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Chapter Four: A Train & A Sorting

Hermione still looked worried but seemed to calm down a little. "I need get back to helping a boy named Neville find his toad…." she said as she stood and headed for the door of the compartment.

"See you later then…" Jon said politely as Hermione left.

Well, that answered one of Jon's questions. If Hermione was helping Neville find his toad Trevor, then this must be their first year at Hogwarts. That would make them eleven years old. Was Jon eleven now too? He regarded his reflection in the glass of the window next to him. He still looked the same. He still had the same piercing icy blue eyes that some said allowed him to peer directly into a person's soul, they also made even the most resolute individual shudder as if a freezing wind had suddenly picked up, he had the same light brown hair, a good complexion, and an athletic build. He was exactly the same as he remembered, but something about his reflection still bothered him. It took him a moment to figure out what exactly was bothering him about his reflection. He was eleven! Still, something felt wrong to him. He looked down at his hands and stared at them intently. His eyes moved past his fingers, over the backs of his hands, past his wrists and up his forearms. Nothing. He turned his hands over so that he could see his palms. Still nothing. He saw nothing wrong, no marks, no wounds, nothing new aside from being a little younger. Oh well, he decided to figure it out later. For now, all he wanted to do was get to know Harry and Ron. Not that he really needed to get to know them. He already knew them of course. He had read all six of Jo's current books concerning the adventures of these three friends.

"The trio is now a quartet. Use the friendship well," Jo's voice said in his mind.

So, from the information Jo had given him, it seemed like the story was being re-written from the inside. That must mean there was something out of place that was causing what ever changes were occurring. Would that something be a person? Was it a creature? Or maybe it was a ghost? It could even be something else. Jon would just have to wait and see. Until he knew for sue what was causing the problem and what sort of things were changing, he would have to keep his eyes open. Of course, his own presence her would undoubtedly change things, so he would have to learn how to tell the difference between a change caused by him, and a change caused by who ever, or whatever else was around that had no reason for being in the story.

Jon sat silently on the seat across from Harry and Ron, who were working their way through the large pile of sweets. Then right on cue, Malfoy and his two cronies appeared in the doorway. Jon rolled his eyes slightly. This was going to get a little tiresome. He knew how the story went. He knew what would happen and when. He supposed he would just have to get used to it. Malfoy asked if Harry was who people on the train said he was, drawing the affirmative response from Harry. The he asked about the sweets, causing Ron and Harry to jump up. To avoid any suspicion on his part, Jon jumped up too, seeming to take Harry and Ron's side of the fight. Now it was three-on-three instead of the two-on-three that it had originally been in the book, something that was unavoidable.

Even though he knew Goyle would reach for the sweets and be bitten by Scabbers (who Jon knew was really Peter Pettigrew), Jon felt himself reaching into his pocket for something. His hand wrapped itself around a piece of wood and he withdrew his hand from his pocket, a wand clutched in its grasp. He had no idea what had made him do that. It was something he would not have done knowing he was here to return the story to its original state, so pulling out a wand and attacking the three bullies would be a rather stupid thing for him to do. Goyle reached for the sweets and screamed. Withdrawing his hand from the pile, they could see Scabbers attached to his knuckle.

Goyle screamed and shook his hand violently freeing Scabbers from his hand and the three bullies ran from the compartment just as Hermione was coming back down the corridor to tell them to get changed because they were nearly at Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, and Jon quickly changed into their school robes as the train slowed to a halt at Hogsmeade Station. They disembarked and headed in the direction of Hagrid's booming voice. They cambered into a boat, followed by Hermione. Neville, instead of being in the boat with Harry, Ron, and Hermione got into a boat with a boy Jon didn't recognize. Then with a lurch the boats took of toward the castle, stopping at the underground harbor. They climbed carefully out of the boats and headed toward the large wooden doors where they met Professor McGonagall. McGonagall led them to the waiting area before the sorting. Hermione was talking rather quickly as expected, Harry was flattening his hair. Everything seemed alright. Nothing seemed to have been changed so far. Well, nothing besides his own presence here among these fictional characters.

McGonagall came to collect them shortly and placed the stool and Sorting Hat before them. Then she unrolled a piece of parchment and started calling out the names of the students. Hannah Abbot became a Hufflepuff student, as did Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchly. Millicent Bulstrode went to Slytherin, as did Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. So far everything had happened the way it should have and Jon was beginning to wonder what exactly he was doing in this world. Nothing had been changed as far as he could tell. Had Jo made a mistake? Was he here for no reason? He waited patiently as he watched Hermione become a Gryffindor. Little did he know what was going to happen next. If he had, maybe he wouldn't have yelled so loudly.

"Granger, Jonathan!" McGonagall said looking expectantly at Jon.

"Bloody Hell!" Jon shouted as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he toppled over backward. He was Hermione's twin brother! He lay there in front of all the other students and staff, muttering to himself.

"It can't be….. No….. That's not my name…. My name isn't Granger…." He heard several screams that seemed rather distant. Then several faces appeared before his. McGonagall's, Harry's, Ron's, and Hermione's.

"Don't be such a prat! You're not being funny Jon. Nobody is going to believe you've gone crazy and don't know who you are. Get up and stop being stupid!" Hermione hissed at him.

Jon saw images float before his eyes again. Images of himself growing up with Hermione and her parents. He saw birthday parties, Christmases, vacations and he saw two letters from Hogwarts. One for Hermione Jane Granger, and one for Jonathan Alexander Granger. So he was Hermione's twin brother. That seemed odd to him. Had he inherited her obsession with books? He searched his memory and found several memories of the two of them sharing books and he had a feeling of excitement when a memory of a bookstore floated to the forefront of his mind. Evidently, he was just as much of a bookworm as Hermione was. Possibly even more so. He would just have to wait and see. After being badgered by Hermione, and asked repeatedly if he was alright by McGonagall, Jon nodded and slowly made his way to his feet. He walked to the stool and jammed the Sorting Hat on his head, Hermione glaring at him and threatening to write home to mum and dad about his idiotic behavior even though he was her older brother.

The hat spoke quietly in his ear. "A twin eh? Much like your sister. A bookworm. A thirst to protect those around you. But which house do you belong in? Definitely not in Slytherin. Nor would Hufflepuff be a good choice for a mind like yours. So it's either Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor for you. Which would be better? You have a great mind and are a studious person, so Ravenclaw would be a good bet, however, I sense a longing to be with your sister and your two new friends. If that is truly where you want to be….. you belong in GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted the last word to the entire school and as Jon pulled the hat from his head, he could see Hermione jumping up and down with a happy expression on her face. Jon made his way off the steps and took a seat next to Hermione, who congratulated him enthusiastically.

"Way to go Jon! I knew we'd be in the same house! I just knew it! We're inseparable after all."

Jon smiled warmly. "Thanks sis! I hoped we'd be in the same house. It just wouldn't feel right being in a different house than you. You are the smarter one, and I wouldn't want to compete against you for the House Cup." Hermione blushed slightly at his words of praise and admiration. They were soon joined by Harry and Ron, who sat on Jon's other side with large grins on their faces.

The Weasley twins leaned across the table and smiled at Jon. "That crazy bit you did when they called your name was great!" George said.

"Hilarious! I think I broke a rib laughing." Fred agreed.

Jon smiled at the twins and shrugged. He hadn't meant it to be funny. He had been so shocked that his last name had been changed to Granger that he'd nearly fainted. At least if everyone thought it had been a prank, he wouldn't be the crazy kid. Hermione scowled at the twins and gave Jon a disapproving look as if she were still trying to decide whether she was going to write home or not.