AN: Too lazy to find perfect Pics so I just find ones that work. You guys use your imagination most of the time anyways, so it doesn't really matter. Also, time for a catfight.

Now when I saw the twins, I knew that my understanding of the genders of many of the characters will be wrong, and I fully expected the sight of a female Draco(?) Malfoy standing at the entrance of the compartment. What i wasn't expecting was that behind her weren't two large goons, but rather three fairly attractive ladies.

"Is it true?" the blond in the lead asked, staring directly at Rose. "They're saying all down the train that Rose Potter is in this compartment. So it's you, isn't it?"

"Yes," Rose replied, looking between Malfoy and her entourage.

"Oh, this is Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, and Beatrice Zabini." Malfoy said, having noticed the looks her companions were receiving. "And my name's Malfoy, Danica Malfoy." the now named Danica said.

Ron, upon hearing that name, let out a cough to try to disguise the snigger he made. He failed.

"You think my name is funny, do you? It's obvious who you are. My father told me all about your family with their red hair, freckles, worn clothes, and more children than they can possibly afford. You're a Weasley aren't you?"

He turned to look back at Rose, ignoring the now outraged redhead in favor of the other.

"Is this the kind of company you keep Potter, poor Blood-Traitors," she pointed at Ron, who grows even redder, "A failure of a wizard," then too Neville, who shrinks into his seat t the insult, " and Mud Bloods," and now to me and Hermione, who stares in shock at the blatant disrespect. She then turns to Rose.

"You must know that some wizarding families are superior to others, Potter. You don't want to be known for making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." She finished, holding her hand out to Rose, expecting her to take it.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are myself, thank you." my sister said, her tone having gone ice cold.

Danica grew pink at that, a sneer now on her face.

"I'd be careful if I were you Potter," she spoke slowly, spitting out the name with a surprising amount of venom. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll end up like your Grandparents, trampled by their betters. You hang around with Blood-Traitors and Half-Breeds, and you'll be seen the same as them.

Rose was on her feet in an instant, wand drawn from somewhere, followed by me and Ron a second later. Hermione looked like she was unsure of what to do while Neville was failing at trying to fuse with his seat.

"You best be real careful with the next few words that come out of your mouth, Malfoy" I say, the part of me that was Harry putting together that I must have been his grandparents who died instead of James and Lily, and having this blond bitch spit on that angered me in a way I wasn't prepared for.

"And who are you supposed to be, some no-named wannabe hero hoping to impress the famous Rose Potter?" She questions her voice taking a mocking tone near the end. Behind her I see the other three all slowly take out their wands, obviously expecting a fight.

"No," I bite out. "Just the guy whose dead grandparents you insulted."

She had a moment to look confused at what I said before Rose tackled her to the ground. Me and Ron have our wands trained on the three girls who return the favor, looking unsure of what to do.

Hermione seemed to have snapped out of her indecision and stood up shouting at the two on the floor, "What are you two doing! Stop this immediately!"

My sister had no intentions of stopping anytime soon, having managed to get Maloy in a headlock in the short amount of time they were tussling. The situation was made even worse when Pettigrew, who seems to have been woken up by the yelling, leaped at Pansy and bit down on her hand, causing her to drop her wand and scream in pain while flailing her hand all over the place. The other two also let out a scream at seeing a large fat rat attack their friend and started backing away from the compartment. Finally, Pansy managed to fling the rat off her hand and into the window with a solid thunk, causing him to lay still on the floor where he landed. A part of me cursed myself for not opening the window earlier, just to see the sight of the rat being thrown off a moving train.

I guess the screams finally managed to attract the attention of the prefects because a moment later the two girls on the floor were bound and separated, with two older students standing in the hall wands raised. An apocalyptic redhead and a distraught looking blonde.

"What is going on here Ron? Someone tell me what is happening!" who I can only guess is Percy demands. It was easy to see that he was related to Molly Weasley with a voice that loud.

"I was attacked by that brutish redhead, that's what!" Danica, who is now also yelling, tells the two prefects while tied up on the floor. Her face looks like it's seen better days.

"And you threatened my life you blond twat." My sister shoots back, and other than some bruising around her left eye, seems completely fine. The two started arguing with each other with Hermione chiming in to tell Percy what happened. The blond prefect was questioning Millicent and Beatrice in the hallway. Pansy was still crying about her hand, so I slowly made my way over and pointed my wand at the bleeding wound.

"Episkey" I say, relying on the vague rusty and half-forgotten knowledge I received from Tom. The wound seemed to scab over, leaving only two small marks where the teeth sunk in. Stepping back, I see that everyone was now staring at me.

"What, she was bleeding." I say, pocketing my wand and going back to my seat. That seemed to snap everyone out of whatever got them distracted, Percy waving his wand and freeing the two girls, telling them that the professors will be informed of this incident and recommending that we all get changed as we will soon arrive at Hogwarts. He left to escort Pansy and Danica somewhere to get them checked out while the blond prefect took the other two girls to their compartment. Turning to look at everyone that was left I could almost physically feel all the stares being directed at me.

"Right well I'm going to take these two," I say grabbing both Ron and Neville by the collars, "For a walk while we let you get changed." I say to Rose, dragging the two boys with me out the door and into the hallway before anyone objected. Quickly getting out and closing the door I saw that nearly every other Compartment had heads sticking out, having obviously been watching the spectacle going on a moment prior.

"Mate where did you learn to do that?" Ron suddenly asked. Seeing my questioning face, Neville clarified.

"He means the healing," he says, staring at me with a focused gaze that lacked the usual nerves I had seen him with. "Thats advanced magic that only dedicated Healers learn."

Wat

But it wasn't though. From what I remembered about the books Harry learned it after Tonks used it heal his broken nose, and Tom's vague knowledge supported the fact that it wasn't special, merely a weak healing spell best used for minor injuries.

So why were the two of them so shocked?