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Chapter 2

"Wake up boys, breakfast is ready. You better get up or we're going to miss the train."

Harry Potter jolted awake. That was Mrs. Weasley's voice. What was Mrs. Weasley doing at the Dursleys? He looked around in confusion at the orange walls covered in posters of people whizzing around on broomsticks. The he remembered. He was at the Burrow. He was seventeen. He didn't have to live at the Dursleys anymore. He was free.

Harry's best friend, Ron, groaned from the bed on the opposite side of the room.

Mrs. Weasley's voice completely changed, "Ron! Stop complaining and get up now!" She slammed the door.

Harry rolled himself out of bed and began to get dressed. Ron reluctantly pushed himself off the bed and copied Harry.

Downstairs everyone was seated at the table, already helping themselves to servings of pancakes and buttery toast. Twins, Fred and George were there, arguing loudly over something about chicken flavored wands. Bill and Fleur, now married, were trying their best to ignore them and were having a private conversation. Ginny looked up as they entered.

"So where are you boys meeting Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked, referring to Harry's other best friend.

"Ah the shation," mumbled Ron, bits of egg and toast came flying out of his mouth.

"Ewww, gross Ron," exclaimed Ginny, as Ron's half chewed food landed on her arm.

Mrs. Weasley frowned in disapproval.

Ron swallowed and turned to Harry, "who do you think the Head Boys gonna be this year?"

Harry shrugged, "Dun no and don't care. As long as it isn't Malfoy."

They all knew who the Head Girl was. Hermione.

Ron shuddered, "I'd die of it was."

Mrs. Weasley peered out the window. "Ministry cars are here. Get your trunks ready."

Ron shoveled the rest of the food into his mouth, trying to finish the rest of his breakfast. Harry, not yet finished but full, went to get his trunk. Then he remembered. He could use magic.

"Accio trunks."

A second later, three big trunks came zooming down the stairs towards him but stopping just in front. Ginny gave him a envious look. Harry grinned.

"Thank you Harry," said Mrs. Weasley as she started to load them into the cars.

A woman with stepped out of the car. Her bubblegum pink hair shone brightly in the sun. "Wotcha Harry."

"Hey Tonks," he greeted.

Someone of the Order was always present when Harry was around. She and Lupin were married now.

"Hey Tonks. Congratulations," said Ginny, congratulating her on her wedding.

She grinned, obviously still ecstatic about it. "Thanks."

They all piled into the car after saying their goodbyes to Fred, George, Bill and Fleur. The car magically expanded to fit them all and they drove off towards Kings Cross Station.

The gleaming red train stood waiting, puffing out smoke impatiently.

"Harry! Ron!" called a voice from behind. Suddenly, Harry's vision was obscured by a mass of bushy brown hair as Hermione pulled him into a tight hug, doing the same to Ron.

"How were your holidays?" asked Harry.

"It was great," gushed Hermione. "We went all over Europe. France, Italy, Spain…" she trailed off as she looked at Harry's face. "Oh sorry Harry. Here I am going on about how great my holiday was when you were here worrying about… everything."

Harry shook his head, "there's nothing to apologize for. I've actually been ok, you now, considering…"

Harry had told Ron and Hermione about what the prophicy contained. The prophcy that said he either had to kill, or be killed.

Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "You better get on the train. It'll be leaving soon."

Ginny rushed back from greeting other friends and hugged Mrs. Weasley. "Bye Mum."

They all hugged her in turn and hopped on the train just as it started to roll forward. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny, wandered to the back of the train looking for an empty compartment. One of the doors slid open and a round-faced boy stuck his head out.

"Harry! We saved seats for you guys."

"Oh hey Neville. Thanks."

The group trooped in and stowed their suitcases in the luggage rack. A girl with long, dirty blonde hair was already sitting in the compartment, her slightly protuberant eyes staring intently out the window.

"Hi Luna," said Ginny.

Luna shifted her gaze to them. "Hello," she said dreamily.

She went back to staring out the window.

Harry jumped when he saw someone else sitting at the corner of the compartment, already dressed in school robes. How could he have missed her? She had been sitting right there. Harry shrugged the thought off, he couldn't help noticing that she was very pretty. Her dark, glossy curls were pinned up pinned up but a few strands had managed to work their way out and tumble down. Her face had a kind of exotic, feline look to it. What stood out the most about her were her eyes. She had golden, cat-like eyes. Harry had never seen eyes like hers. He realized he was staring and forced himself to look away as he settled down into his seat. He glanced quickly at her again. He wondered if she was a first-year. She didn't look like a first year, but Harry had never seen her around the school before. He gave Neville a questioning look, as if to say Who is she? Neville shook his head. He didn't know.

"Hi, I'm Hermione," Hermione said.

"Pasha," the girl replied.

"I'm Ron," Ron hurriedly introduced.

Pasha gave him a nod of acknowledgement. Her eyes turned to Harry.

"Harry. Harry Potter," he offered.

Her eyes flicked to his forehead, as he knew they would. But unlike other people when meeting him for the first time, she did not seem awed by him. Or excited, or even surprised. Her face showed no emotion.

"So what year are you going in to? You don't look like a first year," Hermione asked.

"Seventh."

"Do you know what House you're going to be in?" questioned Ron.

"Slytherin."

Everyone in the compartment exchanged looks. To his surprise, Harry was disappointed. But why should he be? No one asked any more questions and the rest of the trip was done in silence.

Sorry. This chapter is a litlle boring. but...

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