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Harry dragged his case along through the train looking in some of the compartments for his friends. He had come across a couple of older students so far, but none that he recognized so he kept on walking.

As he neared the front of the train close to the spot that he had sat last year, he heard two people talking in one of the compartments. From the sound of the voices it sounded like a boy and a girl. Harry knocked on the door, and it opened to reveal his two friends.

"Harry!" they both yelled at seeing their friend. They got up from their seats and went to hug him.

"It's nice to see you both too," Harry said as he was being crushed by the two of them.

"It feels like it's been so long," Hermione said.

"Yeah mate," Neville added. "Why didn't you write back to our letters?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," Hermione said. "We both wrote to each other but when we wrote to you we never got any replies."

"About that," Harry said as he rubbed the back of his head. "You see I didn't find out until a few days ago, but there was this house elf named Dobby who had been stealing my mail."

"Why would a house elf do that?" Neville asked.

"He said that he didn't want me going back to school this year," Harry told him. "He thought that if I believed that you guys weren't writing to me that I wouldn't want to go back."

"What even is a house elf?" Hermione asked unfamiliar with the term. "And why didn't he want you going back to school?"

Neville answered the first part of Hermione's question. "House elves are creatures that serve a wizard and family, they do anything that's asked of them. My family has one actually."

Harry was shocked at what Neville had to say. From what he saw of Dobby he got the impression that House Elves were more or less slaves. The idea that someone as nice and kind as Neville would have one in his family would have never even crossed his mind. Was Neville's elf treated as poorly as Dobby? Harry would like to think not. Perhaps Dobby's case of abuse and neglect had been an isolated one.

"So why did this one not want you to come to school Harry?" Hermione asked again.

"Oh right well he said that terrible things were about to happen this year, and that he didn't want me going back because he didn't want anything to happen to me," Harry summarized.

"What kind of things?" Neville asked clearly not liking what the elf had to say.

"He wouldn't say," Harry said. "The only thing that he did mention was something about a diary."

"What do you think that means?" asked a confused Neville.

"No idea," Harry admitted truthfully. "But I doubt anything will happen with our new teachers being here."

"What do you mean by that?" Hermione asked. "Do you know who the new teachers are?"

"I do," Harry said.

"Well who are they? Have we heard about them before?"

Harry had written a letter before telling them who both of the new teachers were going to be, but with Dobby stealing his mail they wouldn't know. He was planning on sending them the letter again, but he figured it would be much funnier to see their faces at the start of term feast.

"You have heard of them Hermione," Harry told her, "but I'm not telling you who they are."

"What why not?"

"I just figure it'll be funnier when you see for yourself."

"Are you pulling some kind of prank?" Hermione asked skeptically.

"No prank," Harry said. "I just figure you'll be pleasantly surprised that's all."

As the three continued to talk and the time counted down for the train to leave the station Harry looked out the window to see Ron and his very large family come rushing in through the barrier that divided the two worlds. They seemed to be in very much of a hurry this year, as the five redheaded siblings quickly hopped aboard the train right as the whistle blew signaling that the train was about to leave.

A few moments later they heard a knock on their compartment door. Hermione opened it to reveal the redheaded girl who had just boarded the train. "Sorry," she said. "I didn't know if anyone was sitting here or not-," she trailed off as she saw Harry sitting there. The girls eyes seemed to widen in shock as she slowly began to back away from the compartment and then suddenly leave.

Before Harry could ask what that was all about two tall redheaded twins came to lean against their compartment door. "Looks like you lot got to meet our little sister Ginny," Fred said. At least Harry thought it was Fred.

"Yeah bit of a surprise seeing her shut up that fast," George added. "We wondered what could possible make her act that way, and sure enough it was you Harry."

"Me?" Harry asked.

"Yeah looks like you got have a way with women because she wouldn't stop talking about you for the entire summer."

"She was?" Harry asked again. He was getting the impression that this Ginny was a fan-girl of sorts.

"Oh yeah," George said. "She kept going on and on about how she finally got to go to school with you and what not."

"Wouldn't be surprised if there's a Harry Potter fan club by the end of the first week," Fred said.

The twins shared a laugh with each other and promised to see the three around school as they left to go find a compartment with one of their friends in it.

The three sat in relative peace until a certain blonde bigot and his two boulder bodyguards came to disrupt them. "Looking forward to the upcoming semester mudblood?" Malfoy taunted.

"I am actually," Hermione said keeping her cool. "It will be fun to beat you in all of our classes again."

Malfoy just narrowed his eyes at her. "You think you're so smart don't you?"

"I don't think I know," Hermione said still in a cool tone.

"You better watch yourself this year," Malfoy said. "Things are changing and I just hope you get caught up in it."

"Let me guess," Harry said, "when you say change do you mean that you're actually going to fight your own battles instead of hiding behind your friends and your father's name?"

"You should watch out too Potter," Malfoy spat. "Halfblood scum are just almost as bad as mudbloods, and after this year everyone will realize that Hogwarts is a school just for the elite. Come on boys lets not sully ourselves in this company."

As Malfoy left Harry could not help but to think that what the boy just said was very similar to what Dobby had warned him about. Could the Malfoy's be the family that Dobby served? It wasn't that hard to believe he supposed. They were rich and bigoted, he wouldn't put it past them to treat their servant like a slave. He would have to tell either Esdeath or write a letter to Najenda about this. If they really were planning to take our corruption in the Ministry then it was clear that the Malfoy's would defiantly be on their hit list.

