he had disappeared as well.
He turned to smile at Mrs. Weasley.
"Go on Harry. Have a good year and stay safe. I don't want to hear anything about You, Ron and Hermione getting yourself into trouble this year." She couldn't help but tease him.
"Yeah Harry." One of the twins called out.
"Don't do anything we wouldn't do." The other added.
She glared at them. "Please don't fallow in their foot steps." She sounded exasperated.
He gave her a quick hug and then took off through the barrier. He almost crashed into Ron and Hermione on the other side.
"Harry!" She cried and he engulfed in a hug.
"Hey there Hermione." He greeted her and hugged back.
The others came to stand next to them.
"We should probably find a compartment on the train." Ginny offered.

They loaded their trunks and found a nice empty compartment on the train.
"I wonder who's going to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher this year." Hermione sighed.
Roan looked confused. "Why do you say it like that? It almost sounds as if this isn't a good thing."
"Well that's because it's not." She explained. "Ever since our first year at Hogwarts the DADA position is not what you would call the most desired position for teachers."
"Why not?"
She sighed. "It almost seems that it's been cursed. In the five years that we've been there we've had five different DADA teachers."
He was surprised. "Really, why, it can't be that bad of a position to teach that they would want to leave."
"Leave, who said anything about leaving. Only one of them has ever left or at least willingly." She leaned back and crossed her arms ready to tell the story. She knew that she had gotten him now.
"So what happened to them?" Roan was completely enthralled. Nothing like this had ever happened at his old school.
"Our first year we had Professor Quirrell, he was a small skinny man with a bad stutter. Always wore this horrid magenta turbine. He wasn't a bad teacher, wasn't very interesting either. Just one of those that is kind of just there. You get what you can from them and really don't give them a second thought after that. Of course that's what would have happened if it hadn't been for what happened later. It ended up that Quirrell wasn't as frail as he would have liked us to believe and he was actually in league with Voldemort.
"I thought that Voldemort was gone until last year. The Ministry kept saying there was nothing to worry about. That there was no way that he could come back after Harry had destroyed him as a baby. Not quite sure what finally caused them to admit that he was back." He looked between the four others that shared his compartment. "But you do, don't you?" It wasn't really a question for he already knew the answers by the looks on their faces.
Oh yes, they knew. How could they not remember what went on in the Department of Mysteries last year? It would be for ever ingrained into their minds a scar that would never go away, especially for Harry.
But she really didn't want to try to breach that subject now. That would be probably something better talked about later. While Harry was not around to relive what had happened to Sirius even though she knew that it was something that haunted his dreams most nights.
She went on to explain about Lockheart at his fanciful stories and then his back firing memory spell. How in their third year they had actually had their best DADA teacher, Lupin. And that he was the only one that had left of his own free will. In a way at least since he didn't feel that most parents liked the idea of their children being taught by a Wear Wolf. Then about Moody in their fourth year who wasn't that bad but ended up being a fraud. And last but not least she told him about the worst one of all Professor Umbridge. She explained how she had basically tried to take over the school and went through great lengths to get Harry and Dumbledore discredited. She would do anything to get people to not believe that Voldemort was alive. Even send Dementors after Harry knowing full well that they could kill him. She had her guesses about that as well. She believed that Umbridge had known that Harry could cast a full fledged Patronus and would use it when faced with Dementors. Knowing this she hoped he would so they would have a chance to expel him for using magic out side of school under aged. She also explained how she had been carried off by Centuars into the forest and that Dumbledore had to go in and save her. The whole ordeal causing major problems to the women's mental health not that she didn't deserve it after what she had done to the students and teachers.
"Oh boy I can see what you mean. I wouldn't want that job.

After than the lady with the trolley came by. And they were taken up with eating as Ron and Hermione headed up to the Prefect compartment.
The three of them were talking about Quidditch and the possibility of which house Roan would be in. Suddenly the door slid open. Three people stood in the doorway.
A young girl with Auburn hair and Hazel eyes smiled. "Would you mind if we sit with you. Most of the others are full and we sort of got kicked out of our last compartment." She asked hopefully.
"Sure, go ahead." Ginny offered. "I'm Ginny Weasley."
"Kari Treble." The girl with the Hazel eyes answered. "This is Ailis Beazel." She pointed to the other girl. She was probably the same height as Harry. Very pretty with straight Dark blond hair that went to her waste and large light blue eyes. "And her brother Keril Beazel." He was tall and good looking with Dark brown hair and the same light blue eyes as his sister. Harry guessed he was probably about a year older than the rest of them.
"Roan Betula." He shook hands with both the girls. But when he offered the out stretched hand to Keril all he did was grunt.
"Harry held back a little. He knew what might happen how most people reacted when they found out that he was Harry Potter the boy-who-lived.
"Harry." Ginny prodded smiling sweetly. She understood what he was going through. He hated the attention he got because he was famous. But it was something he probably would never get away from. It was just the kind of person he was bound for great things.
He knew he couldn't get away from it. If he didn't say anything he would be considered rude. "Harry, Harry Potter." He offered with a smile.
There was silence for a little while. This time Keril was the first to hold out his hand. "Pleased to meat you." His voice was gruff but sounded sincere.
"Pleased to meat you." Harry shook his hand.
"Hello." Ailis squeaked. A nice cherry blush colored her cheeks as she took his hand.
"Hey there!" Kari greeted enthusiastically shaking his hand with gusto.
She shook it so hard He had to rub his shoulder after word. "So do you guys know anything about Qudditch?" He offered trying to strike up a conversation.
The rest of the time was spent talking about Quidditch and other miscellaneous items.

