As some of you may know the first few chapters are from the same title story, the Silver Trio, by Sate another fanfiction author. I noticed some people enjoyed this story alot and I liked it quite a bit and noticed it had a bit of promise. I thought about taking it over and helping it back to where it was going so here it is.
Rowling's stuff is her own.
By the way. I am taking the time to go through each of these chapters and reformat them so they have a better feel to them altogether, bear with me this is only the second time around doing something like this.
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Life seemed to progress normally for the three for awhile, going to classes, getting tortured by Snape, getting suspicious looks from other professors and basically not caring about any of it. One day, at breakfast Ron had received not only a letter from his mother and father but one from Ginny as well. He blinked rapidly after reading the one from his parents and if they were alone he would of smiled at the one from Ginny. He handed them both to Harry and Hermione to look at.
Harry got the one from his parents first and he began to read, wondering what had grabbed Ron:
Dear Ron
First off, your mother wants to apologize, hey there sweetie I love you and am so sorry for what I said, your father and I discussed it. Yes we did, quite in detail too if I remember correctly. Arthur Weasley you hush, anyhoo Ron we are very proud of you, I know you will do great things And we will be behind you 100 no matter what you are still my son and I love you very much. Tell your brothers that if I receive a toilet seat in the mail I will make sure I send a howler with my favorite stories of their childhood. But dear! I wanted that se...don't you dare encourage them! Owl us soon sweetie!
Love, Mum & Dad
Harry let out a small smile at the letter, it was obvious that Ron's parents cared for him, and that their temper was definitely fast but once cooled they easily apologized.
Hearing a small laugh from Hermione Harry looked at her quizzically, she finished and glanced up holding out the one in her hand, Harry quickly changed letters with her turning his attention to the letter from one of the siblings he had yet to meet.
Dear Ron,
How are you? Mum told me you got sorted into Slytherin, and I really wasn't all that surprised; I bet you can't believe that right, well just wait until next year! Mum and Dad feel real bad about the howler and discussed it for HOURS! It was bloody annoying, and just because I'm your little sister does not mean I can't use words like that. See, even from here I know you! The house is so empty now that you're gone, I don't know how those only children do it. Anyway, I better get a letter from you in the near future or your chess set is meeting the fireplace close up.
Love, Ginny
Harry sighed jealously, he was envious of Ron, there was actually people who cared about him, who loved him. Hermione was having similar thoughts after reading Ron's letter from his parents, it was obvious that they cared about him in a way she could never hope for hers to. Both wondered how they could miss the signs of inner pain pouring off him, the new attitude, the loss of a temper, the new clothes and hair, all was an expression of something that he couldn't tell them but yet wanted them to know.
They just merely shook their heads and went on about their lives, a weight feeling like it had come off of Ron's chest at the letters; Isis continued acting like an overprotective parent and as much as the three rolled their eyes they liked having her around. Harry continued to excel in Potions, Hermione in Charms, and Ron in Transfiguration, they did top of the class performance in their other subjects, even Defence against the Dark Arts, which when run by the stuttering Quirrell was more a joke then a class. They continued to avoid Percy and stay out of his way, receiving only a few death glares from the Gryffindor table, and they kept trying to avoid Snape's wrath, he would always look at them suspiciously, as though suspecting them of something.
One day the three walked into the Slytherin dorm and saw a notice pinned up to the wall, apparently Flying lessons were starting Thursday and Slytherin was going to be paired with Gryffindor, "Oh joy just what I wanted, more idiotic inter house rivalry in classes," commented Hermione as they walked to breakfast.
The other two just shook their head, they were loners so the rivalry really didn't bother them so they simply stood back and commented on how stupid the other students acted around eachother, especially Malfoy, he treated everyone as a means to end, either he had some serious issues or some severe antisocial personality traits, either way he was not pleasant.
As they sat at breakfast they heard a commotion across the Dining Hall at the Gryffindor table, Malfoy was holding some sort of clear glass ball, "A Remembrall, it tells you if you've forgotten to do something." Hermione mentioned as she saw it; just then Professor McGonagall walked up and Malfoy muttered something under his breath as he tossed it at a slightly chubby Gryffindor boy, "Neville Longbottom, we rode in the boat together on the way over, I hear he is killer in Herbology but a disaster in most other things" said Ron from Harry's right. "Especially Potions, he is the one always melting cauldrons, I bet he has gone through 10 of them already."
"Really? Well I could use some support in Herbology, ." Harry commented as he turned to look at the other two, Hermione replied as she grabbed a muffin from a platter in front of her, "He seemed like a nice boy, a little unsure and not very confident, it doesn't look like he's getting along in his house very well."
