A/N: For being so amazing, I wrote you lovelies an early chapter. Thank you guys so much for the positive responses and whatnot. It makes my day whenever I see any new follow, favorite, or review on this. I love you all so much.
In this chapter, Harry meets a few new.. allies. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Everything goes to the lovely JK Rowling.

Harry slowly came to as he heard voices and vibrations that carried down the hall of the train.

He stretched his legs luxuriously, each movement deliberate, and opened his emerald eyes. Harry was greeted to the sight of a wonderfully still-empty compartment save for his luggage and himself. The sun was now freely shining through the window and the chill of the morning had worn off considerably.

Harry stood up and raised his arms above his head, stretching with the grace of a dancer, and peaked outside his compartment.

There were throngs of students piling into compartments and socializing with their friends, renewed excitement on each of their young faces.

Harry sighed and vanished back into his own compartment before anyone could notice him, taking out a novel on the subject of Arithmacy. He settled into his comfortable seat by the window, finally relaxing. He fell into the comforting and familiar rhythm of equations and numbers, humming in a quiet contentment. For the second time that morning, Harry drifted off into a lovely nap.

Draco Malfoy cursed mentally as he boarded the gigantic and steaming Hogwarts Express after bidding farewell to his parents, students hanging out of the windows and bustling into compartments alike.

He scowled in distaste. He has to go look for his friends' compartment.

Draco's parents had charmed his trunk to float behind him as he walked into the very long corridor.

The blond started down the aisle, a sigh escaping his lips.

Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe had all settled comfortably into one compartment of the Hogwarts Express, waiting patiently for the train to depart the Platform.

"I wonder where Draco had wandered to. He should be here already," Pansy remarked, her head tilted back onto the headrest and her arms folded behind her head.

Before Blaise could make a sarcastic comment, the glass door of the compartment slid open to reveal an irritated and scowling Draco Malfoy.

He took in the seating arrangements. Pansy, Daphne, Vince, and Greg sat on the right row while Theo and Blaise occupied the row opposite.

Draco floated his trunk up to the others, taking a seat next to Blaise.

Blaise grinned at him, his dark blue eyes teasing.

"Welcome. Difficulties?"

Draco narrowed his silver eyes at him.

"Shut it, Zabini."

Blaise chuckled but complied.

Finally, the train slowly started moving.

"Ah, finally," Pansy said, closing her eyes.

Theo nodded in agreement, yet his thoughts were elsewhere.

"Draco, did you happen to see Harry at all while you were boarding?" Daphne asked, her clear and light green eyes focused on the heir.

He raised his eyebrows at her, a smirk twisting on his lips.

"Does someone have a little crush?" he asked teasingly.

Daphne's face turned a light shade of pink.

"N-no! I was just wondering, is all."

Theo stood up, his light brown eyes concerned.

"I think I'm going to go find him."

Draco stood up as well, stretching.

"I'll come along. I hate sitting for long periods of time."

Blaise followed suit, grinning and giving a wink.

"I'll come along to find my lover boy."

Pansy smirked yet leaned back and closed her eyes once again. Daphne laughed and leaned her head on Pansy's shoulder as she picked up her book and started to read.

Damon, after receiving loving hugs and kisses from his parents, quickly found Ron and Neville as they were boarding the Hogwarts Express.

"Bloody hell! All of the compartments are most likely filled," Ron grumbled, sourly attempting to drag his trunk behind him as they stepped into the long corridor.

"We could just peek in and see?" Neville suggested hesitantly as he struggled with his own luggage.

Damon sighed heavily but complied as they took off in search of a free compartment.

Fruitlessly, they reached the very back quickly. All of the compartments were filled!

Damon finally looked to the very last compartment to his right.

Inside, Harry slumbered quietly on the seat next to the window, his head rested gracefully on his own outstretched palm.

Damon motioned with his head to his other two friends to Harry.

As Ron realized who was in the compartment, he groaned loudly.

"I am not sharing a compartment with him of all people!"

Damon gave him a pointed look.

"Ron, that is the only compartment that is not full! Plus, you don't even have to talk to him."

Neville looked fearfully in Harry's direction, even though he was unconscious.

Damon heaved a sigh.

"Guys! We don't have a choice. Just ignore him! Merlin, if you don't think you can handle it then go sit with someone else." Damon stated bluntly, casting one look at the two of them before sliding the glass door open quietly and slipping in.

Ron and Neville shared a startled look before reluctantly following suit, although a lot less graceful.

The three shot cautious glances at the sleeping raven, his breathing soft and even. Merlin, he even looked.. at peace. Like a regular First Year.

Damon took a seat on the same side as Harry as the other two struggled with putting their luggage on the trunk storage above their heads.

As Ron caused a fairly loud 'thump'ing noise, Harry's emerald eyes shot open.

