Because I felt so bad about the mix up and giving you false hope…here is the next chapter...this time read by Wanderer straight up.
Tell me what you think.

Midnight.

Harry's POV

The idea was not one of my brightest I have to admit, because the corridors were so tightly packed with people, it made trying to dodge them under the cloak a nightmare. I had to regretfully stow in away in my pocket before I even had the chance to put the thing on. As I walked through the corridors I suddenly thought how nice to might have been to walk under the cloak, just to escape all the staring and whispers. My thoughts wandered to Ari. She was the first person I had met in a long time that didn't know who is was. She accepted me for me without the knowledge of fame and treated me like a normal man. I have to admit… it was a really nice change. She was also a very kind and gentle girl at least form what I had seen. She had calmed Neville down before he passed out for one. And she didn't make me feel like I was exploding too. All summer…hell for the past year I have had this building feeling like I'm about to explode. I'm so angry all the time and I just want to yell and scream and tell people to stop listening to the Ministry and to listen to me…to help me defeated Voldemort. Like that would ever happen. But for the first time in ages, around Ari, I feel normal. I smile around her, laugh and I just feel…human again. All to soon we arrived at Compartment C. I sighed and opened the door.
"Let's get this over with hey Nev?" I said mockingly cheerful. Neville grimaced and nodded. Poor thing looked like he was going to vomit. Ginny in all her glory ran a hand down my chest and she walked past me.

"Thanks handsome." She purred. I shuddered. Oh dear.

I glanced around at all the other guests. There was a Slytherin from my year I recognized, a tall, dark boy with high cheek bones and an almost permanent sneer, there were also two seven year boys I had no idea who they were and of course Slughorn himself.
"Harry my boy!" He said standing up and hugging me. I had no idea we were such good friends. I mentally shook my head. HE released me and turned to Neville, clapping him on his shoulder before stooping to kiss Ginny on the cheek.
"And Miss Wesley and Mr Longbottom too! Such a please such a pleasure. Come, come sit down. Now, do you know everyone?" Slughorn asked me as we sat down. "Blaine Zambini, Slytherin of course in your year…"

Zambini sneered at me which I returned with a glare. Gryffindor and Slytherin hated each other on principle. Not to mention the fact that I was pretty sure he was one of Malfoy's close friends.

"This is Cormac McLaggen, perhaps you have come across each other? No?" McLaggen raised a hand. He was huge! But had really thin weird hair that made him look like an older man. I don't really remember him around school but judging from his robes, he was in my house. Funny, I would have thought I would see him before. Not that I have been paying much attention lately.

"Marcus Belby, I'm not too sure you would have met?" Belby looked very nervous and gave a strained smiled. I smiled in sympathy at him. I know how you feel I thought. I wish I could be anywhere but here right now. What was the whole point of this stupid thing anyway?

"And Theodore Nott. Also in Slytherin." Nott curled his lip in what I think was suppose to be a sinister smile. Looked like he was constipated to be honest.

"Potter." He spat.

"Nott." I glared back. Why was there so many Slytherins?

"Now we were supposed to also be joined by the lovely and incredibly talented Miss Granger, but unfortunately Prefect duties have kept her away. Lucky Hermione. I thought.
"Of course you all know Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived." I cringed why can't I just be Harry Potter without the title on the end?

"Neville Longbottom, whose parents are incredibly talented when they were at school. Poor things. No one should suffer that fate." He shook his head, the perfect picture of sadness. I saw Neville clench his fists. Not many people knew about his parents and how they were tortured into insanity by Bellatrix. What gave Slughorn the right to publically announce it? I clapped Neville's shoulder and squeezed, giving him comfort as well as a hint not to punch Slughorn…not that I would think Neville would actually do that.
"And Miss Weasley. I hear you are quite the little witch with the Bat-Boogey Hex?" he smiled down at her like a proud parent. Ginny grinned.
"Amongst other things." She said. I shook my head. Seriously what the hell was going on with her lately? She's acting loony! I thought, tuning out as Slughorn started to ask after Nott's father. This was going to be a long trip…I wonder what Ari was doing right now.