As the train pulled up to Hogsmead station hours later the students began to file out and make their way to the carriages. The familiar shape of Hagrid waving his lantern in the distance signaled for the first years to follow him to the boats near the lake.

What Harry noticed about the carriages was that no one seemed to be paying any attention to the strange horse like creatures that pulled them. "What are you staring at Harry?" Hermione asked.

"The things pulling the carriages," Harry answered, not really sure how Hermione could miss the giant horse like thing with leathery bats wings.

"Nothing is pulling the carriage," Hermione told him. "It just pulls itself."

Deciding not to argue with her Harry just shrugged as he boarded a carriage with his friends. He would just have to ask someone about these creatures later.

The carriages pulled up to the front of the castle and came to a halt, letting the students climb out and into the castle, where they were met by Professor McGonagall. "We will begin the feast once the first years have arrived and been sorted," she told the assembled student body. "In the mean time all of you head to your assigned tables and welcome the new students into their houses."

With that said McGonagall opened the doors to the great hall and allowed the students to file into their respected tables. As Harry took his seat next to Neville and looked up towards the staff table. Sure enough there they sat dressed in their usual attire, not even bothering to wear the robes that were common amongst wizards were Ran and Esdeath. Harry looked towards Hermione and by the look of it she had seen them as well, since she was covering her mouth, perhaps to stop herself from shouting out in excitement.

As everyone became situated McGonagall brought the stool and the sorting hat to the front of the tables. Now the only thing left was for the students to be sorted. Not a moment later there was a knock on the great halls doors signaling that Hagrid had arrived with the first years.

The doors opened to let in a bunch of rather nervous looking eleven year olds. As the students continued to file in the hat began to sing its song. If Harry remembered correctly this song was different than the one it sang last year, when he was sorted. It must come up with a new one every year, Harry concluded.

Harry saw an excited looking boy holding a camera get sorted into Gryffindor, a girl with silvery hair get and a dreamy expression on her face get sorted into Ravenclaw, a blonde boy with a rather stuck up air to him was put into hufflepuff, while Ron's sister Ginny was sorted into Gryffindor.

"Now that we have all been sorted," Dumbledore began as stood from his chair at the head of the staff table, "I must go over a few last minute announcements before we begin our feast. Firstly the forbidden forest is forbidden to any and all students. Secondly there is to be no magic in the corridors, and all students should be in bed by curfew. Lastly please join me in welcoming our two new professors this year, Professor Ran who will be taking over Muggle Studies to those third year and above who will be attending his class."

Ran stood from his seat and gave a small bow. Harry noticed that many of the girls were looking at him very dreamily and a few even let out small sighs, Hermione being one of them.

"And taking over Defense Against the Dark Arts we have Professor Esdeath," Dumbledore said sounding very reluctant to admit that she was a teacher here. Esdeath stood the same as Ran and also gave a small bow. The male population gave her a very loud applause with a standing ovation, there was even a wolf whistle from somewhere along the Gryffindor table. Even Malfoy was clapping, and he knew absolutely nothing about her. Harry couldn't wait for him to get punished which was sure to happen.

Despite the applause she was getting Esdeath looked very bored. There wasn't a doubt in Harry's mind that she would be punishing quite a few boys this year for whatever the reason may be.

Up at the staff table Esdeath watched as the wizards began to stuff their faces with the food that had magically appeared on their plates, eating like they had been starved their entire lives. One boy with red hair at the red and gold table was basically inhaling food left and right.

They were pathetic in her opinion. They eat like nobles and they have the pudgy bodies to show for it. People have to burn what fat they take in. she saw that many of these wizards were out of shape, either too skinny or too fat. There were some who looked to be fit, perhaps from playing a sport, but aside from that they would all fail in a physical test.

Harry was probably the only one who was in prime physical condition for a boy his age. With training form Wave and Tatsumi the boy could easily beat anyone of these weaklings in a hand to hand fight. No doubt these wizards were over reliant on their magic.

As she looked over the student body the teacher sitting next to her turned to talk with her. "Congratulations," the man drawled, "on getting the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It is a position that is not to be taken for the faint of heart."

"I don't believe we've met Professor…" Esdeath let the sentence hang.

"Snape."

"Ah yes I have heard of you. You teach potions correct?"

"Indeed."

"From what Harry has said in his letters you appear to be quite proficient in what you do," Esdeath told him. "A bit strict, but still proficient."

"Aw so you are one of the ones who took the boy in," Snape said.

"I am."

"Hm," Snape said as he took a sip from his goblet. "Seeing as that you are close with the boy I recommend that you don't let your personal feelings get in the way of your teaching."

"I could say the same for you," Esdeath said as she too took a sip from her goblet.

"I beg your pardon?" Snape asked sounding indignant.

"You can beg all you like that doesn't mean anything to me," Esdeath told him. "But Harry has said in his letters that you seem to single him out more than anyone else in your classes. Care to explain?"

"I'm just making sure fame has not gotten to the boys head," Snape said as he narrowed his eyes at her. "Being raised in a palace can have that effect on a child. Their egos should be kept in check."

"If we're on the subject of inflated egos how about we talk about a certain blonde pureblood in your house?" Esdeath asked.

"If you are referring to Mr. Malfoy just know that he is-,"

"A spoiled brat in every sense of the word?" Esdeath cut him off. "I can assure you Professor Snape that this year there are going to be changes made. Every student no matter how pure their blood is will be treated the same as every other, and I almost have it within myself to feel pity for those who think differently." With that said she turned back to her meal. It really was quite delicious.