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Chapter 13

After sharing a hearty breakfast at the family table, it was now time for everyone to head out to King's Cross Station. Sirius shrunk everyone's trunks while Calliope ensured that they each had properly packed all that they would need for the school year.

"Are you sure that you have everything, dears?" the motherly witch inquired of them.

"Yes, mum," Harry replied with a smile. "We have double and triple-checked. You can thank Hermione for that."

The brown-eyed girl blushed at Harry's remark and swatted her arm good-naturedly. Harry was slowly getting used to all of the affection that Calliope provided her. She had only ever seen Mrs. Weasley in that light; however, the new Lady Black had quickly replaced the role of mother in her heart.

"Don't worry, mum," Regulus assured his mother as he gave her a hug. "We knew that this was coming since dad returned to us. Hogwarts will be just another adventure. One that I have all been looking forward to for a long time."

"That's right, son," agreed Sirius with a grin. "I expect you three to be at the heart of all sorts of mischief this year, understood? Besides, with all that's planned for Hogwarts this year, I'm sure that the school could use a few distractions!"

The three students were intrigued by Sirius's remark and attempted to have him elaborate. However, the old dog merely smiled and hurried them on their way to the Floo. After a flash of green flames, they appeared at King's Cross and hugged Sirius and Calliope goodbye.

"What aren't you saying, Padfoot?" Harry whispered to the man.

"Nothing bad, Harry," the Marauder replied. "Just a friendly competition between the most prestigious schools of Magical Europe. I daresay you and your friends will be able to view magics that you have never seen before in your lives."

With a final warm hug from her godfather and Calliope, Harry followed her friends onto the train, quickly grabbing an open compartment and waiting for their friends to arrive. The Weasleys were always the last to board the train, so they would still have a while to wait.

The first of their friends to appear was actually Neville Longbottom. The shy Gryffindor had appeared to have lost some of the baby fat of previous years and had even grown a few inches taller in height. He now stood at 5ft. 7in., which is two inches taller than Harry and six inches taller than Hermione unless you add her bushy hair into the equation. Regulus was the tallest in the compartment at 5ft. 9in., and it would seem that he would continue to grow as both of his parents were well above the 6ft mark.

Hermione introduced Neville to Regulus before reintroducing Harry to the young Longbottom heir.

"Neville," Hermione greeted. "I would like to introduce you to Regulus Asteropaios Black, heir to the Black family and betrothed to both Harry and due to certain circumstances."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, heir Longbottom," Regulus said to the young Gryff. "I hope that we can become friends this year as I currently know only Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys."

"Of course, heir Black," Neville replied as only a pureblood could. "I would be honored to be your friend. Please, call me Neville."

"Thank you, Neville," Regulus said with a smile as he gripped the younger student's hand. "You can call me Reggie."

The foursome soon found themselves speaking of their experiences over the summer, and Neville was struck dumb by all that had happened to Harry. The Potter heiress showed off some of her metamorph abilities, and soon, the compartment was filled with merriment. Tonks had taught Harry how to turn her mouth and nose into the beak of a duck which the young witch followed up with some quacking, sending each of the teens quickly into a fit of wheezing laughter.

As the young witches and wizards were composing themselves, the Weasleys had finally arrived. The twins were surprisingly pensive, while Ron was fuming in anger after a confrontation that they had with Malfoy and his goons. Ginny had chosen to sit in a different compartment to catch up with her friend Luna Lovegood before they were separated for the year by their different houses.

"How dare that snake!" Ron angrily shouted as his face reddened. "Trying to show off that he knows something will be happening at school and that dad wasn't important enough to have heard about it. I bet he's making it all up!"

"What happened, Ron?" Harry asked her friend.

"Draco decided to block our path on the train," George stated.

"The prat began to brag about how there was to be a competition this year at Hogwarts between us, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons," Fred quickly followed up.

"When we said we hadn't heard about it," George lamented.

"The ponce took the opportunity to remind everyone that his father was a lord and that our family," growled Fred.

"Wasn't important enough to have heard about whatever is taking place this year," snapped George.

"If these two hadn't of stopped me, I'd have hexed the stupid smirk off his slimy snake face," interrupted Ron.

Harry could see that this encounter had royally pissed off the redheaded brothers, and she offered up what she had heard from Sirius before boarding the train.

