I am so sorry for the late update, but I just haven't had the inspiration to write anything lately, but I'm determined to update at least one more story before I go back to school next week. I tried to make this chapter longer, but I couldn't write any more, so this is all you get. Sorry.

Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 4

Hermione Granger watched in shock as one of her best friends, Harry Potter, moved slowly towards the three people moving towards him from the other three tables. Apart from Harry, there was one other boy, and two girls.

Looking at them, Hermione almost gasped at the similarities she saw between the four of them after a bit more inspection.

Harry was a bit short of average height for his 14 years of age, with his brilliant forest green eyes and his chin length messy black hair. He had the aristocratic features from his pure blood father, and was slender, obviously having inherited his mothers bone structure. He was dressed in the standard Hogwarts uniform - a white button down shirt, a dark grey jumper over the top, matching trousers and slightly scuffed black shoes. He had his black robe on over the top, fastened slightly with a silver clip. His red and gold stripped tie was loose, and he had a silver chained necklace just showing around his neck. As his best friend, Hermione could say he was gorgeous.

The other boy was tall. Hermione put him around the age of seventeen, and was broad-shouldered and generally muscled. He had light blue hair that was cut neatly to his ears. His eyes were blue - Hermione couldn't tell if they were light or dark, they were simply blue. But what really shocked her, was the similarities. She knew that most purebloods shared some blood somewhere in the long line of ancestors, but this was shocking. He had the same chin, the same nose and the same shaped eyes as Harry. Their skin was also the exact same shade - a light tan, that was obviously natural. As close to each other as they were getting, it was obvious that they were rather closely related - cousins probably, she guessed. He was wearing the standard uniform of Durmstrang, the dark clothes fitting his form perfectly.

But that didn't explain the two girls.

The older girl was around sixteen, and absolutely beautiful. She had long, light chestnut-brown hair falling to her waist in natural curls, and Hermione couldn't help but feel jealous at the girls perfect hour-glass figure. Her eyes were a perfect match to her eyes, and even from where Hermione was standing, she could see the wise, gentle look in them. She, too had the natural tan complexion, as well as the same facial structure as the boys, if feminine instead of the males masculine features. She moved with more grace then Hermione could ever hope to have, and the elegant blue dress robes only enhanced her beauty.

The second girl was less beautiful than the older girl and less attention demanding than the boy, as well as less powerful in aura as Harry, but was perhaps the most striking of all of them. She was shorter than both boys and the older girl, and Hermione guessed her to be the age of twelve. The young girl had ash blond hair, falling in loose curls to the girls shoulder blades, though it was held up in a ponytail. She had the same facial structure as the other three, although hers was still slightly fat, having not yet completely shed the baby fat. Her most stunning feature, though, were the bright, electric blue eyes that were quickly flickering from Harry, to the older boy, to the other girl and back again. Dressed in black shorts, a dark green, long sleeved top and a black leather jacket with knee-high, lace up boots, the girl looked rather like an elf.

. . .

Harry could barely breathe as he walked closer to those three people and those three people walked closer to him. He couldn't believe it, but he had to. He could feel their presences, could taste their auras on his tounge. For years, he had been able to sense when any of these three people were in the same room as him, as had they, and now there was no doubt in any of their minds who the other three people were.

As they all stopped, Harry gulped down the lump that suddenly made itself known in his throat. He was standing opposite the tall, blond-haired boy. The older girl stood on his right, whilst the elf-like girl stood on his left.

"Peter"

"Susan"

"Edmund"

"Lucy"

They all sighed, joining hand almost subconsciously. Glancing at each other, they took in the differences and similarities, happy to be reunited at long last.

"We haven't been separated that long, ever."

. . .

Professor Minerva McGonagall, Tranfiguration Professor and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, watched, intruged at the four students standing in the middle of the Great Hall, calling the attention of all those still in the hall. They stood in a square, each of them holding hands, and Harry Potter looked more relaxed than she had ever seen him.

When she heard their whispers of names, she was able to hide her confusion, and when she heard the little girls statement, she knew it was time to intervene and get some answers. Her heels clacking sharply on the stone floors of the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall stalked up to the four students.

"What is going on here?"

All four of them started, turning around sharply. She noticed that all of their hands went were she presumed their wands were hidden. Harry's went to his hip, where she knew he usually kept his wand in one of his pockets. The other boy did the same. The oldest girls hand automatically curled up inside her sleeve, and the youngest child arm disappeared under her jacket as she reached to pull something out behind her back.

"A reunion . . . Professor." The oldest boy said, eyeing her from hed to toe slowly. She noticed that he had stepped forward in front of the other three. "A reunion we will continue in private." He cast his eyes about the wondering faces of the eavesdropping people surrounding them in the Great Hall. "Come."

He walked out of the hall, the other three following, Harry not even looking back to smile or wave at his friends.

Professor McGonagall watched, shocked as they walked out of the Great Hall amid stares and whispers of new gossip for Hogwarts walls.