Both of the others noticed how he sat apart from most of the first-years, he looked rather depressed himself; Harry felt a pang of sympathy, he knew what it was like to be ostracized; Dudley had scared off any potential friends he could have had when he was younger.
"Think he's talk to us, he is a Gryffindor after all, they seem to be unduly prejudiced." Eyebrows flew up on both sides of Harry at that comment; up to this point he really had not seemed at all interested in expanding their friendship from the three of them. "He might, he seems a little different, he doesn't really quite fit in with the rest of them, and if he was only more confident I see the possibility for great power; he just needs to believe in that power." Hermione commented considering Harry's idea, it certainly would be nice to make some further contacts.
"Bolt, I believe we have to have partners today in Potions and both the Gryffindors and us have uneven numbers, why don't you team up with him; Snape may not like us but he cannot fault your excellence in Potions."
"Burn, that is a bloody brilliant idea; the perfect way to get to know him a little better I think that is exactly what I will do; Thanks." Harry sent an appreciative glace to his strategically minded friend, there really was a brain buried under all that red hair.
Together the three of them finished eating, both Ron and Hermione subtly urging the thin teen inbetween them to eat more, and they left towards the dungeons, bowing a graceful retreat from the occupied Bloody Baron.
As they walked towards the Potion's classroom, they reviewed the notes that they had taken the last day, they would be working on a anti-inflammatory potion and it looked fairly straightforward, but one could never be too careful. Together they slipped inside the large doors taking a front seat so it would be easier to make sure that Neville & Harry got paired up together. A few minutes later the other students started to filter in, filling up their normal seats in the class, throwing odd looks at the others for already being seated and ready so early.
The Potion's Master made his normally spectacular entrance barking orders as he came in, "Everyone get into pairs, Now! We are making an anti- inflammatory potion and I expect no explosions or you will be in detention with me for the rest of the week!" Obviously Professor Snape was not in horribly good mood.
Ron and Hermione quickly teamed up and Harry noticed how the Gryffindors where avoiding Neville like the plague, casually he walked over the long desk he was sitting at, "Would you like to partner with me, it seems the rest of our houses have paired off without us."
Neville looked up and Harry was relieved when no look of disgust crossed his face, just one of relief, "Of course, but you would probably be better off on your own, I am a true disaster at Potions."
Harry shrugged and sat down, "Well no time to fix that like the present," sticking out his hand he continued, "Harry Potter."
Neville clasped it and shook, "Neville Longbottom."
Just then Professor Snape started snapping again and the two shut up as they watched him throw the instructions and snap at them to begin while he stalked the aisles between the two sides, glaring at the Gryffindors and the three Slytherins.
Harry and Neville worked side by side, neither really saying anything besides the necessary communication for the potion. At the end of class Harry looked at it and nodded affirmatively, it was a little thicker then it should have been but other wise was a solid potion
Neville thanked Harry effusively as they left the classroom, "Thanks Harry! My cauldron didn't explode once!"
"No problem Neville, and call me Bolt, see you at flying lessons later Neville." With that Harry calmly caught up with his two friends as they left the dungeons headed towards their Charms class.
Both Charms and Transfiguration went like normal, Ron, Harry, and Hermione being miles ahead of everyone else in the classes because of their near constant practice on each other. After the classes the three stopped by their dorm briefly to drop off their bags and greet Isis before they headed outside for the flying lessons with Madam Hooch.
Outside on the ground were numerous brooms all lined in rows, immediately they could hear a whistle from the stout woman in the front with short gray hair and yellow eyes, much like a bird, "Alright, everyone take a position on the left side of their broom."
Harry rolled his eyes as he heard Draco bragging about his flying skills to the two brick walls that accompanied him everywhere, the boy was such a pompous ass.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom and say 'Up!'" ordered Madam Hooch watching appraisingly.
As Harry spoke out he felt his broom jump immediately to his palm; smacking it hard. There was only a few that jumped, Hermione's and Ron's both flew into their hands a few tries later while others, like Neville who spoke in a quivering tone, didn't even roll over. Finally once everyone had their brooms in their hand Madam Hooch walked around correcting or adjusting their grips, Harry, Ron, and Hermione smirked when they heard her tell Draco he had done it wrong for years.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off form the ground, hard. Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle – three – two – "
The three Slytherins as they watched a nervous Neville pushed off too soon before the whistle had even touched Madam Hooch's lips. "Come back boy!" she shouted but Neville just kept rising into the air, higher and higher until he looked down and gasped causing him to shift sideways slide off the broom.