The look of peace was gone, replaced with both disgust and alarm as he took in just who had dsiturbed his peaceful slumber.

"H-hello, Harry," Damon said hesitantly.

Harry whipped his head in his direction, an emotionless expression replacing the disgust.

"Damon," Harry stated, his eyes narrowed,"why is it that you assumed this compartment was open to you and your useless friends?"

Damon flinched at the comment. Harry's eyes softened considerably.

"You, of course, are always welcome. That invitation is not open to these.. idiots."

Ron's face was scarlet by this time.

"Bloody hell, Damon, you tell us to tolerate your brother yet why doesn't he have to do the same?! I am bloody sick of being insulted by this Death Eater in Training!" Ron burst out, seething and glaring daggers at Harry.

Harry gave a sharp-toothed smile, looking at Ron like he was prey, and answered,"I don't have to listen to Damon because I don't need Damon's approval. You, however, are on a lower level and have to follow Damon around like a lost, helpless puppy."

Ron looked about to tear about Harry's throat.

"You're such an arrogant-"

The compartment door slid open, revealing three students.

"-Death Eater who will probably end up dead by Seventh Year. I actually hope You-Know-Who Crucio's you!"

Draco Malfoy, Theo Nott, and Blaise Zabini all stood in the doorway, still as stone and all staring at Ron.

Draco, Theo, and Blaise combed the train for Harry, beginning to become doubtful that he was even on the train.

"Salazar, where is that Harry?" Blaise murmured, peeking in another compartment to no avail.

The three were coming upon the very end of the train, nearing the last few compartments.

Theo, after reaching the end, looked to the last compartment.

Making a humming sound, he slid the door open triumphantly. Inside, Ron was furiously glaring at Harry as he finished an insult.

"-Death Eater who will probably end up dead by Seventh Year. I actually hope You-Know-Who Crucio's you!"

Draco, Theo, and Blaise all stood completely still, staring at the scarlet ginger.

All of the blood drained from Neville's face and Damon just looked in shock at Ron.

Harry, however, just raised an elegant eyebrow and turned his attention to the silent soon-to-be Slytherins that had entered.

"Greetings, Draco, Theo, and Blaise," he gave a mocking flirtatious wink at Blaise.

Theo swallowed and cast a look of disdain at Damon and his friends.

"Hello, Harry. We have been searching for you. Salazar, did you have to pick the very last compartment?" Theo asked, smiling at his best friend.

Harry gave a small chuckle.

"You should know me by now, Theo."

Blaise went over and sat on Harry's lap, his hand going to Harry's hair as he curled a tendril around his finger and giving a sultry smile.

Draco smirked and pushed a mocking Blaise, helping Harry stand from his seat.

"Come join us, Harry. Everyone is waiting for us back at the other compartment. Surely you don't want to stay here with these.. Gryffindorks, for lack of a better term." Draco remarked, raising an eyebrow.

A smirk curled the corner of his mouth as he gave a respectful bow.

"I would be honored."

Blaise, recovering from the push, gave a smile.

"Slytherins must stick together, after all."

A warmth unfurled in his stomach at the words. It meant they were really accepting him completely.

Damon, however, gave a glare towards Blaise.

"My brother will not be a Slytherin! He is not one of you!" he shouted.

Draco sneered at Damon.

"In denial, are you? You should accept it already. It will make it a lot easier than while we're in the Sorting Ceremony and you end up bawling."

Damon dug his fingers into the material of the seats, anger coursing through his veins.

Harry cast a look at Damon, his emerald eyes soft.

"Damon, I will see you at Hogwarts. Don't cause trouble, brother."

Damon reluctantly nodded, feeling somewhat betrayed yet knowing Harry didn't mean any harm on him.

Harry levitated his trunk from the designated area and followed his friends out, leaving Damon and the other two behind.

Sliding open the glass door, Harry was greeted with a series of friendly greetings and comments.

"About time, Harry. You should know you're always welcome," Pansy remarked as soon as she saw him, a small smirk on her lips.

Harry smiled at Daphne and Pansy.

"Stop acting like a stranger, Potter. Sit down."

After greeting Greg and Vincent, Harry sat on one of the middle seats between Draco and Blaise.

"I see you found your lover boy, Blaise." Daphne teased, her light green eyes clear and sparkling with humor.

Harry and Blaise cast mocking lust-filled glances at each other, inciting peels of laughter from the other people in the compartment.

"Oh yes. I was just waiting for my knight in shining armor to come rescue me out of the evil clutches of my brother and his idiotic friends," Harry said, exaggeratedly placing both hands over his heart and swooning into a grinning Blaise's arms.

Everyone, save for Greg and Vincent, laughed.

As the trip wore on, Harry began to grow restless, oddly. He had been confined to his room for hours on end yet he has the urge to move in a compartment for barely a few hours?