Draco Malfoy glared at the book in front of him not really reading it. He was tying to ignore the feeling that was running through his body. It felt like electricity ran through every nerve in his body. He had the feeling that he was wasting time just sitting here. He knew now that he was a Protego Demon. Everything in the book had been right on. Well at lest everything that he had read so far. The prefix had said something about a bonding. But he hadn't come across that section yet. And he wasn't getting any reading done now that was for sure.
"Damn it." He cursed.
Crab and Goyle stared at him shocked by the malice in his voice.
He tried to ignore them at first made it quite obvious that he was trying to read his book. But he could feel their eyes on him. He ignored them for a little while longer but finally their beady little eyes boreing into him finally got the better of him.
"Bloody hell, what do you gits want?" He roared.
The two idiots where used to Draco yelling at them he did quite often. But they didn't expect the animalistic aspect of it. And they cold have sworn his eyes had glowed red for a little while. There mouths hung open and they just gawked as he glared at them. "What's up with you bloody idiots?" He hissed.
Their mouths worked as if they wanted to say something but nothing came out.
"Oh forget it." He slammed his book shut and stood up. Placing it in the over head section he turned and fixed them with a death glare. "If that book is touched I will kill you." He ground out. It wasn't like he wanted people to know what he was. He grabbed his robe and headed off to the prefect compartment.
"Ha, not like those sods can read anyway." He commented to himself closing the door, still better safe than sorry. He didn't need any more of The Dark Lords flunkies knowing what he was. His father had already made his intentions clear. The elder Malfoy intended to take him to see Voldemort during the winter Holidays. He was certain that any child of his would protect the Dark Lord. Didn't he know that a Protego Demon had no choice on who their charge was? It was some inner mechanism in them maid the decision for them. How was he supposed to tell his father that he was almost certain that it was Potter he was supposed to protect? No, it wouldn't be, he refused. Not looking where he was going he found himself crashing strait into a warm firm body. "Bloody Hell." He snapped picking himself off the floor. "Why don't you watch where you're going?"
"Why don't you watch where you're going Malfoy? You were the one that found the floor so interesting." Came the retort.
The blond head shot up. There was no mistaking that soft tenor voice.
"Potter?" There was no snide undertone to the soft word, just total and utter confusion.
Harry was shocked. Normally the first thing out of Malfoy's mouth when it came to him or any of his friends was some snide comment, or bighting remark. "What's the matter with you Malfoy?" He realized the blond was staring at him.
Finally Malfoy gained control of himself. "Nothings the matter Scar Head." He snarled. But it didn't have the strength it normally did behind it.
"Then why were you staring at me?" Harry's eyes were skeptical.
Draco could feel those Emerald green orbs boring into him. Hell, no one should have eyes that bright. They were unnatural. "Malfoy's do not stare. We're brought up better than that. Unlike some Pa..." He felt his throat constrict effectively cutting off his snide remarks about Potter's parents being dead. He tried to think of something else to say, some cutting phrase to break The-Boy-Who-Lived. But every time he tried to say anything it felt as if some physical force closed his mouth. After a few more minutes of this he got so frustrated he wouldn't be surprised if steam was coming from his ears. "Oh Bugger off. I need to get to the Prefect compartment." The Demon grumbled and stomped off.
"What the?" He shook his raven head hair flying in his face.
Draco heard the smaller boy walk away. "Damn." He hissed. There was no if, ands, or buts about it now. Potter was his Charge. There was no way he could dispute it. The book had made it quite clear what would happen when you found the one. The warm feeling they had explained had started in his stomach and spread through the rest of his body. It wasn't an uncomfortable heat but just kind of nice and calming like one felt a nice spring day. It also said that the Protego Demon would be able to feel and see the power radiating off of the Charge. He had most definitely felt it. He had felt it when he first got on the train he just didn't realize what it was until he was face to face with the other wizard. The pulling sensation he had felt in his compartment had been Potter's energy calling to him. And as for seeing it, Potter had been surrounded by a bright blue white sheen. "No, I won't allow it. He can't be the one." He stated firmly slamming his fist against the wall. Or what he thought was a wall but ended up being some ones door.
"Who's ever there go away." A girl's voice called from inside the compartment.
He knew that voice. There was no mistaking it. The horrible girl had been an almost permanent fixture on his arm ever since fourth year when he had invited her to the Yule Ball. "Pansy." He called.
"Draco." The door slid open and a disheveled head popped out.
"What happened to you Woman?" After he asked the question he regretted it. Because by the flushed look in her cheeks and the undone buttons on her blouse he knew what had happened. "What the hell do you think your doing?" He cried.
"Pansy, who's there?" A dark brown head came into view. Draco couldn't help but recognize the young man that stood before him.
"Finch-Fletchley? You made out with a bloody Hufflepuff?" He felt sick. How could any Slytherin stoop so low?
"Uhm, make out." Pansy started to blush and giggle.
His eyes grew wide and he felt as if he was going to throw up. "You mean. You guys?" He couldn't finish that sentence or he was going to loose what ever had eaten. "This is a disgrace for even you Parkinson." With that he turned on his heal and marched off to the Prefect compartment.