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"While I know it is an honour," Alison offered, "I am concerned about whether
we're going to get inundated with a large number of students fromthe other
schools in our NEWT level classes?"
"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will number thirty eachwith two staff members in attendance including the Headmistress or
Headmaster. Madame Maxine has informed me that her students will not
participate in Hogwarts' classes as at least five of her likely students will beVeela or part-Veela. Headmaster Karkaroff has also to date indicated a
preference to school his own students." Albus explained. "They will take
meals with us, and will of course have access to our infirmary and library. I
believe we're also setting aside a communal Common Roomwhere all theschools can congregate. It will not be available to those below sixth year. Otherwise I don't believe we will be that inconvenienced." Rolanda huffed. "No, you're only growing a maze over the Quidditch pitchfromthe Easter holiday." The room erupted. Albus rapped the table sharply and brought order. "Everyone, please!" He
glared at Rolanda who glared back unrepentant. "Some sacrifices will be
made and once the tournament is over the pitch will be returned to its former
glory. However, we will still have a Quidditch season albeit compressedintothe Winter and Spring terms."
"That's barely enough time." Minerva pointed out.
"We did discuss cancelling the Quidditch season altogether." Albus pointedout crisply. "This was the compromise. Rolanda?"
"Try-outs will take place on the first weekend. The first match will be heldinOctober with another two matches held before the Christmas break in theusual slots; one match will play in February; two in March before the Easter
break. Whatever the disadvantage of playing in the likely poorer weather or
first or last will hopefully be spread evenly across all four teams." Rolandasighed.
"Any sixth or seventh year of age planning to enter the tournament may not
play Quidditch." Albus informed them. "It is likely that should they be chosenby the Goblet of Fire, the demands of the tournament would be too muchfor
them to also continue to play effectively for their team. Any other questionsabout the Quidditch?"
"Not a question about Quidditch but about Yule and the Ball mentioned inyour
announcement note." Alison said. "Is it mandatory?"
"Fourth years upwards are invited to attend. It will be mandatory for the
Champions, and for the delegations from our visiting schools." Albus
explained. "From a staff perspective, the House Heads have generously
agreed to give up their holidays to remain within the castle." Minerva gave a small harrumph beside him and Albus knew it was becausehehadn't actually given them a choice in the matter.
"Any other staff member would be welcome to remain for the Ball or to
volunteer as a Day or Night Watch Supervisor during the period. I wouldaskyou let Minerva know by October 31st what your individual plans will be." Albus said briskly. "Would anybody else like to ask something?"
"Albus, in light of the sanctioning of the duelling club, Professor Hilliard andI
thought we might suggest a Tri-School Duelling Competition. It would only
involve those not chosen as champions and be limited to the sixth and
seventh years. Perhaps the Quidditch rule would also apply." Filius said. Hilliard leaned forward eagerly. "We're thinking a team of four fromeachschool would take part. Three rounds with the winner awarded a small cupor
trophy."
"Oh, what an excellent idea!" Albus said brightly. "Please write up the proposal
and I will give it to the other Heads immediately for consideration."
"There seems to be a lot focused on sixth and seventh years with this
tournament, Headmaster, although admittedly the Ball will be fourth yearsandup," Bathsheda spoke up for the first time, "however, I wonder…what about our
younger years?"
"An excellent point." Albus admitted. "Perhaps I can prevail upon you all tothink of some way we can make the tournament inclusive for our younger
years apart from their obvious role of spectators and bring me some ideas."
The staff exchanged looks amongst them.
"Well, I believe we are now on the agenda item where I listen to any concernsyou may have and open this up for discussion." Albus said. "I suggest wesimply go around the room. Alastor, why don't you start?"
"You know my thoughts already." Alastor said bluntly. "Cancel the tournament. The security exposure is enormous." Albus sighed and moved on. "Severus?"
"I agree with my colleague; the tournament will be nothing but trouble." Severus said smoothly.
"Your concerns are noted but let's move on, shall we? Are there any other
concerns besides the tournament?"
"I do have one," Septima said when everyone else remained quiet, "the deaththreats against Harry Potter? The improved security is welcomed but theattacks at the World Cup were frightening to read about."
