Disclaimer: I wrote this when I was 12 to 13 in 2003. Harry Potter is hereby © to J.K. Rowling. Everything else is © to me, or its respective owners.

Chapter Sixteen: The Wreckage

The students had gone into their dormitories, and were messily shoving their possessions into their trunks. They ran out of their house towers and were still packing as they ran, trying to close their trunks, not even caring that their clothes were spilling out of the other end of their luggage bags. The whole school spilled out onto the grounds, and the teachers waited, escorting the students to Hogsmeade Station. Only when they arrived, the station that they once remembered, was no more.

"The train! Look at the train! They've wrecked it!" A girl sobbed.

"How're we going to get home?" A boy wondered.

"Everyone, please do not panic. Proceed back to the school and back to your dormitories. The teachers will put up extra safety measures, and we hope that the school can return to normal. You will all be permitted to write owls to your families, but include nothing of our plans in case the letters should be intercepted by dark hands." Dumbledore explained.

Nearly half the school had tears in their eyes. They sadly returned to the school and went back to their dormitories. The only house that didn't seem at all affected by this were the Slytherins. They showed no sign of worry or fear. In fact, they were quite smug about it. Only the Slytherin head boys and girls were concerned. The moment the Slytherins returned, Alyssia and Draco started making announcements.

"You all have to listen! You-Know-Who has come to attack the school! We're all in danger." Alyssia began.

"Because we're Slytherin, the Dark Lord will try to convince us first to join him. We must resist the temptation and stand against him and stay beside Dumbledore." Draco added.

"Malfoy! You shut up! No one cares!" A Slytherin third year shouted.

"Well, you can tell that to me when the Dark Lord kills your parents!" Draco snarled.

"They're on Dumbledore's side! The Malfoys and Feltons!" Pansy shrieked.

"You're not welcome in our dormitory, house, or even near us ever again! Get out! Now! Out! You're through! History! Go join your Gryffindor friends! Go have fun with Potty, Weasel, Mudblood, and the Changs! Just get out of here!" Millicent Bulstrode trilled.

The Slytherins opened the portrait hole, and threw Draco, Alyssia, Tom, Whitney, and baby Mercadez out into the stone hallway, then left for a few minutes and returned carrying four trunks and heaved them out after them, with cages for their owls and everything that belonged to them. Then they shut the portrait hole forcefully, and Pansy's shrill laughter could be heard from the other side.

"LOSERS!" Goyle shouted through the portrait.

Draco started shouting foul insults at his two former bodyguards, including rude words. Whitney gasped.

"Draco! Innocent ears!" Whitney whispered, motioning at Mercadez.

"Right…sorry…" Draco apologized.

"So…we've been kicked out…" Alyssia said, sighing.

"Yeah…this sucks…" Tom replied.

"I guess we should start to go look for Gryffindor Tower…any of you lot remember where it is?" Draco asked.

"No idea." The three others replied.

"Let's at least get out of the dungeon. I'm getting sick of this place anyway…" Draco said.

They nodded, and started heaving their trunks up. It took them twenty minutes to reach the entrance hall. All four of them were exhausted.

"Maybe we should attach wheels or something to the bottom of our trunks…and make the handle longer…" Whitney suggested, out of breath.

"Sounds good to me…" The others agreed.

They took out their wands, and suddenly Whitney slapped herself in the head.

"I'm an idiot! Locomotor Trunk!" She said.

Her trunk started to float away with ease. The others had their trunks in the air and approached the stairs.

"I think it's on the seventh floor…" Alyssia said.

"It is…Oh now I remember! Over by the portrait of that fat lady in that pink dress!" Whitney replied.

They proceeded up seven flights of stairs, and finally reached the portrait of the fat lady.

"Umm…" Whitney said.

"Password?" The fat lady asked.

"We don't know. Could you please let us in? We've just been kicked out of our own house. This is the only place we have friends." Alyssia replied.

"No password, no entrance. Sorry." The fat lady said.

"That's not fair!" Tom protested.

"You have to let us in!" Draco argued.

"If you continue to force entry to the Gryffindor Common Room, I'll be forced to alert a professor."

"Oh come on!" Tom exclaimed.

Just then, the portrait hole opened, revealing Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Cho.

"Honestly! What is going on here?!" Hermione demanded.

"Hermione!" Whitney exclaimed.

"Ron! Cho! Harry!" Alyssia added.

"Thank you!" Tom said.

"We're saved!" Draco said.

The four Gryffindors looked confused.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"The other Slytherins kicked us out of our own house." Draco replied.

"I see. Well, come on in…we'll make sure there aren't any wars or anything. You and Tom can stay in our dorm if you like, then Alyssia and Whitney can stay with Cho and Hermione." Harry said, standing aside so their four Slytherin friends could walk into the scarlet colored common room.

"Girls dorms are upstairs to the right, boys dorms are upstairs to the left." Ron added as the four made their way up the spiral staircase.

"Thank you!" Tom and Whitney called.

In a few minutes, the four of them had their trunks upstairs in the dormitories and they came back down to the common room and made themselves at home.

"It's going to take a while to get used to all the red in here…we're used to green, but I'm sure we'll live…it's not that big of a deal…" Whitney said, holding Mercadez.

"Welcome to Gryffindor Tower!" Hermione said brightly.

The four Slytherins beamed.

"The current password is 'Amaryllis belladonna' by the way." Cho said.

"Great!" Tom replied.

"Well, we should all be going to bed…besides, I don't let Mercadez stay up past eight." Whitney said, heading up the stairs.

Tom and the others agreed. Harry and Cho stayed behind, Draco kissed Alyssia goodnight, as did Tom to Whitney and Mercadez. Ron merely waved. He wasn't exactly ready to express emotion towards Hermione in public. The common room was now empty, and the dorms above them were silent.

"Finally!" Cho breathed.

Harry laughed. Cho pulled him closer to her with his tie, and their lips met and they engaged into a passionate kiss. They broke away, and laughed together, then said their goodnights and went up to bed.

Morning came, and it was another day of boring classes. Finally, things started to settle down after the attack that had taken place in the Great Hall. Things were finally starting to return to normal…