Chapter 2

P.S. This part here is set in between the fifth and sixth years.

Day before the journey to Hogwarts

Harry's POV

I woke up, and my entire body was sore. Slowly, I raised my head, and was surprised to see that there was light coming through the windows, and the clock said it was eight o'clock in the morning. I was extremely surprised that the Dursleys had let me sleep in, and was pondering my good fortune, when all of a sudden the door was thrown open with a bang, and my luggage was thrown through the doorway, narrowly missing my head.

"Pack your stuff," my Uncle growled, "You've got to catch your train."

"What?" I mumbled groggily, "Why the bloody hell would I pack my stuff? The train doesn't leave until tomorrow!"

"I don't care when your bloody train leaves!" he yelled, his face turning red, "I'm taking you to the station today!"

"Well…. why would you take me to kings Cross today, if my train comes tomorrow?"

"Boy, I don't give a flying f*** in space when your train come, I told pack your bags, so you will!" he screamed, accentuating his anger with a slap across my face.

I scrambled backwards, and barely escaped another flying fist.

"I'm sorry Uncle Vernon! I'm sorry; I won't back talk you again!" I pleaded, tired of getting beaten for stating my opinions, "I'll listen."

Uncle Vernon narrowed his eyes, like he wanted to slap me again, but lumbered out of the room, and locked the door behind him, leaving me to gather my things. I guess he decided that beating me wasn't worth it. I shot a look in the corner of the room, and sighed in relief. As soon I heard Vernon go down the stairs, I pried up my lose floor board, and started to pack my things, mumbling soothing words under my breath. I took out my things, one by one, reminiscing about all of them.

The first thing I grabbed was a picture of my parents, and just looking at it brought tears to my eyes. If they were alive, I wouldn't be in this situation in the first place… but then again, if I wasn't alive, my parents would still be here. I held the picture close to my heart, and then dropped it into my suitcase.

The next thing I grabbed was my wand, which I'd managed to hide from the Dursley's so they wouldn't snap it in half. I sighed, and wished I'd been allowed to use it during the summer, but the ministry wouldn't believe me if I told them I'd been using it in self defense.

The final thing I took from my hiding place was my piece from Sirius' mirror. Again, it brought tears to my eyes, as I realised that it was the last thing I had of Sirius. There was not even a grave to visit, because his body was gone through the veil. I was trying to stop crying, but I couldn't.

I silently sobbed, holding the shard of Sirius' mirror until Uncle Vernon banged open the door and I curled into a ball.

"Get up." he smirked and I shuffled onward, out the door and down the stairs, trying to shy away from uncle Vernon's meaty hand which was clutching my shoulder while lugging my trunk along in the other hand.

I moved stiffly out the front door, while Vernon threw a ratty blanket over my shoulders to hide my injuries.

The drive to Kings Cross was uncomfortable and filled with many glares and smacks across the back of the head.

When we finally arrived, Uncle Vernon brutally shoved me out of the car threw my stuff onto the curb beside me and then sped off back home.

I looked around again and pulled out my wand. When I was sure that nobody was looking I waved my wand, casting a simple Glamour spell so that nobody would notice that I was injured tomorrow, after all, they can't know that their savoir was beaten up by a muggle.

I found myself curling into a ball at the thought of my uncle, and allowed my tears to fall freely, before huddling deeper into my corner and settling down for a long night at the train station.

Snape's POV

"They are resorting this year at Hogwarts" I mentioned casually during dinner.

Draco choked on his chicken. After a couple second of watching him cough and splutter, I calmly pointed my wand at him and said "Anapneo" and his throat instantly cleared. Still he seemed speechless.

"I... what! Why... whaa!"

"I have gathered from your stuttering that you are wondering why" I joked and Draco smiled. "The answer is that Dumbledore has decided that because children's personalities change, so should their houses.

"But what will happen to Potter, Uncle Sev-vy?"

"That all depends on the Sorting Hats decision.' I said.

"C'mon! Just guess!"

"Seeing as he is mediocre to the very last degree, Hufflepuff. Why are you taking such interest in this Draco?"

Draco laughed nervously.

"He couldn't be put in Slytherin, that's preposterous!" Draco mumbled to himself "No, not with that filthy muggle of a mother!"

My head snapped up, that had touched a nerve.

"Ha" Draco scoffed, still talking to himself "filth, scum, dirt veined mudblood."

That was enough, I stood up violently and stormed out of the room, hearing Draco's protests but not responding.

"Uncle Sev-vy?" he called, "where are you going?"

"I.. uh... my potions." I yelled back, "Don't bother me, it's.. uh... dangerous."

I reached the top of the stairs where my potions room is. I quickly closed the door behind me and sunk to the floor, tears flowing down my face.

I knew that Draco didn't mean what he said, and that it was just habit, but I couldn't help it. I had loved Lily, and I couldn't bear to be in the same room as him when he talked like that.

GInny's POV

"Now, Ron and Ginny, why don't you two tell me why you are behaving so childishly towards each other?" huffed Mom.

"Had a pretty wild night last night huh?" suggested Fred, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Both Ron and I turned beet red but thankfully mom was too busy reprimanding Fred for his comment.

"That was very inappropriate of you Fred. I will not have you besmirching the family name with such unmoral things!"

"Technically it's not illegal." Ron mumbled.

"That's besides the point!" said our Mom, "He shouldn't have insinuated it either way! It' not right!"

I rolled my eyes, and stomped out of the kitchen, but I only made it to the stairway when Ron caught up to me.

"Ginny!" he whisper yelled.

"What do you want... Ronald."

I saw a crease in between his brows. He knew I was serious, I only call him Ronald when things are really bad.

"Ginny, I really am sorry!"

"It's too late for apologies, it doesn't change anything."

"C'mon Ginny. Can't I have a second chance!" he pleaded.

"No Ronald! I've given you enough chances! Time for talking is over! It's time for us to move on!"

"Don't say that Ginny, it's you I want to be with!"

"Oh yeah," I prepared to throw my worst at him "What about Hermione, huh? I know you guys have got it bad for each other!"

"Ginny," Ron said seriously "Hermione's face honestly looks like a niffler bum. I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. Well there was that one time... but never mind. And what about you and Harry? I've seen you making sex-eyes at him from across the common room!"

"I- I don't know Ron! I love both of you! I can't handle this!" I turned to go up to my room.

"I won't make you choose Ginny, but I've made up my mind. I love you. You're not just my sister anymore." then he kissed me hard on the lips before walking upstairs without a backwards glance.

(keep reading for some re-sorting drama!)

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