Boo:Hello. I'm not J.K. Rowling and, sadly, I do not own Harry Potter. I own nothing except the plot and my OC Artemis. Sorry for not posting this earlier but I got off track by having to use crutches. Anyways, welcome to the incest chapter
Arty: Are you kidding me??? There were reviews!
Boo: I wasn't gonna do that. It was called an ice-breaker.
Arty: There's no ice. It's not winter yet.
Boo: *sighs and shakes head* This is gonna be a LONG chapter…
Harry: And make some sense this time. She said she went to the Tournament and yet she didn't know who I was.
Boo: I have a planned explanation...sorta. It's in my head and won't come out. Now shoo! You both got a story to do!

Chapter Two: Slughorn's Compartment Part 1

-------------------------- Harry's POV --------------------------

"You're Harry Potter?" She asked me.

"I am? Thanks for telling me! I've always wondered why people kept calling me that." I said with a smirk on my face.

"Not funny." Arty said.

"Do you go here?" I asked.

She replied "No. I just started going here this year. I'm a transfer student from Beauxbatons.".

"Even stranger. You still should've recognized me from the Tournament." I said to her.

"Harry? Do you like this girl?" Ron asked a sly smile as he entered the compartment with Hermione following him.

"NO!" I shouted.

She gave me a 'Hi-I'm-still-here-did-you-forget?' look.

I grinned nervously. "I just met her." I added, more to her than Ron.

Ron looked at me and shook his head in amusement before saying "Harry you'll never guess what Malfoy is doing."

"What's he doing this time? The usual picking on first years?" I asked.

"No. He is just sitting in his compartment with other Slytherins." Ron answered.

Hermione decided to enter the conversation and said "Maybe he preferred the I.S. Maybe being a prefect seems a bit boring afterwards."

She looked at Arty. "By the way, I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger." She held out her hand.

Arty looked at it before looking at Hermione's face with a grin. She shook at and answered "I'm Arty."

"And I'm Ron Weasley." Ron said and he also held out his hand to shake and she did the same to him.

"Is that all there is or is there a last name to that?" Ron asked her, grinning.

I noticed that she frowned and then it disappeared as quick as it came and was replaced with the most obvious automatic smile I've seen because I use a similar one to it when I see Rita Skeeter. "I'm Artemis". She was cut off when a girl that looked like she was in her third year entered the compartment.

-------------------------- Artemis' POV --------------------------

A girl entered the compartment and I thought I would faint with relief.

"I'm supposed to deliver these to Neville Longbottom, Harry P-Potter, and Artemis" I held my hand over her mouth so they wouldn't hear what was coming.

They all stared at me, even the little girl.

I smiled sheepishly and said "I REALLY hate my last name." as an explanation.

I let my hand off of her face and she started passing the scrolls out. She left and then I heard steam. "Somebody's angry…' I thought. I found out who it was seconds later.

"What is it?" Ron demanded as Harry unrolled his scroll.

"An invitation" Harry said. I unrolled mine and I read:

Artemis,
I would be delighted if you would join me for a bite of lunch in compartment C.
Sincerely,
Professor H. E. F. Slughorn

We had already left the compartment when Neville asked "Who's Professor Slughorn?".

"New teacher." Harry answered vaguely.

No duh! I mean honestly, with his detective skills he could he the new Sherlock Holmes. Wonder who his Dr. Watson is going to be. "Well I suppose we'll have to go won't we?" I asked.

"What does he want me for?" Neville asked nervously.

"No idea," Harry answered. "Listen," he added, "let's go under the Invisibility Cloak. Then we might get a good look at Malfoy on the way and see what he's up to."

"You have an Invisibility Cloak?" I asked and he nodded in response.

"And did you mean Draco Malfoy when you said that?" I asked him with a voice that asked 'do-you-know-this-person'. What did you think it was gonna be? An 'Am-I-a-lollipop-yet' voice?

"Yeah. What do you want with him?" He asked me with a curious and suspicious expression on his face.

"Nothing." I replied. And was that a lie? No. "I just wanted to see if you knew him" I added after he gave me a strange look. "High and mighty? Thinks that he's better than everyone else? Looks like a zombie whenever he's with Pansy?" I added.

Harry laughed. "Yep. That's the Malfoy I know.". I was thanking my lucky stars that he didn't ask how I knew or knew about Draco or Pansy.

The idea (finding Draco under the cloak) wasn't the best: The corridors were packed with students looking for the lunch trolley, and it was impossible to travel in while wearing the cloak.

Harry stowed it back in his bag sadly and slowly, seeming to enjoy wearing it and avoiding everyone staring. Every now and then students would leave their compartments to look at him better. The exception was a raven haired Chinese girl who rushed inside when she saw Harry coming.

I looked at Neville and he whispered "That's Cho Chang, Harry's ex". And then it made complete sense.

As we passed the window she was having a conversation with her friend, who was wearing a think layer of makeup that didn't cover all of the pimples on her face. I smirked at that.

Cho looked up and saw me walking by Harry's side and mouthed to me 'He's so out of your league'.

I simply directed my smirk towards her and mouthed back 'And apparently, so are you'. I walked closer to Harry and found out that my neck came up to his shoulder. Perfect.

He noticed my head suddenly landing on his shoulder and started walking even slower.

I looked up and he looked at me questioningly. I smiled at him and jerked my head in Cho's direction slightly.

He looked in that directing and smiled wickedly at me before the look came of his face as quick as it came as he put head on mine and sighed.

I waved bye to Cho, whose mouth looked scarily like Genie's on Aladdin when Jasmine pretended to fall in love with Jafar. I mean it. The resemblance was creepy.

