A/N: Shiba-san: How is Harry supposed to remain switzerland? This was your question i had to answer.....technically its not Harry thats trying to remain neutral....It's actually Ember, his twin, who's trying to be switzerland, as you put it....She is, if you read my intro, only truly loyal to her brother...She has defended him time and again (as you will find more of this further along as i post more chaps to Book 2)...Harry really isnt neutral but he hasnt yet chosen sides....If you remember, he has two sides in his creation (has anyone discovered the two sides that war to have the largest hold over him yet? I believe someone has at least gotten one side correctly)...Harry is simply a puzzle that doesnt quite fit in anyone's plans which in return worries them as Ember turns to him more often, especially when it seems he sways more to the Dark then Light or staying in the middle...But what no one really knows except Ember, if need be he will choose her just as she'll choose him, despite what side the other is on

Does any of that help?

A/N 2: srry for any delay of posting of any chaps...whether to FFN or my group...i've been distracted lately:S....i've gone back to work so i wont have as much free time as i like on weekends anymore and my days off i tend to play an online game as well as trying to finish my lastest stories...Now i have started on Book 3 (yes, Book 2 is done...all the chaps have already been to my beta and back) but i'm having a little difficulty...As you know, Sirius was already proven innocent, therefore Peter is the one in Azkaban...So, things are a little unclear on how i want it to happen, although here is something i would like others to think on...Several of my stories have been put on hold for lack of motivation to my muse and ideas...I'm asking my readers and reviewers to plz leave any ideas or suggestions they'd like to see in the following: the Sequel to Gift (such as what punishments would u like Harry's betrayers to get) the possible third installment to my xmen/hp crossover, Fate/New Leaf, (what would u like to see happening, especially if u want to see more action in the magical world) I need ideas of possible pairings for the twins in Perspective as we drift closer to Book 4 (after all thats where Harry found his first crush...I need possible pairings/crushes for, or the ones being crushed on by, Harry, Ember, and anyone else you'd like to see) or just any suggestions on topics that seemed to never have been answered in any of the mentioned stories that could be worked into their sequel

Just send a pm, review, or drop a message on the group with any ideas/suggestions...perhaps that'll wake my muse and help me finish

Chapter Two

Ember squealed in delight, laughing as the wind rushed past her face through an open window. That was until she cast a glance behind her shoulder to the backseat. Seeing Hermione's tight pinched face and white lips killed her joyful buzz quickly. "Hermione?" Her friend kept quiet until Ember decided to crawl into the backseat, forcing a shrill scream to pass Hermione's lips.

The fearful brunette whimpered, curling her arms tighter around bent knees, face buried deeply against her thighs. She hated to fly. She absolutely hated getting her feet off the ground. She always felt safer with her feet on solid ground. But she forced herself to break her fear of heights to join her two friends in trying to reach the school.

Ember pulled her quietly shaking friend close, memories playing back what had happened. For some reason the portal had closed just seconds before the three Gryffindor could enter the train station for Hogwarts Express. When they panicked, they had forgotten that their parents, at least Ember and Ron's, could apparate back to the Muggle train station to find three lost students before they decided to borrow Ron's Dad's flying car.

Hermione had barely mentioned, before her fear got the best of her, about Ember's owl. They could have owled someone to come to their rescue and waited at the station for the arrival. But no one could do anything now as Ron struggled to keep the car in the air and following the express.

Until he lost control and crash landed into the thick branches of a very enormous tree sitting lonely off to the side of one of Hogwarts' many courtyards.

Ron was the one whimpering now as they all stared at the remains of his broken wand when he tried to magically stop the car but failed, "my wand." Creak! They all jumped, twisting around to find out where the sound was coming from when they each noticed the tree was actually moving.

"Hermione!" Ember just noticed one spindly branch rushing towards the back window where Hermione was sitting. She yanked her friend to the floor or as far down as she could as it viciously tore through glass like paper, sending shards everywhere. Ron had also screamed, shoving back against the driver side door, as more large branches pummeled the metal form stuck in its personal space. It shook and twisted, trying to free the strange object from its branches, forcing it to ground where Ron pushed the car into gear as the two girls watched with wide eyes of the tree slamming all its branches down upon the very ground where they were sitting just seconds ago, causing earth and grass flying high before it re-settled itself peacefully now that they were gone.

Ember and Hermione squealed in pain, "ouch!" as the car suddenly ejected its passengers, having little trouble with those in the backseat until they had climbed to the front, even shoving out their trunks. It acted as if they were at fault for what happened to its beautiful metal coat that was now covered in scratches and dings.

"Dad's going to kill me!" Ron could only watch as the only Muggle vehicle his father owned and tinkered with drove off on its own towards the Forbidden Forest. The way the car's engine was growling it was as if the car was an injured animal rushing off to solitude to lick its wounds in peace.

Ember embraced her worried friend as he stared at the tire tracks left behind of what was left of an enchanted car. "We best hurry inside. The feast probably started. Your father will be the least of our worries if we don't make it inside."

