Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this Story, the only thing I own is the story line. Some HBP spoilers... (I mean, who hasn't read it yet?)

Chapter One

"Firs' years this way please! Make your way over here firs' years"

"We had homework? What was it? Oh my god, I completely forgot!"

"Where's Tookie? Has anybody seen her? I've lost Tookie!"

Shouts of "Hello!" and "How were your holidays?" filled the station at Hogsmede. Yes, it was that time of year again, students had packed up their books and made their way to Platform 9 ¾ where they boarded the Hogwarts express and started the long, but eventful journey to Hogwarts.

"Blaise darling! Over here dear! Are you avoiding me?"

"Crookshanks? Where are you?"

First years started towards the huge man known as Hagrid, it had been 7 years ago when Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger (and the rest of their year) had made their way over to Hagrid and got into the boats that would take them to the Castle. This year, they were 7th years; Hermione (as most would have guessed) was Head Girl, Harry was Quidditch Captain, and Ron? Well, he had finally got the girl of his dreams, and she was obviously smitten with him to, yeah, finally, to the relief of everyone I might add, Hermione and Ron had got together.

"HEY! Hermione! Come on! We saved you a seat!"

"Neville, what have you forgotten this time?"

"MY UNIFORM!"

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna and Neville climbed into the carriage, they all knew that this year would be very different from the last, their first year without Dumbledore, but all of them had a feeling that the new Headmaster would make them all feel at home.

"So who do you think is the new head?" Ginny asked Hermione, she was looking away at the time, considering Ron was starting to lick Hermione's ear, which usually indicted they were about to start making out. You see, when they first started going out, Ron, being, un-experienced in the art of making out, decided to lick Hermione, and ... well... she liked it.

Harry had his arm around Ginny, and Neville was plucking up the courage to ask Luna out, the group had gotten closer over the summer, because Harry had only returned to school so the others would.

"Will you two get a room?" Harry asked

The pair broke themselves apart for a second,

"Harry, we will be getting a room soon, and hopefully it won't have you in it. Oh and Ginny, I have no idea" Hermione replied, causing everyone except her and Ron to roll their eyes, Neville and Ginny feigned vomiting. Then they got back to... what they were doing.

Suddenly, Luna jumped onto Neville's lap and started to kiss him.

This caused everyone in the carriage to stop what they were doing and look at Luna, she and Neville were now in such an entangled mess that all you could see were their heads.

"Luna, step away from the man for a second, and tell us where the hell that came from..."

"I guess I just love Neville... sooooo... (Ten minutes later) much!"

The carriage pulled to a halt, Neville was still trying to pash Luna, she was resisting, Ron was upset because Hermione wanted to look "good" for the new Head Master which meant he couldn't pash Hermione, and Harry and Ginny were both thinking what an immature bunch they were hanging out with.

"The weasel and the nerd, what a great cough couple," A slow, (yet very sexy) drawl had met their ears; It looked as though Blaise Zambini had taken over the role of Draco in his absence. He was being followed by Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy, who was now looking at him with a look of pure desire on her face.

Harry walked past the group without a second glance; he was filled with hatred of all Slytherins because of what had happened to Dumbledore. The rest of his little group followed. As they reached the great hall, Luna parted from the group to the Ravenclaw table, and the rest of them sat close together. There was an obviously tension in the Hall, for just about everyone wanted to kill the Slytherins, and everyone was still grieving over the Greatest Head Master Hogwarts had ever had.

The large doors of the hall opened and a line of scared looking first years walked through, gazing in awe at the invisible ceiling, and all the students. One looked really familiar to Harry, and half the school noticed that she shared a striking resemblance to Harry. One by one, the students tried on the sorting hat; so far no-one had been sorted into Slytherin, but there was still about 30 students to go...

"Arango, Liah"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Potter, Jordan"

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