Harry stood up, causing Theo to frown at him slightly from his conversation with Pansy and Draco.

"Where are you going, Harry?"

Harry tried to give a reassuring smile, knowing he failed only when Theo's eyes became narrowed slits.

"I'm going to take a walk. I'm getting a bit claustrophobic."

Theo stared at him for a few moments longer, both his and Harry's eyes locked in silent communication.

Finally, Theo turned away.

"Don't be too long."

Harry slipped out of the compartment and into the long corridor, relief pouring into him as he had more space to move.

Considering he was outside anyway, Harry decided to scope out the famed sweet trolley.

He approached the trolley and the woman who was controlling it, a polite mask sculpted carefully on his face.

The woman turned around and gave him a sunny smile.

"What is it you'd like, dear?"

"Hello, Madam. May I have eight chocolate frogs, five licorice wands, six fizzing whizbees, nine sugar quills, and four cockroach clusters?" He gave a charming smile.

The woman gave a nod, most likely used to the large orders, and promptly retrieved his treats.

"Buying for your compartment. Sweet lad, you are." The woman said, smiling as she accepted his money.

Harry was surprised. No one had called him sweet before. Ever.

"Thank you, Madam." He said, giving a small smile and slipping away.

As Harry focused on balancing all of the sweets in his arms in an ordered fashion, Harry didn't notice when a compartment in front of him slid open to reveal two tall, lanky Third Years.

The first thing Harry noticed when he looked up was the two boys were identical twins, perfect mirrors of each other.

They had locks of dark red that were long enough that it brushed the top of their eyes and the back of their necks.

Their faces were handsomely warm and charming, their dark brown eyes sparkling mischievously. The twins' were about 5'8, suitably lanky and not at all gangly.

Harry knew exactly who he had the wonderful luck to run in to.

Fred and George Weasley, brothers of Ron Weasley and part of the never-ending Weasley clan.

The twins had stopped their conversation to stare at Harry, perfectly mirroring looks of surprise and recognition fixing on their faces.

Harry's emotionless mask had not slipped, thankfully, as he returned the twins' stares.

"Greetings."

The twins looked at each other for a few moments and then both gave a nod, as if they had communicated silently and agreed upon a decision.

They both held out a hand and suddenly gave Harry wide, wicked grins.

"Hi. I'm Fred."

"And I'm George."

Harry was taken aback for a moment before shaking both of their hands, one at a time.

"My name is-" Harry began.

"Harry-" George cut in.

"-Potter." Fred finished.

Harry peered curiously at the twins, his green eyes searching for a trace of resentment.

"Yes," Harry said slowly, as if figuring out his words carefully,"that is correct."

The twins nodded and just stared at Harry.

"We get the pleasure about hearing from you from our wonderful little brother ickle Ronnie-kins and our mother and father." Fred said, an eyebrow raised.

"You are quite a topic in our household, Harry Potter." George remarked, smiling.

Harry, uncomfortable with the twins' unblinking gazes, attempted to end the conversation.

"Ah, well that is unfortunate for me to be such a topic to the very people who despise me so," Harry remarked dryly.

Fred and George both threw their heads back and laughed.

"You actually-"

"-interest us, Harry-"

"-despite our family's-"

"-opinion of you."

Harry gave a smirk at that, his emerald eyes alight with private mirth.

"Are you sure that is such a great idea? I really am not in the mood for the rest of your family to come after me claiming I am corrupting you two with Darkness or whatever hallucination they conjure up."

Fred and George raised their eyebrows at this, clearly curious.

"Ickle Ronnie-kins says you are a Dark wizard or is on the path to being one-"

"-Is that true?"

Harry raised a single eyebrow.

"If someone had asked you if you were Dark, what would you respond with?"

Fred gave a smirk, surprising Harry.

"I now can see why you have gotten Ron's panties in a twist."

George shot a quizzical look at his brother, as if by reading the twin's expression he could read his thoughts as well.

"Yes, you are quite.. snarky." George agreed, both twins assessing him with the gazes of

Harry stared back.

"I have heard of you two also from Damon. He had described you two as.. annoying, per say. He would complain about how you two always messed with him and Damon because of their age and the way First Years acted, apparently. Why are you not treating me that way?"

George answered this time.

"Well, Harry, the first time we had heard Ron's accusations and complaints, we had taken interest. You see, you do not act like a First Year. You're quite more.. mature, and therefore, enjoyable. We have not met anyone like you before, Harry Potter."

Harry shrugged, feigning disinterest.

"I see. Well, Fred and George Weasley, you have successfully convinced me that not all Weasleys are bloody idiots. Congratulations."

Before the two could react, Harry cut around them smoothly and continued his way, the twins looking after him in both shock and.. pleasure.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! What do you guys think of Fred and George? Leave a review or PM me or something. Thank you for reading!