Aw, you guys are really nice *blush* I LOVE YOU ALL :D Oh, and just so you know, I made a few changes to the previous chapter. If you're too lazy to go back and read (Haha, I would be too), then you should know that all the "Mary-Sue"s who are fully transformed, will be sent to Azkaban.

And I'll be taking your ideas into account too :) Thanks a lot! xoxo

On The Hogwarts Express

Harry woke up groggily to see Hermione shaking him awake.

"Huh?" He muttered, clambering out of bed. "Time to leave?"

"No." Hermione explained.

Ron was awake too. "Then why wake us up?" He asked, crossly.

She glared at him. "Because, Kingsley made some changed to our plans for the Mary-Sue's."

"Oh." Harry said stupidly. "What did he say?"

Hermione showed him a sample checklist. "We rate the symptoms on a scale of 1-3. 1 is the mildest and 3 is the most severe."

"So what?" Ron asked.

Hermione sighed. "So, Ron, if someone has a high rating on 6 or more symptoms, we put them on a priority watchlist."

"Let me get this straight." Harry said. "We create a checklist for each individual person."

"Check."

"If anyone has 6 or more symptoms, any rating, they go on to a regular watchlist."

"Check."

"And anyone with a rating of 3 on 6 or more symptoms is on our priority watchlist."

"Check."

"Don't you think we're taking this a little too seriously?"

Hermione stared at him incredulously. "Harry! You-know-who is back. We can't afford to be weakened any further. This plague has the worst possible timing, so we need to take this seriously!"

"Okay, okay." Harry said wearily. "I understand."

Hermione left the room and Ron watched her leave. Then he turned to Harry.

"You know what this means?" He demanded. "Extra work! She's taking this so bloody seriously!"

Harry sighed. "Which means she probably won't have time to do our homework."

Ron swore.

"Goodbye kids, I love you!" Mrs. Weasley waved to them. Sirius wagged his tail frantically.

Harry hoisted his trunk on to the train. "Bye, Mrs Weasley! Be safe, Snuffles!"

Harry could have sworn that Sirius winked at him.

Harry and the others got on the train. The train pulled out of the station and Harry glimpsed Sirius chasing the train, a lopsided grin on his face.

When the platform was out of sight, Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. "Where do you want to sit?"

Hermione and Ron fidgeted. "The thing is, Harry... We have to go to the Prefects compartment."

"Oh."

"It's going to suck. But we'll be back soon. Why don't you, uh, find a compartment?"

"Okay." Harry said, watching them leave. He had never travelled in the Hogwarts Express without Ron.

"Let's go find some seats." Ginny piped up from behind him.

"Alright." He said, and they made their way through the train.

Suddenly, Harry bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorr-" He began, and then stared. "Neville?"

Ginny's mouth dropped.

Neville grinned at them. "Hey guys."

Harry's eyes widened. "You look, uh, different."

Neville nodded. "I know. It just sort of happened over the summer. Gran suspected that I'd used a spell on myself."

Harry and Ginny were shocked. They were not seeing Neville Longbottom, the fat, nervous boy they had said goodbye to last year. They were seeing Neville Longbottom, Sex God.

"You can't use magic outside of Hogwarts if you're underage." Ginny found her voice.

"Oh, haven't you heard?" Nevillie asked, surprised. "They changed the rules last week. Anyone aged 14 and above can use magic outside of Hogwarts."

"What?" Harry exploded. "Why was I sent to the bloody Hearing?"

Ginny shot him an anxious glance. "They just changed the rules, because of... you know."

Harry realised that Fudge must have been affected by the Plague. (AN: I'll refer to the Mary-Sue plague as, the Plague xD )

Neville watched the two of them curiously. "Should we find a compartment?"

Ginny peered into the compartment behind him. "Oh, look, there's only one person in there."

"That's Loony Lovegood." Neville muttered. "We can, uh, go somewhere..."

"She's really nice, come on!" Ginny pulled them into the compartment.

"Er, hi Luna." Ginny smiled awkwardly. "Can we sit here?"

The girl barely looked up from her magazine, but she nodded.

