AN: It took longer than I thought I expected so I am trying to update faster now. Also I appreciate the reviews I received so far and I would like to tell you thank you and I will take everything you have to say in consideration. But back to the story.

"talking"

'thinking'

PARSLETONGUE

MINDLINK

Chapter 2

The students looked at each other in surprise. At least until Ron smirked.

"I've been putting everything into motion, big brother. Just like you asked me to."

The students looked at Ron in shock. Hermione, angry that she, for once, didn't know what was going on, spoke up first.

"What the hell is going on, Ronald? What do you mean by brother? That SLYTHERIN and that, that SHADOW are not your brothers!"

Ron ignored Hermione, and starred at Blaise, who was returning the gaze questionably.

"What did he mean by 'glamour'?"

Theo and Ron smirked while Harry chuckled.

"He's attentive. I approve little brother."

Harry nodded in agreement. "As do I."

Ron nodded as well. "Thank you. You know I agree with your choices as well."

Pansy, tired of being ignored, spoke up. "You didn't answer the Mudblood's question. What glamour?"

Blaise looked up, almost bouncing with excitement. "Can you show me…I mean us! Can you show us?"

Almost everyone in the compartment, minus the girls, smirked at Blaise's slip up. Ron, however, nodded his head. "Of course I'll show you."

For a couple of seconds, Ron's eyes started to glow a bright golden color. When it stopped, the fellow students gazed at him in surprise. Blaise was practically drooling. "Wow…"

Where Ron stood was now a gorgeous individual, of the same height he was originally. His hair was now the color of an enchanted fire. It was an amber red with streaks of dark orange and a smothering black and it now reached his neck, tied by a golden tonge. His eyes, however, had the most change. They were now a bright gold. Ron's body was of a more slightly built with more defined muscles.

Before anyone could say anything, Ron went over to Theo and Harry and laid down on the floor, and placed his head in Theo's lap. As soon as he did, the three brother sighed in contempt. Hermione, after getting over her shock, walked over to them and glared at Ron.

"What is the meaning of this Ronald Weasley?"

Ron looked at Hermione with eyes of great anger. " My name is not Weasley, Granger."

Hermione took a step back at the hatred in Ron's eyes and voice. But she quickly composed herself. "Don't take that tone with me, Ronald Weasley! You will answer my question or I will…"

"Will what? Tell Mrs. Weasley and the fucking headmaster that I am not obeying you? I'm sorry! PLEASE DON'T! I promise to be a good boy! Please don't tell the old meanie!"

Hermione smiled, happy that Ron was finally seeing her point. But her smile instantly turned to a frown when the Slytherins started laughing. Draco shook his head.

"Pathetic. She doesn't even realize when someone is using sarcasm." Hermione turned red in anger.

"Don't you dare laugh at me! I am smarter than you all! I am your superior! You will bow down to me!" The students looked at Hermione, surprised. Neville, however, spoke up.

"What's wrong with you, Hermione? You're acting like you're He Who…

"Vondlemort. His name is Vondlemort." Neville gave Theo a nervous smile. "Vo…Vondlemort."

Theo nodded his head at Neville who beamed at the silent praise. Meanwhile, Hermione glared at Neville.

"I will never be like that homicidal idiot!" Ron shook his head. "You already are."

"What? I am nothing like that killer!" Theo spoke up. "You are. You are trying to free the house elves and thereby killing them"

"I am not killing them! I am freeing them from enslavement!" At that moment, Harry spoke up, startling everyone in the room.

"In freeing a elf, you are ensuring their death. House elves pledge themselves to their work on their own free will. Their lives and magic depends on it. If they are freed, their magic won't have a channel and they soon grow insane before dying."

Draco nodded his head in agreement. "You, with your incompetence, are trying to kill every house-elf in the wizarding world. You may not know it, but your name and cause sends terror to every house elf there is."

Hermione started to shake.

I don't believe you! You're nothing but DEATHEATER SCUM!"

Ron shook his head, ashamed that this girl was indeed in the same house as him.

"Then how about we ask a house-elf, shall we? Kreacher!"

There was suddenly a pop in the room and a house elf appeared wearing a clean black robe with silver trimmings and a silver crest that consisted of a grim with a sword pointing from his mouth and a snake wrapped around it's body. At the top of the grim was a orb of what looked like pure light.

"You called Master Ronald?"

"Yes, Kreacher. How are you?"

"Kreacher is fine. Masters are missing the "misfits" they are saying."

This caused the three brothers to laugh. "But they are excited that they have freed their third mated. The mistress is happy as well. Although, she is mad at he the three young masters for not contacting her yet."

The three brothers paled, though you couldn't tell about Harry because of the hood. Ron broke the silence. " Tell her we will contact her as soon as we reach Hogwarts. But we called you because Granger here…"

Kreacher looked at Hermione who smiled sweetly at him, and took a step back. "Hermione Granger?"

Ron nodded in answer.

"Yes."

"Am I here to be freed? Please don't free Kreacher! Kreacher sorry if he's been a bad elf! Kreacher won't be bad again! Just don't free Kreacher! Kreacher don't want to die! Kreacher like family!"

Everyone starred at Kreacher who was now crying, in confusion. At that moment, Harry spoke.

"Kreacher, come here."

Still crying, Kreacher walked over to Harry and was immediately pulled into an affectionate embrace. "Kreacher sorry! So so sorry!"

Harry shook his head. "We aren't going to free you, Kreacher. We love you too much for that." Theo nodded his agreement.

"We called you here because Ms. Granger here needs to learn the error of her ways. She has it in her head that she's HELPING the house elves." Not moving from Harry, who was comforting him, Kreacher glared at Hermione.

"How can that Mudblood think she's helping elves? She's killing Kreacher elf family! Along with that deranged headmaster!"

Hermione returned Kreacher's glare.

"Don't talk about Professor Dumbledore like that! He is not killing anyone!"

"Then why is deranged old man elves in rags? Kreacher family and other pureblood families care for elves. Deranged old man trying to free Kreacher and Kreacher elf family so he can take elf magic! That's why Hogwarts elves are insane. Elves used to be like Kreacher but stupid Mudblood is killing them!"

Hermione was now shaking uncontrollably, her face red in anger, shame, and embarrassment. But it quickly turned to rage. She turned to Harry who was now comforting an angry Kreacher.

"How dare you get that poor, scared house elf to lie to me! None of that can be true! Professor Dumbledore will never do that! You're spreading lies! Show your face, you deceitful Deatheater!"

Hermione quickly took out her wand and waved it to Harry, removing the hood, leaving the Slytherins and Gryffindors in shock.

"You, you"

Hermione opened her mouth and quickly let out a scream before falling, faint to the floor.

Starring back at her was a decayed skeleton with burning red sockets. The skeleton//Harry soon started a low chuckling which increasingly got louder as Hermione hit the floor with a loud thud.

AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Send your reviews to tell me what you think or if you would like ask me anything about the story. I'll tell you what I can without revealing what I have planned. Third chapter coming soon.