"The suspect is an unknown Death Eater using a reformed version of Polyjuicepotion to hide his identity and he owns a house elf which causes another set
of issues." Alastor replied. "The house elves are taking care of the latter andso long as the traffic in and out of the castle is monitored, we shouldn't haveaproblem."
"Will Potter come on the Express or is Black making special provision for
him?" asked Severus.
"We are not releasing that information." Minerva glared at Severus. Septima cleared her throat. "What about the safety of the other students? If
this…madman decides to attack the boy on the train, others will be at risk. Surely it would be better for him to floo in and for that to be released tothepress?" Albus noted there were a few nods of agreement around the room. "The
safety of all the students remains a top priority. Lord Black and I are still
finalising the decision regarding Harry's travel."
"It's good thing to question. We should all consider the safety and the securityof the school every day." Alastor said bluntly. "If a colleague or a student
starts to show unusual behaviour, report it to myself or Minnie. Personally, I'vebeen appalled at the security and safety deficits of previous years. I'd liketothink we won't have these issues if we all practice CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Albus smiled brightly at Alastor and ignored his ringing ears. "Well said. Arethere any other concerns? No?" His gaze swept around the room. "Then, let'shave supper and toast the beginning of another year!" He decided to ignore the eye rolling of the rest of the staff.
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September 1st 1994
Harry tried very hard not to laugh at Remus's appalled expression as he
regarded himself in the mirror of the guest cloakroom on the ground floor of
Black Manor. Sirius sniffed at him. "What?"
"Why do I have to be the woman?" asked Remus bluntly, running his handover
the dress Sirius had hustled him into a mere ten minutes before.
"There are just so many comebacks to that, Moony, I can't settle on one." Sirius smirked at him. Remus glowered at Sirius. Harry snickered. Remus arched his eyebrow at Harry. "We could always dress you up as agirl,
Snitch."
"Ah, but then I'd tell Aunt Minnie and she would yell at you." Harry said
confidently.
"Aunt Minnie is going to yell at us anyway." Remus adjusted his newcleavageand swore. "Bras are torture devices – why the hell do women wear them?
And whose bright idea was this anyway?"
"Yours!" chorused Sirius and Harry together. And it had been. Remus had stepped in and fixed the issue about howHarrywas getting to Hogwarts rather ingeniously. There had first been a leak tothepress that Harry would not be on the Express, followed by a confirmationtoDumbledore that Sirius would take care of ensuring Harry arrived at Hogwarts. But all the while the Marauders had planned to sneak Harry aboard the
Express; going incognito to King's Cross was part of the plan. Remus sighed. Harry took pity on him. "I really do appreciate it, Remus. I really want to ridethe Express and you've been brilliant thinking this up." He paused. "If it helps, the dress really, uh, suits you?"
"That doesn't help, but thank you, Harry." Remus said, smoothing down thefolds of the plain navy blue dress. He turned back to the mirror and pointed
his wand at his face and hair. It changed slowly; the faint scars of his
werewolfism faded away under the glamour, replaced by a peaches andcream complexion. He changed his eyebrows to a plucked elegant shapeandhis nose and chin became more refined. His hair sprouted suddenly, growingand shaping itself into a tidy chignon. He looked like a respectable lady.
"Nice, Remus." Sirius pushed him away from the mirror. "My turn." The
glamour took effective immediately as he tapped his head with his wand. Hisblack hair was replaced by a short nondescript brown cut peppered withgrey. His eyes shifted to the same brown colour while his face aged and took onmore wrinkles. He swept the wand down his clothes automatically
transfiguring the leather blazer, white t-shirt and smart jeans into a mugglesuit in a non-descript black. He turned to Harry. "Your turn." Harry felt the wand tap his head and he could feel the magic wash over him. He hurried to take a look in the mirror and grimaced. His hair had turnedthesame dull brown as Sirius, his face had taken on a more rounded shape
reminiscent of Neville in first year and his eyes had been turned a muddy
brown. Fortunately, Sirius hadn't transfigured his clothes into somethingelse;
his blue jeans, favourite green t-shirt and grey hooded fleece had been left
alone.
"Right!" Sirius ordered briskly. "It is now…" he silently did the tempus charmand the time glowed briefly in the air for a long moment. "Huh. Exactly teno'clock." He ushered them out of the bathroom and down the corridor tothereception room and the floo. Harry's trunk sat on the floor near to the fireplace. Dobby had helped himpackthe night before, ensuring everything was clean and tidily packed away. Hedwig had decided to fly rather than travel by the train so her cage wasn't
needed.
