**A/N: Wow! I was checking out the hits on this and I am super excited that it is being well recieved! ANywho, I just wanted to give you all a bit of insite into how I'm going to go about this. Firstly, I like the idea of having a little bit of a pinky hold inside of all of my character's heads, so although this is a Harry-centric story, expect to hear a little into the thoughts of others as well. I also have the first ten chapters of this written, so expect decently timed updates for a while. I am taking a little time to work out some kinks so I won't be doing two a day or anything, but this won't be one you have to wait months on. Nextly, obviously this is not cannon, but I am trying to respect the personalities of JKR's characters while taking liberty of how they would be different if thing had happened differently. I love feedback, so let me know if you think they were properly captured. Lastly, I will not be doing Author notes much in the future (for me they disrupt the flow of the story) but I will try to respond to major questions in them when confusion arrives. I will, however, try my best to coment back to you guys outside thie story and respond to as many messages as you can throw my way! Without further ado, please read on, rate, and review!!

**Disclaimer** I do not own Harry Potter or any of JKR's characters. I do not make a profit off of this or any other chapter of this fan fiction.

"Harry!"

Turning, all Harry could see was a flash of wavy brown hair before he was engulfed in a tight hug that nearly knocked the breath out of him. Recovering, he fought off a powerful blush as he felt his best friend press against him. "Hermione!" He spotted Ron over his shoulder trying to look nonchalant as he peered around for Kate. Harry cleared his throat as he and Hermione broke apart, and looked at his other best friend trying to puff himself up as the big brother.

"Whotcher Harry!" Ron said shaking his friends. "How was the summer?"

"Let's find us a compartment, shall we?"

All of them ducked into a compartment. David, already buried back in his book, bypassed them searching out his friends from Ravenclaw, while Kate and Adam attempted to follow he, Hermione and Ron into the compartment. "What are you doing?" Harry said defensively, barring the door.

"This has to do with me too!" Kate said outraged.

"No it doesn't."

"But—" Adam began.

At that moment, Ginny pushed her way into the room and sat next to a smiling Hermione. "Hey, if she can come so can I!" Kate stamped, pushing her way through.

Harry rolled his eyes, but caught his youngest brother by the arm and pushed him out. "Listen, mate, I need to talk to them about some stuff that you are too young to hear. Why don't you go find David?"

"But Har-ry!" he whined in protest. "I don't want to be seen with a Ravenclaw! How will I ever make friends!?" Several students a few feet away gave the two an offended look as they snapped their compartment door shut with an audible snap.

"Well you aren't going to make any friends with that attitude, now get going!" Without further ado, he closed the compartment door.

Turning to the others he met, Hermione's disapproving look.

"What?" he shrugged.

"Is this really all that secret a meeting that you had to ostracize your little brother?"

With a quiet arrogance, he shrugged and sprawled himself against the seat leaning his head on her shoulder flirtatiously. "Oh, come on, 'Mione! I know you didn't want my little brother soaking up all of my attention, now did you?"

Turning slightly red she playfully pushed his head off her shoulder. She couldn't help marvel at how like in personality Harry and his Godfather had turned out to be. Both had an easy grace and charm about them. Though Harry seemed to be a natural leader, he also carried the need for adventure and arrogant ease of a teenager that had absolutely no fear. Harry's well known arrogance had landed him in trouble more than once as he had been caught dating more than one person at a time. Hermione could barely believe his audacity as she listened to him relay tales of his conquests to Ron. Yet somehow, she couldn't seem to keep from falling victim to his charms when he batted his eyelashes at her. She was hopeless. He was incorrigible.

It didn't take long for them to find the other two boring and vacate their shared compartment to find the third leg of their trio, Luna Lovegood. Ron, who had been busying himself trying to make smooth conversation with a blushing Kate, now leaned closer to Harry as the two younger girls left. "So, what did you want to tell us?"

Harry sidled forward on his seat. "Well, there is some bad stuff going down with You-Know-Who. My Dad and Sirius have been on assignment all summer, very hush with the Order, he can't even tell mum. They have been pretty much sneaking in and out of the place the whole summer, coming home with gashes of broken limbs or looking sickly. They even took the house elf with them once and she was so shaken up when she got back that she couldn't work for a whole week." Hermione gave an involuntary snort at the mention of the house elf. Ron, who was obviously flashing back to his father's death three years previous, ignored her and wrinkled his brow with concern as Harry went on. "Well, that was bad enough, but last week he came home like we've never seen him before.

"He and Sirius were running about the house and shoving stuff into a huge trunk. My mom was asking what was wrong, but he wouldn't answer he just kept packing, his face as white as a sheet. It wasn't until Sirius announced that we would be staying with him for the rest of the holiday that we even knew we were moving."

"Moving?" Hermione asked, her brow furrowed in concern. "Why?"

"I dunno," Harry sighed in frustration. "All Dad would say is, 'The house in Godric's Hollow isn't safe anymore.' Dumbledore is setting us up in a new place as we speak."

"Blimey!" Ron burst out, running his hands through his nearly shoulder length ginger locks. "Where do you reckon they'll set you guys up in the meantime? I mean where's safe?"

Harry shook his head. "They won't tell us."

"What?" Hermione and Ron said in unison.

"Yeah, we aren't even going to know where they are until we head home for the holidays. They don't want to risk the word accidentally getting out." Harry's thoughts wandered to his youngest brother Adam. Not that the boy was blabber mouth on purpose, he was just a little…a little…well, little. He was susceptible to the common problem that plagued all youth: believing that everyone was good and safe. There were dangers even inside Hogwarts. The boy had no fear and was simply confident in the inherent honesty of all authority figures. Therefore, he was the weak link in a very thin chair that seemed to barely suspend the Potters, and all of the people in the anti-Voldemort, over the chasm of life and death. "They will be putting the rest of the protective enchantments on the place that way when we get there everything is secure."

Both parties nodded.

"What do you think happened?" Hermione asked in a hushed voice.

He squeezed her leg and took out his wand, twirling it lightly in between his fingers like a baton. Gold sparks flew lazily out of its tip throwing of a miniature light show. Slowly, Harry let the question marinate in his mind as he let his gaze wander out the window. Rain was slowly beading off of it as storm clouds let out their fury on the unperturbed train. His heart was heavy with worry for his family, and though he had his theories, there seemed to be no relief for the need for action. The face of his carefree younger sister with her wit sharpened tongue, David, his face perpetually buried in one tome or another content to let the conflicts of the world pass him by, and finally the face Adam with his hopeful eyes, and willful nature all swam through his head. With a sigh, he put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, his unscarred brow furrowing with tension. He shook his head. "That's the problem. I don't know."

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