Well, here's the next chapter. I'm sorry for the delay's on my stories. I've had the worst case of writer's block lately. My sister and I are currently working on re-writing G&S so that it flows better and Legacy has hit a snag. I've also got another Harry Potter fic in the works.

Anyway, without further ado, with apologise for the shortness, here is the next chapter!

"Well, that worked well!" Michael said, looking at the green rat, who squeaked miserably while munching on a crisp.

"Yeah!" Ron grinned, "He's not boring now, is he?"

"Hey Ron," One of the twins poked his head in.

"You settled in alright?" The other asked, peering over his twin's shoulder.

"Great! And look!" Ron held Scabbers up. "Michael found this neat spell to turn Scabbers green with purple spots!"

"Very nice. I'm Fred, by the way." He said, turning to where Michael and Harold sat. "Fred Weasley. And this is my twin, George."

"Cheerio!" George gave a mock salute.

Michael grinned, "I'm Michael, and this is my brother, Harold!"

Harry nodded in greeting before returning to his book.

"Well, it was nice meeting you two. We'll see you all at Hogwarts."

"Hopefully in Gryffindor!"

"It's the best, you know."

The door slid shut behind them as Michael turned to Harry.

"What could possibly be so interesting about that book." He asked. He was surprised at the mischievous grin that answered him.

"It's about animagus transformations. We won't be able to attempt it until third year, at least, but how amazing would it be to be able to transform into an animal?"

"Wicked!" Ron breathed, "I heard that one of our professors can turn into a cat!"

"So we're in agreement, then?" Michael asked, looking at them, "We become one with our inner animal, so to speak?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Right now, we work on increasing our magical capabilities, later, we "become one", as you put it."

Michael pouted. "Kill-joy."

Willis Manor….

"Harry Potter?" Molly asked, patting a coughing Ginny on the back.

"Yes, his relatives were horrid people." Guin said, handing her a glass of water. "We couldn't just leave him with them. They stifled his creativity, they attempted to crush his very spirit! They're wretched beings!" Edward placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Now, Guin, dear, calm down. Harry is a wonderful young man. He's suffered no lasting damage from his short internment with the Dursleys."

"I know," She sighed, "I'm just worried. I've read those books! They're all expecting a child to save them. Granted, Harold is rather mature for his age, but even so!"

"What's he like?" Ginny piped up, eager to hear about her hero. Guin smiled.

"He's wonderful. He enjoys reading, but loves to play outside as well. Loves to learn, and very adventurous. He's always exploring something. Creative as well." Guin shrugged. " Of course, I've raised him, I'm going to think he's marvelous!"

Molly chuckled. "Don't I know it. Even my boys, though they're giving me gray hairs, are simple wonderful in my eyes. Comes from being a mother."

"Or father." Edward injected. "We fathers are allowed our pride in our progeny."

"Of course dear." Edward rolled his eyes at the distracted tone in his wife's voice as she and Molly began to discuss cooking.

The Express….

"So, chocolate frogs are enchanted to jump and come with trading cards of famous witches and wizards, Bertie Bott's really are every flavor, and licorice wands are too strong for me, though Harry seems to like them well enough." Michael said, as they shared extra sweets bought off the trolley.

"Maybe next year we can bring a picnic instead." Harry mused, nibbling a bit off the tip of the licorice wand. "You know, cold chicken, eggs, things of that nature."

"Sort of like the Wind in the Willows?" Michael asked, grabbing another frog.

"Precisely."

"What's that?" Ron asked, carefully biting into a jelly bean before smiling. Strawberry.

"It's a muggle book." Harry said, smiling. "Mum used to read it to us before bed when we were little."

Michael nodded, his mouth full of chocolate.

"Chew." Harry said, rolling his eyes at his brother. "We don't need you choking."

Michael glared slightly at Harry but did so anyway.

"My brother's are always telling me the same thing." Ron said.

"Well well, would you look at that." Michael said, peering out the door. Harry looked up and grimaced.

"Colluportus." He muttered, pointing his wand to the door. There was a funny squelching noise.

"What's that?" Ron asked, seeing the pale blonde outside attempt to open the door, only to give up after a moments struggle.

"Colluportus. A low-level locking spell." Harry sighed, "We've had the misfortune of meeting young Mr. Malfoy before. I'd rather not repeat the incident anytime soon."

"Nor would I." Michael added, "I thought you were going to deck the little ponce."

"I wish I had, Michael, I really wish I had."