"So there really is going to be some kind of competition between schools this year?" asked Ron excitedly. "Do you think there will be a prize? Maybe we should all try to sign up!"

"You don't think," Fred said to George.

"That this is the tournament?" George said mysteriously.

"The tournament that was banned for the past hundred years!" Fred blurted with glee.

"What tournament?" Harry asked, curious by their sudden toothy smiles.

"I hope you two aren't speaking about the Triwizard Tournament!" Hermione gasped after being jerked around by the back-and-forth banter. "That tournament was banned for good reason! There were so many deaths of both witches and wizards that the Ministry swore to discontinue the events forever."

"Well," Neville said with a furrowed brow. "It would appear that forever has arrived. Fred said that Malfoy mentioned the other wizarding schools, and that can only mean one thing. The Triwizard Tournament has returned."

After a few moments of silence, Ron finally looked at the three students sitting across from them and asked a question that had been on his mind for the last week.

"Is it true?" the gangly redhead asked. "Are you and Hermione soul bonded and betrothed to Regulus?"

"Yes," Harry awkwardly replied. "Sirius thought that-"

"Whatever!" Ron huffed as he glared at Regulus before looking out the window, his ears slowly turning red in anger.

An awkward silence settled around the compartment until Neville thought of a way to distract the occupants from what was on everyone's mind.

"So," Neville nervously started. "How about those Cannons this year? They nearly won that last game."

Ron eagerly jumped into the discussion of his favorite team and how they had almost broken their infamous losing streak. Ron was of the belief that the Holyhead Harpies had cursed the team after the Cannons won their last quidditch tournament years ago against the all-female team. He told them that he had heard this tidbit from Ludo Bagman at the World Cup and that, due to the source, it must be true. Hermione didn't take too well to the idea of such blatant accusations. With the language that Ron was using to describe what he thought about the female team, he and Hermione were soon bickering back and forth, making Harry feel that this year may finally get back to some semblance of normalcy.

After several hours of enjoying the scenic countryside as it passed them by, Hermione announced that it was time to change into their school robes. The boys left the compartment to give the girls the opportunity to change, and for the first time, she and Harry had a moment of quiet together. Hermione threw up some privacy charms after locking the door and asked Harry if she had noticed Ron's odd behavior.

"Did you notice Ron's little outburst?" Hermione asked Harry.

"I did," the raven-haired witch said with a nod. "What do you think that was all about?"

"Honestly, Harry!" Hermione groaned. "He is obviously jealous of Reggie."

"Why would he be jealous of Reggie?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Well, to start, Reggie is extremely wealthy, " Hermione began. "He is also suddenly one of our best friends, betrothed to both of us, and is the heir to one of the most powerful families in the UK. Don't tell me you also forgot about the looks that he was giving us over break. Ron has always had a sense of inferiority due to growing up in such a large family, with each brother being more successful than the last. He will need to get over this if he plans to keep our friendship this year. I am tired of him always putting either one of us down for whatever reason that pops into his immature head."

"Hermione," Harry pouted. "Ron's not that bad. Sure, he has his moments, but he's always had our backs. I'm sure that this will all blow over soon, and we can all get back to normal."

"I hope so, Harry," Hermione said as she hugged Harry close to her. "I don't have very many friends, and I would hate to lose one of our first. No matter how much of a prat he can be."

Harry laughed at her wife's last remark before placing a gentle kiss against her cheek. Hermione always had a way of making Harry laugh whenever she was feeling down.

"Well, I guess we better let the boys back in," Hermione remarked. "There's no telling what trouble they will get into if left to their own devices."

Having said that, the girls removed the privacy charms and unlocked the compartment door. As soon as the door opened, the boys quickly ran back into the room. Each with a smile on their face, but none more so than the Weasley twins themselves.

"What did you do?" Hermione asked with a scowl.

"Nothing that you need to worry about, my dear," Fred smirked.

"Just managing a little mischief," George finished with a wink in Harry's direction.

With that, Hermione just knew that Harry understood what was going on. She poked and prodded the remainder of the trip, but Harry wasn't about to spoil the surprise. She only gave Hermione a single hint as to what was to happen at the first feast of the year.

"Let's just say that I hope you enjoy this year's interpretation of Swan Lake," the green-eyed witch offered with a Marauder-worthy grin.

