I'm really trying not to insult anyone's religion. But I apologise in advance if I do.

Harry was leaving for Hogwarts. The thought brought a smile to his face, he was glad to leave the hellhole called Darkness academy. He slammed closed the lid of his trunk, and took one final look around what had been his dorm room for the past three years. Even now, it was spartan and empty, with nothing but the stone, prison like bed, with a worn pillow at its head. Harry hadn't bothered bringing in sheets from home. After all, it wasn't as if they actually got a chance to sleep. Harry pulled out the Portkey James had given him. It was in the form of a bible. How ironic. Harry looked out of the door, towards the hall where the students were gathering for their prayers. The prayers went on till dawn. Anyone who fell asleep would be punished. Harry was practically nocturnal at this point, since the few hours of sleep he and the other students had managed were pulled during classes. Not that teachers actually taught in their classes, though- The Portkey activated in a burst of red light, and Harry's stomach churned at the horrible sensation.

He landed in a heap on the kitchen floor, and could see the blurry figure of James.

Helping him to his feet, James frowned when he got a look at Harry's face.

"Have you been getting sleep lately? You look like a ghost."

Harry was startled for a moment at the sudden show of emotion from his father. Then he remembered that it was September. The months before November were always the best. But he still didn't bother to tell his father the truth. He knew that he wouldn't believe him.

"Just had some studying to do before the finals," he lied. They didn't have finals.

"Well, at least you'll be able to sleep on the Hogwarts train,"

Just then Luka walked in, his Hogwarts trunk held loosely in his fingers. He froze when he saw Harry. Harry's relationship with his brother was a strange one for sure. They didn't quite dislike one another, but they weren't as close as twins were supposed to be.

"Hello, Luka," Harry greeted, deciding to make the first move.

"Harry." Luka nodded.

"That's a rather heavy looking trunk, son." Noted James, glancing at Luka who was noticably sweating under the weight of his trunk.

"I had to get in all of my books, dad," said Luka defensively.

"Books? Who knows, maybe at this rate you'll end up in ravenclaw," James joked. But he was only kidding. Everyone assumed that Harry would end up in Slytherin while Luka was destined for Gryffindor. And knowing their personalities, and the circles each of them hanged out with, Harry didn't blame them. Still, it was rather annoying when everyone already had preconceived notions about you.

"Shall we get going?" James asked, holding out his hands towards the twins.

"Oh no, please tell me we aren't apparating?" Harry groaned, stepping away. He was already sick to his stomach from the portkey, and didn't think he could handle apparating.

"Just suck it up Harry, it can't be that bad," snapped James before he forcibly grabbed Harry's shoulder, making him flinch.

In the end, it really hadn't been all that bad, though Harry had nearly passed out when he'd landed. The loud, intense crowd of platform nine and three quarters probably didn't help. But when James's back was turned, Luka silently passed his twin a vial of pepper up potion, making Harry wonder how much Luka really knew. As they passed through the crowd of staring faces, Harry looked up in awe at the large steam engine with wisps of smoke trailing behind it. Hogwarts Express. He'd been looking forward to this since forever. No abuse. No sleepless nights. Just free, pure magic. They stopped at the end of the platform, where James embraced Luka in a hug. Harry was about to leave, but James stopped him.

"Behave, Harry," James said, with a hand on Harry's shoulder. From anyone else, it would just be an empty warning, but from James, it was a threat.

And Harry didn't react well to threats.

"Behave?" Sneered Harry, "Oh, I promise to keep your dirty little secrets to myself if that's what you mean by behave,"

James flinched, "Harry, you know why you have to keep this to yourself. We've been over it. It's for the greater good,"

"How could abusing me be for the greater good?" Harry said quietly. He turned, and stepped into the train. James didn't call after him. Harry didn't care.

-x-x-x-

Harry entered the compartment at the very end of the train, where he had planned to meet with his friends. Instead, he was meet with the heated sight of Pansy making out with Blaise. They both pulled apart when they saw him, but the damage had been done.

"AAH! My eyes!" Harry groaned dramatically, covering his eyes, "Somebody obliviate this from my mind,"

"Harry, shut up!" Came the unison snaps from the pair.

"What is it? What's going on?" Asked a voice from behind.

Harry spun around to find Draco, with earphones plugged in as always. A vicious grin grew on Harry's face, "They were-"

"I don't think you should finish that sentence, Harry. Unless you want me to tell Draco you know what..." Cut in Pansy, with an expression just as vicious.

Harry froze. "You wouldn't dare."

"I would," said Pansy. Blaise and Draco looked at their exchange with confusion. Neither knew what this secret of Harry's was that Pansy knew.

"We even?" Asked Pansy, her face serious, though her cornflower eyes shone.

Harry both loved and hated that phrase. It was what they'd grown to call 'The quid pro quo exchange.' They used it whenever two of them each had dirt on each other. Pansy knew one of Harry's secrets, and Harry knew one of Pansy's. They were even.

"Yes. We're even," Feeling the need to break the tension, he opened the door to the next empty compartment "C'mon Draco, let's wait in here for Millicent and Daphne. We'll have more room that way," He said, knowing that Pansy and Blaise would want more time to themselves. Pansy nodded a thanks, understanding why he was doing so. Harry just winked back.

Shoving the compartment door closed, Harry set his trunk down, and sat down next to Draco.

"Found anything good recently?" asked Harry, gesturing towards Draco's iPod. Draco unplugged his right earplug and handed it to Harry.

"I found a cool album by this punk rock band called Get Scared. Here, try it."

As the song played, Harry leaned his head again Draco's shoulder and let his tired eyes shutter closed. Draco just wrapped an arm around him. As he world around him faded into unconsciousness, Harry heard something that sounded strangely like, "That Quid pro quo exchange was pointless. I already know this 'secret' you're afraid of me finding out about, Harry..."

How'd you like it? I know I said no romance till fourth year, but I couldnt resist. Was I too obvious about this 'secret'? Too vague? Please review, so I know what to fix. And what house do you think Harry is going to end up in? I've already decided, but that doesn't mean you can't try to guess.

À bientôt!

(That means until next time to all you non french speaking folk)