Suddenly, WHAM! – a thud and a nasty crack later Harry winced as Madam Hooch hurried over to Neville's side her face as white as his. "Broken wrist." Muttered Harry to Hermione and Ron, he had heard the same crack several times when Vernon had gotten particularly annoyed.
"Broken wrist." Announced Madam Hooch as she helped him to stand up she started to walk with him back towards the castle and then turned to the rest of the class. "None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on dear."
Neville's face was tear-streaked as Madam Hooch quickly led him back towards Hogwarts and the hospital wing.
As soon as they were out of earshot Malfoy burst into laughter, "Did you see his face, the great lump?" His flunkies quickly joined in the laughter, the Gryffindors didn't seem particularly inclined to defend the boy.
"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him." The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find – how about – up a tree?" Malfoy leapt onto his broom and rose into the air, he hadn't been fully lying, he could fly well. Harry looked at his two companions and hopped on his broom rising right behind him.
As he rose Hermione sighed and looked at Ron, "I suppose we should give him a hand so he doesn't make a complete fool of himself and get expelled."
Ron swept into a bow as he hopped onto his own broom, "Shall we Lady Brigid?"
Hermione swept a deep curtsy, "Of course Lord Burn."
With that the other two quickly mounted their own brooms and acted on instinct following Harry into the air.
After he was flanked by his two friends Harry looked at Malfoy in front of him, his eyes narrowing, "The truce is off Malfoy, give it here, there is no Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your ass."
Malfoy seemed to realize this as well, "Catch it if you can, then!" he shouted as he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground. Harry dove after the ball and Hermione and Ron shared a look and dove after Malfoy suddenly appearing on either side of him and slamming him between them as they descended towards the ground.
They turned and watched Harry once they had dumped Malfoy off his broom forgetting to climb off their own , it was as though the three had a link between them. When they saw Harry lose his balance near the ground they immediately flew over and caught him between themselves before he could hit the soft ground, the Remembrall still clenched in his hand. Just as the three set foot back on the ground they heard a loud exclamation, "HARRY POTTER, HERMIONE GRANGER, RONALD WEASLEY! That was one of the most reckless displays I have ever seen we are going to see your head of house this instant!"
The three groaned internally knowing that Professor Snape would probably not be nearly as lenient as he would with the other Slytherins, they were going to be lucky to get away with less then expulsion. They fond the Potions Professor in his dungeon, obviously he didn't have a class and looked perturbed when opened the door to find Madam Hooch with a excited look in her eye in front of the three Slytherins he disliked as much as the Gryffindors.
"What have they done Madam Hooch?" he asked as he glared malevolently at the three Slytherins.
"Severus, I've found the three best flyers I've seen since Charlie Weasley played. You've got the makings of a five star seeker and a pair of killer beaters here! You wouldn't believe the dive I just saw Potter make and the other two are bloody amazing on the brooms!"
The three almost blinked in unison, this was definitely not what they were expecting, they thought for sure they would be in the Headmaster's office trying to convince him not to expel them.
Professor Snape got an appraising look in his eye as he looked at the first- years, his house had won the House Cup for six years and the Quidditch match was a big part of that, he would take any advantage he could get. "Thank you Hooch, come along Potter, Granger, and Weasley."
Quickly they followed behind the Professor who stopped suddenly at one of the classrooms, "Professor McGonagall I need Flint."
A fifth year stepped out from inside the room with slightly shocked look on his face as he saw the three first years behind his Head of House. "You needed to see me Sir?"
With a dark smile Snape gestured at the three behind him, "Apparently these three have some skill on a broom I want you to try them out and see if you can use them, oh and you three, detention with me at 9:00 for a week starting tomorrow."
With that Snape spun around and stalked back down to his dungeon, his robes billowing behind him dramatically. "Well, c'mon let's see if you actually have some skill." With a sneer he walked back out to the Quidditch Pitch.
Flint set down a large box in the middle of the field and handed Harry a broom and Ron and Hermione and Ron bats and brooms. Hastily he explained the very basics of the game and told them exactly what to do.
Rising quickly into the sky Flint released the Bludgers and the Snitch into the air. He watched skeptically which faded quickly into shock when he watched a light side pure blood and a muggle girl smacking bludgers viciously around, aiming at Harry like Flint had instructed them too. He watched as the small Boy-Who-Lived avoided them with ease and caught the Snitch within minutes.
As they descended to the ground he smirked, "Welcome to the Slytherin Quidditch team, our motto, win or kill the other team trying."