All Hermione could do was huff in annoyance. She just knew that whatever these pranksters had planned was bound to get them all in trouble. She just hoped they wouldn't drag her down with them when they were all caught for whatever it they had done.

Once everyone departed from the Hogwarts Express, it was time to go their separate ways. As this was Regulus's first year, he would be traveling by boat with Hagrid and the rest of the new students while Harry, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasley went by carriage. The next time that they would see one another would be at the sorting in the great hall.

The ride up to the castle was nice and quiet as the Gryffindor companions sat in comfortable silence. Ron attempted to get their attention, but the two witches said they were tired from the long train ride and wanted to enjoy some quiet before they reached the cacophony of the great hall. The boy reluctantly allowed the request and gazed out the window of the carriage and watched as the scenery passed them by.

Once they arrived at the castle's entrance, they each departed and made their way toward the great hall to grab their seats at the Gryffindor table. The rest of their friends had seen the paper, and as soon as they saw Harry, they bombarded her with all sorts of questions ranging from suddenly being a female to being bonded to Hermione and betrothed to a Black. As the volume at the table slowly increased, Prof. Flitwick shot off a blast from his wand to quiet the curious teenagers.

The diminutive man winked at Harry, which the girl almost missed, before bringing out a stool and placing the sorting hat upon its wooden seat. With his task complete, the professor returned to his place at the head table and waited for Prof. McGonagall to arrive with this year's latest batch of students.

The moment that Prof. Flitwick's backside touched his seat, Swan Lake could be heard echoing around the hall. With the sudden music, Draco Malfoy and his two bookends leaped from their positions at the Slytherin table and threw their robes to the floor! What everyone saw beneath their robes caused laughter to fill the air. Gone were their Hogwarts uniforms, and in their place were bright, neon pink tutus.

The boy who had turned himself into Harry's Hogwarts nemesis led Crabbe and Goyle as they began to prance around the room in a perfect rendition of the beloved ballet. Several catcalls were thrown their way as the infamous trio smiled and danced to the music. They finished their act by leaping onto the Slytherin table and curtsied to the sound of applause just as Snape entered the Hall.

"Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle!" the dungeon master roared at his confounded students. "What is it that you think you are doing?!"

Hearing his name called out by his head of house caused Draco and his friends to wake from whatever spell had been cast on them. Looking around to assess the situation, the blonde Slytherin noticed that everyone was laughing at him!

"What's going on?" the three teens asked in confusion as they were freed from the spell that enthralled them.

The young Slytherin suddenly realized that he had become the butt of a prank! He, the heir to the great Malfoy bloodline! Suddenly he felt a soft breeze against his legs and noticed the unfortunate state of his attire.

The rest of the hall roared with laughter at the pranking of the bullies as they picked up their robes and ran from the room. As they fled, Draco shouted about the retribution he would have once his father heard about this attack on his person.

Prof. Snape chased after them, promising his own retribution to any who embarrassed his house in such a manner again. He would need to ensure that the Slytherins improved their situational awareness so as not to get caught unawares as young Messrs. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had been The greasy man threw a dirty look at the Gryffindor table in an attempt to discern the guilty party before turning around and chasing after his students. As the Slytherins left through a side door, they missed sorting for the year.

Harry beamed at the Weasley twins for their excellent prank and laughed along with the rest of the room. Even Hermione couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips which didn't escape Harry's notice. There were even several professors attempting to cover their faces as they stifled their laughter. Only Dumbledore's booming laughter cracked their futile attempts, and soon, their entire table was laughing.

"Such a wonderful display of magic," declared the headmaster as he addressed the room. "However, while the spell work was quite impressive, I must remind you all that I do not condone such behavior. Should this happen again, the staff and I shall be required to punish the responsible parties involved. Please keep that in mind should you feel the need to experiment."

As the headmaster returned to his place, he winked at Fred and George, which nearly caused the youngest Marauders to break into laughter. Before anything more could be said, Prof. McGonagall marched through the main doors with the new firsties following behind her. Regulus could be seen at the rear of the procession with a small smile on his face as he took in his surroundings. Once the new students were led to stand in front of the stool, the doors of the great hall boomed shut behind them.

No sooner had the doors shut, the sorting began to sing its latest song for the year.

A thousand years or more ago
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?

Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!

"Andrews, Daniel!" Prof. McGonagall called out.

One by one, each new student was sorted until, last but not least, Regulus Black walked forward and placed the weathered hat upon his head. There were several titters from the girls at every table, causing Harry and Hermione to grimace at the raging hormones around them.

"Ah," the sorting hat remarked. "Another Black, I see. Oh my! I haven't seen an Asteropaios grace these halls since the time of the founders! Hmm, you have plenty of loyalty, so Hufflepuff wouldn't be out of the question, but you have a more domineering and cunning side that would do you well in Slytherin. You crave knowledge but not for its own sake, so Ravenclaw is out, but you have more courage than nearly half of the current Gryffindors I have had the pleasure of sorting. Hmm, truly difficult for one so unexpected. Any suggestions on where you would like to be sorted?"

"It doesn't matter to me," Regulus admitted. "I will be requesting the betrothal quarters for myself and my two betrothed, so I will hardly be in any of the common rooms. However, it would be nice to be on the same schedule as the rest of the Gryffs. I believe that Gryffindor is the house for me."

"Are you sure?" the hat tried. "You could be great in Slytherin. You have the power and cunning. Then again, I couldn't convince young Harry of the benefits that the house of serpents could bring her. If that is your wish. Better be… Gryffindor!"

The students at the Gryffindor table cheered at their latest acquisition, the girls most of all, as Regulus removed the hat and joined Harry and Hermione. Several witched murdered curses under their breath at the loss of the Black heir as their wizard counterparts stared angrily at the male Veela.

Once Regulus sat beside the two witches, an assortment of food appeared on the table via house elf. The students and staff happily began to fill their plates and eat until they could eat no more. Regulus and Hermione were appalled by Ron's eating habits, but Harry had grown numb to the redhead's horrendous appetite after years of sitting beside him at meals. Once finished with their meal, Dumbledore stood once more to grab everyone's attention.

"So!" said Dumbledore smiling around them all. "Now that we are fed and watered, I must ask once more for your attention while I give out a few notices. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle this year has been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office if anybody would like to check it,"

"As ever," he continued with a grandfatherly smile, "I would like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year," Dumbledore continued, "This is due to an event that will be starting in October and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teacher's time and energy but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-"

But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder, and the doors of the Great Hall banged open. A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled towards the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark grey hair, and then began to walk up towards the teacher's table.

A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on his every other step. He reached the end of the top table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling.

The stranger reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook it, muttering something. He seemed to be making some kind of inquiry of the stranger, who shook his head unsmilingly and replied in an undertone. Dumbledore nodded and gestured the man to an empty seat on his right-hand side.

"May I introduce our new Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher," said Dumbledore brightly, into the silence, "Professor Alastor Moody."

It was usual for new staff members to be greeted with applause, but none of the staff or students clapped except Dumbledore and Hagrid. Both put their hands together and applauded, but the sound echoed dismally into the silence, and they stopped fairly quickly. Everyone else seemed to be transfixed by Moody's bizarre appearance to do more than stare at him, which caused a twisted smirk to appear on his scarred face.

Dumbledore soon cleared his throat to regain the attention of the students in the hall.

"As I was saying," he said, smiling at the sea of students before him, all of whom were still gazing transfixed at Mad-Eye Moody, "we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year,"

"You're JOKING!" exclaimed Fred and George loudly as they both feigned ignorance of the sudden news. Harry and Hermione laughed at their antics while Regulus merely smirked at the two redheads.

The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.

"No, I am not joking, Messrs. Weasley," he said, "Though I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar –"

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly, interrupting what was sure to be a most excellent joke.

"Oh – but maybe this is not the time… no..." said Dumbledore. "Where was I? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament… Some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation and allow their attention to wander freely. The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry – Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the Tournament once every five years and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities – until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the Tournament was discontinued. There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which have been very successful. However, our own Departments of International Magical Co-Operation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that, this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger.

"The Heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have already arrived, and on Halloween, we will have the Champion Selections. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy of competing for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a 10 thousand galleon personal prize money. Eager though I know all of you will be able to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," he said, "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an agreed restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age – that is to say, seventeen years or older – will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This" – Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, for several people had made noises of outrage at these words – "is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the Tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below Sixth and Seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion."

