Disclaimer: JK owns this master piece, not me Sorry it's taken me so long to write the next chapter.

This is the version when nobody we love dies.. (Except Dumbledore)

The Prisoner's Daughter:

Chapter 2:

"Sirius Black?" I said.

"Yeah, he is so cool! After he was injured at the Department of Mysteries, he was shown to be innocent. Sometimes the Ministry is so dumb." Harry replied.

"When haven't they been? I heard now that that ex-Auror… um what's his name? Scrimgeour; has been made Minister, a lot of things will change in the Ministry." Ron said.

"Who told you that? Your dad?" Neville asked.

"Yeah, the promoted him, so he knows a bit more than he used to." Ron replied proudly.

"I'm going to join the Order as soon as I can. Sirius would have let me join last year, except well…" Harry trailed off.

"Mum wouldn't have let you mate; she would have killed Sirius if he'd tried to allow you." Ron chuckled.

"Yeah well, we can dream can't we?" Harry said. He winked at Ron. Everyone in the compartment burst into laughter.

"Isn't there a new teacher this year?" I asked.

"Yeah, Dumbledore told me when he took me to Sirius. His name is Professor Horace Slughorn." Harry replied. I let out a laugh.

"That's a rather unfortunate name." I replied with a grin. Harry laughed too.

"Yeah well, he kinda looks like my Uncle Vernon, but he's a bit… different." Harry said.

"Yeah, my Gran is friends with him," Neville said gloomily. "He told Gran that he was coming back from retirement to teach at Hogwarts. Potions I think."

Ron spat out the water he was drinking. "What?! Does that mean that Snape is gone?"

"Nah, he's teaching DADA." Neville replied. Harry's jaw fell open.

"Great! My favourite subject just went down the drain." Harry said with a glare.

"Have you ever heard the way that he talks about the Dark Arts?" I asked. "He friggen' talks about it like he's in love with it."

Everyone murmured in agreement.

"He's been after that job for years, why would Dumbledore just give it to him?" Harry said. "Nobody trusts him. I don't trust him."

"I doubt anyone does." Neville replied.

"He's not as bad as you think." Luna said dreamily. Harry stared at Luna. She didn't seem to notice.

I looked through the cabin door and saw a flash of platinum blonde hair. Ginny had seen it too, because a few seconds later she excused herself from the cabin and left in the direction the blonde hair went. Ginny had told me last year that she was dating the Slytherin Prince Draco Malfoy. I couldn't believe her at first; a Weasley in love with a Malfoy. It was unheard of. Of course I swore to secrecy not to tell her brother, it was like Romeo and Juliet. Now that more and more Slytherins were gone, Draco had become nicer and nicer to the Weasleys. He didn't pick at Ron anymore; the Inquisitorial squad incident had been over looked. Draco had actually, in the middle of Diagon Alley, apologised to Ron and his entire family. Ron, still suspicious of him, had shook his hand solemnly staring at him intently. Molly, however, had not been so reserved, gave Draco a hug. It was quite a shock.

Anyway, back to the present…

I smiled inwardly. Ginny could try to be less obvious. I caught Hermione's eye. We smirked at one another, something Gryffindor's are not known for doing. Ron, of course, was oblivious to the whole exchange.

Ron, Neville and Harry were having a debate over who will win the Quidditch Cup this year. Ron was defending his team, The Chudley Cannons.

Hermione looked at the boys, an amused smile on her face.

Ron broke off the conversation to say "I have a surprise for all of you. Fred and George are coming back to re-do seventh year." We all gasped in shock.

"Really?" Hermione said. "You didn't mention it when Harry, Sirius and I came over on the holidays!"

"They wanted it to be a surprise. They're Apparating to Hogwarts later." Ron said.

Seamus knocked on the cabin door and went in. "Oi! That new teacher Slughorn is on the train and he's asking for you Harry."

"Great. This will be good." Harry said. He quickly told them all what Dumbledore had told him about Slughorn wanting to 'collect' him.

"Well, go then." I said. "He knows you're on the train, and you can't avoid him. Tell us what happened when you get back."

"Fine," He said "I'll see you guys later."

The afternoon went past rather quickly and soon we were arriving at Hogwarts. Harry still hadn't returned.
"Don't worry. I'll go look for him." Luna said.

We all exited the train. I looked around but couldn't see Harry anywhere. Hagrid's familiar voice travelled down the platform. I smiled. It was good to be back.