Sirius picked up the trunk. "Are you sure you've got everything?" Harry nodded. "Dobby was very efficient." And much better at packing thanHarry. Dobby had cleaned, pressed and folded the clothes very carefully;
arranged all the books, equipment and the potion ingredients so that
everything would be easily unpacked at the other end.
"OK. I'll go first, you follow, then Remus." Sirius said briskly. Harry took a deep breath as Sirius went through; he followed with an
encouraging look from Remus and emerged out into a floo tucked away intoacorner of platform nine and three quarters. Sirius nudged himand he movedaway so Remus could floo through easily. The Express was already preppedbut there were only a few families already on the platform. Strangely, hardlyany families arrived early; most people arrived within twenty minutes of thedeparture time creating a frantic platform.
"Come on, let's get you on board." Sirius said, placing a hand on Harry's
shoulder. They chose a compartment near to the arriving prefects. Sirius placed Harry's trunk in the luggage rack, after Harry had retrievedapicnic basket containing lunch, his school robes, and a book fromit. Meanwhile, Remus finished placing a number of charms on the compartment;
a notice-me-not which would only allow Harry's friends to find himand analarm charm that would create a serious banshee like sound if someone withintent to harm Harry tried to get into the compartment.
"OK," Sirius said with false cheer, "I guess this is it." Harry met his gaze and nodded. He felt choked up; unable to speak. He
moved towards Sirius and got pulled immediately into a fierce hug.
"If you want to come home at any time…" Sirius began, before he stoppedabruptly. When Harry felt Sirius take a shaky breath, he realised Sirius wasstruggling to keep his own composure.
"Thank you, Padfoot." Harry said; his words were partially muffled as they
were said into Sirius's shoulder. "For everything."
"I love you, Pronglet." Sirius whispered. Remus gently cleared his throat. Sirius sniffed loudly and loosened his hold, allowing Harry to inch back
enough to look at him. Sirius's eyes were suspiciously wet but he had a
determined smile on his face. "Now, remember; do your best, have lots of fun, kiss lots of girls or boys or both…" Harry blushed bright red.
"…and most importantly, use your Dad's cloak for pranking!" Harry laughed at the last and gave Sirius another quick hug before steppingback.
"I guess it falls to me to be the sensible one." Remus said, opening his ownarms in a request for a hug which Harry complied with speedily. "Stay safe. You see, hear or otherwise sense anything suspicious, tell Moody or Minnieor
call us; OK?"
"OK." Harry moved back and made a face. "You know that hug was kindof
weird with your, uh…additions."
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"The girls?" Remus looked down at his bust. "Yes. I could see howit might bea little disconcerting."
"And on that disturbing note…" Sirius reached over, pulled the blind downonthe window, and tapped his wand on Harry's head returning himto his usual
form. "All done." They all looked at each other.
"Best Summer Ever." Harry declared softly. Sirius smiled. "Call me on the mirror once you're back in the dormafter thefeast to let me know you're safe."
"I will." Harry promised.
"OK," Sirius said firmly, "we're leaving." Neither he nor Remus moved. Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm going to be fine." Sirius sighed, gave him another gentle hug. "Be good, and if you can't be good, don't get caught." He dropped a kiss on the top of Harry's head and whenhestepped away from Harry, Remus caught Sirius's arm and gently draggedhimout of the compartment, closing the door softly behind them. Harry threw himself at the nearest bench and worked on not crying for a goodminute. It was stupid, Harry thought miserably; he was going back to
Hogwarts – he should be happy. But there was an ache in his chest, a
desperate urge to pick up his trunk and leave – return home. Home.
He had one now. And it was filled with love and banter and belonging. Finally, belonging. Merlin, but he missed Sirius already; Remus too. And Dobby. He blinked back tears and told himself to stop being a baby. He was fourteen!
And this was his fourth year! And it wasn't as if he wasn't ever going to seethem again! He was seeing them every Wednesday for his usual duellinglesson! He shouldn't be bawling his eyes out like a first year. There was a soft knock on the door and Harry immediately stood drawinghiswand. Hermione opened the door and smiled at him happily.