As soon we got to the compartment I moved my head away and we laughed so much.

"Did you see the…look on her…face?!" I gasped out, holding my knees with my head down and gasping the type of gasps that only happened when you were laughing your butt off.

Harry was laughing so much he was crying and Neville was hyperventilating. We opened compartment C's door once we were presentable. Translation: When we didn't laugh at the thought of Cho and her fly-catcher mouth and our faces were no longer red. Did you know that happens when you laugh too much?

We soon saw that we weren't the only ones Slughorn invited. I think that Harry, hands down, got the warmest welcome. "Harry m'boy!" Slughorn said and what a sight that was. He was jumping up and down so much that his great fat stomach seemed to fill the compartment. He had a shiny bald head and a silvery moustache that gleamed as bright in the sunlight coming from the windows as the buttons on his waistcoat. "Good to see you, good to see you! And you must be Mr. Neville and Miss Artemis!".

Neville nodded, looking scared again and I smiled and nodded.

Slughorn gestured for me, Harry, and Neville to sit in the only remaining three seats. Neville and Harry sat across from each other so there was only one seat left: By Harry. I prayed a silent pray to whoever would help me before I sat.

I looked around and saw Blaise Zabini (he visits Draco all the time during the summer), some boys that looked like they were in seventh year, and the Weaslette looking like she didn't have a clue why she was there.

"Now do you know everyone?" Professor Slughorn asked us. "Blaise Zabini is in your year of course."

Blaise didn't look like he noticed Harry or Neville, and they did the same (because Slytherins + Gryffindors = Please stop fighting! Put the wands away! DID YOU JUST USE AN UNFORGIVABLE?!?!), but he looked at me with surprise.

I mouthed "Didn't you see my little prayer?" with my hands in the praying position and then I continued mouthing "That is why I did one." I pointed at Harry and Neville. He nodded.

Slughorn continued "This is Cormac McLaggen, perhaps you've come across each other? No?" McLaggen, a large, wiry-haired boy, raised a hand. Harry and Neville nodded at him and when he saw me he winked. I made a gagging sound almost instantly after he did that and everyone in the compartment laughed, chuckled, or giggled except poor Winky.

"And Marcus Belby?" Belby, who was a thin and nervous looking boy, gave a strained smile towards the boys and smiled when he looked towards me. And I mean a real smile that was bright. I felt slightly happy at that.

"And this charming young lady tells me she knows you!" Slughorn finished.

"Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister" Harry whispered to me and I nodded to him and smiled at the poor girl, who was currently grimacing at Slughorn's choice of words. And of course, he didn't notice. Or he did and chose to ignore it.

"Now this is most pleasant," Slughorn said as he tried to get cozy in his seat. "A chance to get to know you all a little better. Here, take a napkin. I've packed my own lunch so take what you want."

Belby accepted what looked like half of a cold pheasant.

"I was just telling young Marcus that I had the pleasure of teaching his Uncle Damocles," Slughorn told me, Harry, & Neville, as a basket of rolls appeared and was passed around. "Outstanding wizard. Simply outstanding. And his Order of Merlin is well-deserved. Do you see much of your uncle, Marcus?"

Unfortunately, said boy had just taken a mouthful of pheasant; in his haste to answer Slughorn he swallowed too fast and began to choke.

"Anapneo." Slughorn said calmly, pointing his wand at Belby, whose airway seemed to clear as soon as the words came out.

"Not...not much of him no." Belby gasped out.

"Well, of course, I daresay he's busy. I doubt that he invented the Wolfsbane Potion without some considerable hard work!" Slughorn said to him.

"I suppose…" Belby said, who seemed afraid to bite into his pheasant until he was sure that Slughorn was done. "Errr… he and my dad don't get on very well, you see, so I don't really much about.." he slowly stopped as he saw the cold smile that Slughorn was giving him.

"Now, you, Cormac," Slughorn said, moving to the next victim—err...I mean lucky student. "I happen to know that you see a lot of your Uncle Tiberius, because he has a rather splendid picture of you two hunting nogtails in Norfolk."

"Oh yeah, that was fun." McLaggen said, looking at me as if what he would say would make me regret embarrassing him. "We went with Bertie Higgs and Rufus Scrimgeour- this was before he became minister."

OH MERLIN! HE KNEW THE MINISTER! NO WONDER I FEEL absolutely no regrets about what I did. Arrogant idiot deserved some ego-bashing and I was damn proud the honor of doing it. Even more proud because his ego knew the Minister of Magic and he couldn't have me sent to Azkaban for that. Don't ask me how I know. Let's just say it involved Draco, some spellotape, and a whole lot of time.

"Ah you know Bertie and Rufus too?" Slughorn asked beaming slightly, which made him look like a proud grand-father.

"Now tell me...". I zoned out then because it seemed that everybody here was connected to somebody well-known or influential- except for the Weaslette- and he was trying to get on the good sides of them. One of the things that was revealed to the compartment that Blaise has a beautiful witch for a mother that was married 7 times and each husband died mysteriously, each leaving her a large amount of gold. Shocker about the beautiful part. I mean honestly. It's so hard to see that when you know her and Draco has a picture of her and he looks at it whenever he thinks that nobody is looking. Beautiful piece of blackmail, that is.

Neville's turn was next and it was really uncomfortable 10 minutes for me. His parents were well-known Aurors that were tortured into insanity by Bellatrix Lestrange and a couple of lower Death Eaters. Can you guess that I was looking less and less happy about the fact that the interrogation was eventually coming towards me yet?

Boo: Ok I know, kinda sucky ending. Wait. No 'kinda' about it. I just wanted to get this out. I'm gonna be working on the other half so...yeah. Bye byes.
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