Ginny sat next to Luna and Harry and Neville opposite them.

"You don't wear glasses anymore." Ginny commented tentatively.

"They're Spectra-Specs." Luna looked up. "I don't need them anymore."

"Why not?" Ginny asked.

"It's easier to see Wrackspurts these days." She said. "There's loads of them. Like around you." She pointed at Neville.

Neville stared. "Wrackspurts?"

"They make your brain go fuzzy. Everyone has them. Even I do." She smiled serenely.

Ginny was trying hard not to laugh but Harry's mind was racing. Could these Wrackspurts be connected to the Plague?

"Tell me more about Wrackspurts." Harry said, pulling out a piece of paper and a quill. Maybe Hermione could help him.

Luna looked surprised. "Well, they're little things that float around your head. They get inside through your ear and make your brain go fuzzy."

"Why can't I see them?"

Luna rummaged in her bag and came up with a pair of Spectra-Specs. "Put these on."

Harry obeyed. Immediately he noticed several brightly coloured specks of dust floating around their heads. He grew dizzy trying to count them. They all had about the same amount of Wrackspurts, althought the colours varied. Neville had largely red wrackspurts. Could red wrackspurts represent the symptomof flawless looks?

"They're rather frightening, aren't they?" Luna asked. "They never used to be this colourful, or this large."

The Wrackspurts were hovering ominously. Harry watched as some ducked in through ears, some floated out, but mostly they just hovered.

"Why don't they all go inside our heads?" Harry asked.

Luna shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe there's not enough space."

Harry took off the Spectra-Specs and made some quick notes.

"Thanks, Luna." He said, ignoring the others' questioning looks.

Ron and Hermione threw open the door.

"Starving." Ron flung himself down next to Ginny, and grabbed at the Chocolate Frogs lying next to Neville. Hermione sat down next to him, staring at Neville.

"Hey, Ron. Hi, Hermione." Neville nodded.

Hermione nodded back, momentarily speechless.

"''Ey, Nevil." Ron said with his mouth full. Then he noticed.

"Woah!" He swallowed. "Neville, did you get a makeover?"

Hermione punched him on the arm.

"What? He just looks so diff-"

Hermione punched him again and glared meaningfully.

"Wha... oh, yeah!" Ron remembered the Plague.

Luna looked at him. "Your Wrackspurts are very colourful."

Ron was taken aback. "Er..."

He turned to Harry almost accusingly. "Who's she?"

"I'm Luna Lovegood. You went to the ball with Padma Patil."

Ron was unsure how to respond, so he just nodded and resumed eating his Chocolate Frog.

"I don't really like dancing." Luna reflected.

The door swung open again.

"Well, well." Draco Malfoy drawled. "If it isn't Harry Potter and his precious gang of losers." (AN: I imagined him saying that in a Lauren Lopez voice xD )

Inwardly, Harry groaned. Everyone except for him seemed to have been affected by the symptom of flawless looks. Especially Draco, his robes looked so much better...

Horrified, Harry tore his gaze away from Draco. He loved Cho. He was not attracted to Draco Malfoy. (AN: I'm not very good with Drarry. Personally, Drarry has scarred me for life. Which is why I'm including this ship haha!)

"Get out of here, Malfoy." Ron snapped.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Got a problem, Weasley?" Draco snapped. (AN: Lol sorry about all the 'AN's, but Lauren Lopez, anyone?)

Ron raised an eyebrow sceptically. "Yeah, and it's standing at the door of this compartment."

Draco smirked. "I just dropped by to say hello." He smirked at Hermione. "See you around... Hermione."

He shut the door and left.

Hermione's eyebrows rose so high that they disappeared beneath her hair. Draco had just used her first name.

Both Ron and Harry tried not to feel jealous. Harry was completely revolted by his newfound attraction for Draco, and he was determined to destroy all the Wrackspurts around his head.

"This is going to be a fun year." He reflected mournfully.

AN: Woah. This chapter was very much different from what I'd planned. Oh, well. Fun year ahead! Review? PRETTY PLEASE? :D