"There you are!" Hermione shooed him back while she got her trunk intothecompartment and he sprang forward again to help her, levitating the trunkupto the rack and sheepishly musing he should have done the same with hisown.
"How did you know I was on the train?" asked Harry once Hermione settledonthe bench opposite him.
"Dobby popped by and gave us a note from Sirius ten minutes ago." Hermioneexplained. "We decided to floo instead of driving because I didn't like the ideaof you sitting alone on the train for a whole hour by yourself brooding."
Harry frowned as he considered if he was totally predictable in his reactions. Hermione's eyes narrowed on him. "I figured that you would probably feel howI felt in first year."
"How's that?" asked Harry, staring at the corner of the compartment.
"Like you want to get off the train and go home." Hermione said bluntly. Harry's gaze jerked back to her. Hermione smiled self-deprecatingly. "I'd never been away fromhome beforeand I was nervous and I missed my parents as soon as I said goodbye tothem and…I think I volunteered to go look for Trevor because it meant I hadsomething to do and I could just stop thinking about home so much."
"But I'm not eleven and it's not like this is my first year," argued Harry, "youmust think I'm pretty stupid to…"
"Be homesick?" Hermione supplied. "Oh Harry!" She dived across the
compartment and hugged him before settling next to him, wrapping her armsaround his right arm, snuggling into his side with her head on his shoulder. "This…" she said a little hesitantly, "this is the first time you've really had, well,
people to miss, isn't it?" Harry nodded, knowing she could feel the movement even if she couldn't seeit.
"Well, see? It's perfectly normal." Hermione squeezed his arm. For a while, Harry soaked up her comforting empathy as outside of the trainthe platform started to fill with families dropping off students.
"How…" Harry said eventually, "how did you cope with it?"
"Honestly?" Hermione answered, "I didn't at first. I cried myself to sleep everynight for the first couple of months composing the letter I was going towriteto my parents begging them to let me come home." Harry felt incredibly guilty. He'd had no idea she'd felt that way. "And after
that?"
"I had you." Hermione said simply. "And Ron, of course. It made everythingbetter." Friends.
Of course. Harry smiled and slipped his hand into hers. They sat in a
comfortable silence for a while before there was another knock on the door
and Neville poked his head inside. He grinned at the sight of themand Harryblushed a little self-conscious that he had been caught holding Hermione'shand and cuddling with her. He got up to help Neville with his trunk as Nevilleconfirmed they'd received a Dobby delivered missive fromSirius that morningtoo. Neville took the seat Hermione had vacated and Harry slipped back intohisown although there was an inch of distance between himself and Hermionethat hadn't existed before Neville had entered.
"I have to admit," Neville said brightly, "I'm looking forward to going back thisyear."
"Yeah?" Harry smiled pleased for his friend. Neville waved his new wand. "After all the tutoring and everything, I might
even keep up in class."
"I'm sure you will, Neville." Harry assured him sincerely. Neville wasn't a badspell caster; he just needed practice. "Maybe we can help each other outsideof class? I can always do with help in Herbology."
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"You're on!" Neville grinned.
"That's a wonderful idea!" Hermione said. "I have to admit I just don't haveatalent for the practical side of Herbology."
"Hermione, you get straight Os so I think you might have some talent!" Harrysaid dryly. Hermione blushed but laughed along with Neville and Harry.
"Where is Ron?" wondered Harry. He was sure if Sirius had sent Dobby toHermione and Neville he'd have sent him to the Weasleys too.
"You know the Weasleys," Hermione said with a smile, "they'll probably arriveat the last minute." Another gentle knock on the door had Neville motioning Harry back intohisseat as he went to see who it was. Harry's face lit up when he spotted the blonde girl in the doorway. "Luna!
Come in!" he said, unaware Hermione was gaping in surprise.
"Hello, Harry! Did you know you have Eebeebees guarding your door?" Lunaasked dreamily.
"Remus put up some charms." Harry explained as he got up and helped Nevillewith Luna's trunk. "Do you know Neville? And Hermione?"
"We've never been formally introduced." Luna said as she sat down next toNeville opposite Hermione. "I'm Luna Lovegood."
"Neville Longbottom." Neville smiled at her warmly.