"Indeed." Three throats swallowed as they turned to find a smug Filch sneering at them.

***Snape's Private Office***

They cringed at the sight of the dark interior and shelves of strange objects. Snape was the first person Filch had happily dragged them off to, forcing them to carry their luggage with instead of dropping them off with the others.

Now Snape stood tall with his arms crossed, a dark sneer on his pale face, "The train suddenly not good enough for famous Ember Potter?" He ignored their glares of hatred as he locked onto a shameful Hermione, "Obviously, Miss Granger, your brain does not carry past your studies. What a wasteful pity. And you, Mister Weasley," dark eyes pinned Ron, who flinched at the purring tone, "such a pity as well that your father does work in the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts in the Ministry, does he not?"

Then he yanked out the Daily Prophet that had run a special article that had alerted the entire staff and Filch of three students missing the train. "Did it not occur you the use of an owl? You were seen…seen… by no less than eight Muggles!" He slammed the paper down and moved around his desk, voice low, "were you in my House, the three of you would be back on the train home, tonight!"

"As it is, they aren't."

All eyes turned to find a solemn Headmaster and grim McGonagall, "Headmaster."

Dumbledore beckoned someone behind him closer as he answered his Professor, "Argus caught me on my way to my office to check on the progress of our missing students as well as leading young Harry, here," he placed a hand upon said boy's shoulder, causing him to wince, "to Madame Pomfrey."

Snape opened his mouth to continue his tirade but stopped those words at the pain clearly printed in emerald eyes. Every Slytherin knew that look of Harry having a headache turning into a Migraine, in which would leave the boy in an even more confusing persona (leave the boy in an even more confusing persona??? I'm not really sure what you mean). "Come." He led his student away, knowing the three Gryffindors would be getting off lighter simply because of who they were.

But they did receive a punishment they thought was worse than being expelled.

"Do not think for one minute you are safe just because I am not expelling you three. You have lost Gryffindor a hundred and fifty points as of today, fifty points each, as well as serving detention for a week. I will tell you later with whom you each will serve the detention with as you will not be together. But," McGonagall stressed the word to relieved Gryffindors to get her point across, "on such another incident as this, I will personally escort you three home, expelled. You do not realize the repercussions that could have occurred should our world have been placed in danger from a flying car being sighted by more than eight Muggles. Am I understood?" Silent nods, "Good. But I will be sending letters home to your parents. You are dismissed to your Common Room. Do not make any unauthorized stops on the way. A House-elf will have a small meal waiting in the Common Room."

***First Day of School***

Harry sleepily blinked as his year mates led him to the Great Hall for breakfast. "Did Em and her friends finally arrive?"

Draco huffed, knowing full well Harry had seen his sister the night before but also knowing Harry and a migraine did not mix well. Whenever Harry was given a potion to cure his headache as well as Dreamless Sleep to ensure the headache doesn't come back the next day, Harry seems to lose what memory of what he done that day. But he politely glanced over the bustling Hall for the insufferable Potter girl and her annoying friends when Pansy maliciously hissed, "They arrived last night, flying Weasley's enchanted car. I heard rumors of possible expulsion but instead they lost a hundred and fifty points as well as gained a week's worth of detention."

Harry sleepily nodded as he tried blinking away the sleep of a headache potion and Dreamless Sleep. He had wondered why he couldn't remember getting to the school when he woke until he saw the vials at his bedside. Now he slowed his physical movements to avoid sluggish accidents without attracting attention of those he didn't want poking or prodding at him. But he must be failing as Draco suddenly kicked him under the table, lowly hissing, "You're attracting attention."

Draco barely held back a flinch when emerald eyes glared coldly at him. Harry had known he was sluggish and was fighting it but he also know the boy was failing which was gaining the curious glances of Dumbledore and worried looks from Pomfrey. He didn't think Harry wished to suffer their help, especially as every Slytherin knew the side glances of suspicion every adult except their Head of House and Potter's family gave the emerald eyed boy. Now all he could do was wait for a distraction while pushing his friend into the mould of a proper Slytherin.

Their desired distraction appeared when Ember and her friends finally graced the Hall with their appearance just as two owls winged their way to two stunned Gryffindors. Both Ron and Ember whimpered as two very familiar red steaming envelopes fell to their waiting hands, debating to open them.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

"Ember Lillian Potter!"

The decision was taken, literally, from their hands when the envelopes forced themselves open. Two irate female voices rang clearly in synch as they bellowed in rage to their children, "How dare you take your father's car?!"

"How dare you take that car?!"

"Your father is now facing an inquiring at work!"

"Your father is leading an inquiring at work!"

Then it seemed they agreed on the last lines together, "If you put another toe out of line, you will come straight home. Am I clear?"

And Molly's voice trailed off as she congratulated her daughter's position at school while Lily's ended with a shredded envelope, "Congratulations on making Gryffindor, Ginny. Your father and I are so proud." Molly's letter ended with a raspberry blown to her embarrassed youngest son before shredding. Laughter rang clearly to the shame of cowed Gryffindors.