His light-blue eyes twinkled as they flickered over to Fred and George's mutinous faces.

"I, therefore, beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen. The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be staying with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop Chop!"

With that said, Regulus led Harry toward the headmaster to inform the man about a couple of changes in accommodations for him and the witches at his side.

"Good evening, headmaster," Regulus greeted the aged wizard. "I would like to formally request the use of Hogwarts's betrothal quarters for myself and my brides-to-be. As it is our duty to familiarize ourselves with one another over the next several years, this will provide us the opportunity to quietly become closer until our subsequent marriage."

The older wizard looked down from his throne and glanced at the rings resting on the fingers of the two young witches. He had hoped that the article in the Daily Prophet had been misinformed, but it would appear that there was more truth in the article than he had been led to believe. Sirius Black was obviously withholding information from the self-proclaimed Leader of the Light. The old man had been blindsided by the discovery of young Harry's recent changes, and many of the plans that he had made for the coming years would have to be tossed aside. With the most grandfatherly smile that he could muster, the headmaster asked the girls for their opinions on the matter.

"Harry, is this something that the two of you agree with?" the headmaster inquired as he boldly stared into her eyes. "You can still get to know each other from the comfort of the dorms."

"This is something that we have already agreed on, Professor," Harry declared. "If anything should change in the future, we will let our head of house know at that time."

Harry still wasn't happy with the old man. The young witch was angry that she had been forced to return to the Dursleys after every school year and felt that the greatest wizard of the era should have noticed the hell that she was forced to live in. She had her own suspicions that Dumbledore knew what was going on at Privet Drive and that the man was making a conscious decision to keep her there. Sirius agreed with her on this topic, and the two had decided that Dumbledore was not to be trusted until he chose to share with them his reasons for leaving Harry with the abusive family.

"Ms. Granger?" the wizard asked the brightest witch of her age. "Are you of the same opinion?"

"It's Mrs. Potter, actually, headmaster," she corrected the man. "But yes, we have each agreed to these alternate arrangements."

"So be it," Dumbledore wearily replied. "Prof. McGonagall, If you could please show them to their new quarters. Flopsy?"

"Yes, headmaster?" asked a house elf as he popped in.

"Please prepare the betrothal quarters nearest Gryffindor Tower for use," the wizard commanded. "Young Mr. Black and the Misses. Potter will be utilizing its rooms for the remainder of their stay at Hogwarts."

"Right away, headmaster sir!" the elf happily exclaimed at the opportunity of more work. "It will be ready by the time you arrive!"

"Thank you, Flopsy," Harry said to the elf as if he popped away with a smile.

"Well," the headmaster sighed as he appeared to have suddenly aged at the evening's revelations, "if there is nothing else, I bid you all good night. Prof. McGonagall."

At his dismissal, the students and professor headed for the new accommodations. Their new abode was just down the hall from the portrait of the fat lady, hidden behind the statue of a griffin.

"Lionel," Prof. McGonagall said to the statue. "These three students will be using your quarters for the remainder of the year. The password will be "Unity"."

"At your command, Deputy Head," the statue intoned.

"Welcome to Gryffindor, Mr. Black," the Scottish witch sighed. "Take care of these two. They always find themselves in some situation or other."

"Don't I know it," Regulus quipped as both girls smacked him upside the back of his head.

"Oi!" he shouted out in indignation. "What did I do?"

The three witches laughed at his behavior before parting for the night. The three Gryffs entered through the entryway of their new quarters and admired their new surroundings. Inside was a smaller version of the Gryffindor common room and a set of stairs that led them to two separate rooms, each with its own king-sized bed. Their trunks were already set aside in each room, with the girls on the left and Regulus on the right.

The two witches gave Regulus a hug and told him goodnight before heading towards their new room. They were both tired after the excitement of the day and were ready to fall asleep in the other's arms.

"Harry," Hermione asked Harry. "Did your ring heat up when Dumbledore looked into your eyes?"

"It did," Harry answered with a frown. "If it happens again, I say we let Sirius know. What he was trying to do can't be legal. Not even in a world as backward as this one."

The two teens wrapped their arms around each other and snuggled close before finally falling asleep in the warmth of their new bed. Harry was going to enjoy sharing a room with Hermione this year as she had always slept alone in the past. These new arrangements were bound to provide for many interesting nights.