"Hermione Granger." Hermione gave her a small wave. "I thought your Dad'sarticle about Harry was the best of the three published." Luna's delight shone from her face and happy smile. "Thank you. He'll be
pleased to hear that."
"Did you get a note delivered by Dobby telling you Harry was on the traintoo?" Hermione asked, clearly wondering how Luna had found them.
"Oh no," Luna said shaking her head, wide-eyed, "I was just looking for
somewhere to sit and I saw the Eebeebees and knew Harry must be inside." Hermione frowned at her. "You mean you sensed the charms?"
"If we all looked at the world the same way it would be very boring, wouldn't
it?" Luna replied, deepening Hermione's frown. Harry smiled widely and decided he should change the subject before
Hermione got wound up and started to question Luna's world viewtoo much. "You really helped me the last time we talked."
"I got your 'thank you' note." Luna said suddenly a little shy. "It's the first letter
I've ever received. It was almost like having a friend."
"More than almost I hope." Harry said impulsively. "I'd like to be your friend."
"I'd like that too." Luna said simply. Hermione's expression had softened with sympathy as though she was finallyremembering the conversation about Luna that they'd had with the othersat
Longbottom Manor during Simeon's introduction party. "Harry was my first
real friend."
"Mine too." Neville agreed. Harry felt his cheeks heat up but he held Luna's gaze. "Ron Weasley was mine. I met him on the Hogwarts Express in my first year."
"Ginny and I used to have play dates when I was small." Luna commented. "But when we started lessons, Mummy and Mrs Weasley didn't agree onwhat
we should learn so we stopped."
"That's a shame." Hermione said, shifting on the bench slightly. "I guess it
doesn't help that you're separated by the Houses at Hogwarts either otherwiseyou could have renewed your acquaintance again."
"That's part of it." Luna agreed softly.
"My Gran said there's going to be an Inter-House Common Roomfor the upper
years," Neville informed them, "for the thing we're not supposed to knowabout."
"You mean the Tri-Wizard Tournament?" Luna said with a knowing smile. Harry's eyes widened. "Your Dad showed you the press release?" Luna nodded, kicking her feet out to stare at her toes. "He's very excited."
"We know about the tournament but have been told not to say anything," Hermione said, staring at Luna's toes herself as though trying to work out
what was so fascinating, "the Headmaster wants to surprise everyone at thefeast tonight. But never mind that, what does the tournament have to dowiththe lower years not getting a Common Room?"
"The other schools aren't bringing anyone below sixth year." Harry said. "TheCommon Room is supposed to encourage international sharing and bonding."
"I think we should request one Common Room for first through third, andanother for the fourth and fifth years." Hermione said, taking out her organiser
and making a note. "We might not be able to do the international sharingbut it
should encourage inter-house bonding."
"But all feet need a big toe." Luna said suddenly. For a moment they all stared at her.
"You mean someone to make it work? Right. Robert will see to the upper
years," Harry suggested, "he's Head Boy this year."
"You'll manage the fourth and fifth years." Hermione said and as much asHarry wanted to argue with her, he knew it would be expected.
"What about you for the lower years, Luna?" asked Neville gently. Luna looked surprised and shook her head sending her blonde hair flying. "Oh, nobody follows something they can't see."
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Harry felt his anger stir again at how Luna must have been treated for her tomake such a comment. "Who would you suggest?" He asked instead.
"Matthew Inglebee." Luna said simply. Lydia's twin, Harry mused. Matthew was a good-humoured likeable guy withan easy-going personality. He'd gone into Hufflepuff but he was smart andambitious if a little overshadowed by his more talkative and effusive
Gryffindor twin sister. Harry enjoyed talking with him when Lydia wasn't
around. Harry nodded. "Matt would be a good choice."
"I think so too." Neville said. "He's very popular in his own year." Hermione agreed. "I've seen him helping the younger years out in the library."
"So, Neville and I can talk with him when we get to Hogwarts." Harry said.
"We still need to get permission." Hermione cautioned him, but her browneyes were shining with enthusiasm. "A petition maybe?"
"Sounds good." Harry said. "We should talk with the prefects too. If they
support it and offer to spend some time in the Common Rooms 'supervising' we'll probably get permission for it."
"If we organise that in the next couple of days before school starts on Monday, maybe we can have the Common Rooms up and running by this time next
week." Neville said enthusiastically.
