All of the students in the Hogwarts Express were rather flustered. Many were demanding an explanation from the many staff there, others were shouting at how they could dig themselves out and others were sitting calmly in their compartments and awaiting the rescue train. This group consisted of Harry and his friends, who were all still waiting patiently in their compartments, although Pipsqueak had grown anxious.

"What will my mum think? When she hears I have not arrived at Hogwarts, she will think something terrible has happened!" He exclaimed, his voice traced with panic and his heavy lisp. Katie patted him on the back.

"Look, Pippy, Im sure your mum will be jst fine. Plus, why would she worry about you?" Katie smirked and earned a frown from Pipsqueak who had joined Harry in his vigil as he stared out of the window.

"Who wants to play Monopoly?" Ron asked and clapped his hands together, no one said anything, they just stared at him looking slightly fustrated. Before anyone could say anything else, Dean Thomas had shown up in the doorway, looking annoyed but a grin spread across his face when Ginny came into his view. Harry felt the need to punch him right in the smug face and claim Ginny for his own, but before he could act on instinct, Ginny stood up and walked over to Dean.

"What do you want?" She asked impatiently.

"Just wondering if you would like to sit with me... and Seamus." He muttered the last words as he knew that she was sick of Seamus following them around everywhere. Ginny nodded and left the compartment, followed by a proud looking Dean. Harry felt a mix of emotions when they left and Dean took her hand; anger, sadness, anxiety and fustration. Why didn't he like her before? When she was in love with him? They could be together now, they would be the ones holding hands.

"Harry? Are you alright?" Harry snapped out of his trance to see Ron and Hermione looking at him.

"Yeah, fine. Why?" He replied nervously.

"You were just staring at the door. You kinda looked... sad." Said Ron. Hermione gave him a weak smile and sat back comfertabley in her seat. Katie began a converstation with her. Harry's thoughts wondered yet again. He could see Ginny once again at the altar, this time Dean was standing there, looking smug as usual. Giving him a look as if to say, ha ha I won. Harry felt fustration build up inside him and he stormed out of the compartment, leaving the others staring after him and bewildered.

Ginny sat in the compartment with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnagen, who were talking endlessley about anything and everything Ginny had no interest in. Instead of joing in with their conversation she looked down at her dainty hands, which were rested on her lap. She remembered when she lay helplessley in the Chamber of Secrets. Harry had come along and gently placed his hand on her own. Feelings that she felt at that moment were all knew to her (she was only eleven after all). But that was the moment she knew. She knew he was the one that she wanted. Back then she was sure this feeling would go away but come fifth year, Ginny would cry into her pillow wondering why he didn't love her. It was all very silly really, she didn't know it was possible to love at such a young age, but she was reassured by Hermione, who said that 'age has no effect on love, its all you', this made her think some more.

Harry's image swam in the front of her mind; his large round glasses, his lightning scar, his fluffy black hair and his emerald green eyes. He was so beautiful and she knew that he knew it, which made her chuckle slightly. He was very vain but this was all the more reason to love him, after all how can anyone love you if you dont love yourself. In the end, he wasn't overwhelmingly vein, just enough so she cold agree with all the contributing factors. She suddenly had a huge urge to talk to him. Not about anything in particular, just to sit in front of him and recap on her life... on his life. God damnit, Im in love.

Harry walked quickly down the narrow corridors of the train, attempting to avoid any student. But his success did not last long, soon enough his ex girlfriend Cho Chang was striding along next to him, looking distressed as usual. A shudder went down his spine and not in the 'cant get enough of that funky lovin' way.

"Hi Harry." She said weakly, and smiled shyly. He resisted the urge to throw up down her cruel face, which he had once treasured so much.

"What do you want?" He said, his teeth slightly gritted out of fustration. Cho looked slightly taken aback but continued.

"Well, Ive been meaning to talk to you actually, its about... us." Said Cho quietly. In his fourth and fifth year, he would of done anything to hear her sweet voice but after the way she treated him, he never really wanted to hear it again.

"What us? What do you mean us?" Harry asked and turned to face her, she looked slightly hurt. Harry felt a slight pang of remorse.

"You know that I regret treating you like I did and- and I was in a difficult place, I had just lost my b-boyfriend," she explained, tears bilding in her brown eyes, "I was in no state to have another boyfriend but if you'd just give me another chance!" Cho leant forward and held his hand. He understood why she was horrible to him, he just couldn't find it in himself to forgive her.

"Cho, just go away. Im- Im busy." Harry sighed and walked away, pushing through the dense crowd of annoyed students. He didn't want Cho and he was in no state to forgive her. The only person he wanted had just approached him.