"It's ambitious," Hermione tapped her chin with her quill, "but doable. Let mesee, we'll need…" she bent her head over her organiser scribbling notes andNeville shot Harry a smirk as they both looked at her.
"Are you looking forward to the tournament, Harry?" Luna asked, sitting backand folding her hands over her stomach. Harry lifted a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "It might have been nice tohavemet some foreign students but as the ones who are coming are all older thanwe are, I doubt they'll socialise with us much."
"I'm with Harry," Neville said, "I'll go along to watch the tasks and cheer ontheHogwarts Champion but I'm not really that fussed about it." Hermione sniffed. "Personally, I think the tournament's aims are good but itsrecord is very spotty; two of the Champions died in the third task last time."
"My Daddy thinks it's a very bad idea." Luna agreed. "One of the Champions
that died was his friend."
"Oh, how horrible!" Hermione exclaimed, looking up. She frowned. "Your Dadwent to Hogwarts though, didn't he? I thought the two who died were fromtheother schools."
"Francine was friends with my Mummy – she went to Beauxbatons insteadof
Hogwarts because Grandmére was French." Luna explained. "Daddy livednext
door to Mummy growing up so…"
"So he got to know her friends from school." Hermione finished. "Howawful
that your Dad and Mum had to go through something like that!" Her gazedrifted to Harry and he gave her a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, Hermione," Harry said firmly, "I have no intention of enteringthetournament. Sirius says they're putting a whole heap of protections aroundtheartefact so it'll be impossible for someone underage to enter."
"It won't stop some people trying." Neville commented, raising his voice tobeheard over the clamour of people shouting on the platformoutside. "Tri-Wizard Champions used to be able to write their own futures after winning;
they had the pick of the available Mastery slots and the open job positions. Then there's the fame and the money." Harry shrugged. "I don't need any more fame and I'm comfortable. I'mquitehappy for someone else to go ahead and get the glory while I have a quiet
year for once." He sighed. "You know how I was thinking of Quidditch after
school?" Neville and Hermione nodded while Luna looked on curiously.
"Terry started with his team and he was saying that there's a lot of publicityand talking with the fans and…" Harry gave a mock shudder. "I just want toplay Quidditch!"
"So maybe a Quidditch playing career isn't for you." Hermione said practical asever. "You have a lot of other options." She motioned at Luna across the
compartment. "What about you, Luna? What are you thinking of doing after
school? Are you going to follow your father into journalism?" Luna seemed shocked someone had asked her a serious question. "Well…I
was thinking of writing books about rare magical creatures perhaps a
travelogue where I would write about my adventures trying to find them." Sheconfessed with an easy smile.
"That sounds like a very good plan." Hermione said briskly. "I want to gointoHealing, combining muggle and magical techniques like The Valley Clinicinthe States." Luna's silvery eyes went unfocused for a moment and she spoke without
seeming to realise she was speaking. "Yes, the most successful plants arealways well-rooted so their flowers can reach for the sun."
It was a strange comment and Luna smiled dreamily at their bemused
expressions. She was covering up her self-consciousness at the
manifestation of her gift behind a mask of oddity, Harry realised.
"So Hermione will be successful if she remains well-rooted in both worlds?" Harry said interpreting her words. Luna beamed at him. Hermione arched an eyebrow at Harry but she turned back to Luna with awarm smile. "That's a lovely insightful thought, Luna. Thank you." She
motioned at Luna. "I have to admit I've had some doubts about Divinationbut…how long have you had your gift?"
"For as long as I can remember." Luna admitted. "Grandmére was a full Seer. Compared to her, I only see glimpses." Her silver eyes blinked back her
surprise at having her words recognised as Seer insight instead of craziness. "I don't have a lot of control over it. Most people find it disturbing." And therefore most people found Luna disturbing, Harry mused sadly. Hewasglad that he'd welcomed the younger girl into the compartment and resolvedagain to be her friend.
"I think that's because most people hate hearing the truth." Hermione saidfirmly. "So, if you come from a line of Seers maybe you can answer my
questions about Divination?"
Harry and Neville exchanged a knowing look as Hermione and Luna settledinto a lively discussion about the subject Hermione had walked out on theyear before. The boys chipped in when they could but mostly watched on.
"GET A MOVE ON, RONALD!"