Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter- Some of the text was taken directly from the book!

Here is the third chapter for The Golden Hallows...

Neville Longbottom began to quiver. "What, what do you mean I'm banned for the rest of the year?" He asked. Madam Pince tilted her nose in the air and headed back into the library.

"We do not scream excessively in the library, Mr. Longbottom" She said as she entered into the library. Neville whimpered. Grandmother was going to be so disappointed in him!

The other students were buzzing around with glee. Halloween was in a few days and they were all excited. Decorations were set up all around the school. The only place that had yet to be devoured with pumpkins was the hallway Dumbledore was having painted.

Harry Potter was more excited than anyone else. He hadn't necessarily enjoyed his last few Halloweens, having spent them with the Dursley's.

He followed Draco and Draco's friends down the halls. In the crowd of students, He passed Zeke who pretended to not have noticed him. Harry stopped and spun around to catch up with Zeke.

The two had not spoken since their "fight" in September. Harry caught up to Zeke, and grabbed his arm.

"Hi, Harry, I've gotta go" Zeke said shrugging him off.

"Wait," Harry called after him "Zeke, you're my brother. We should at least try to get along"

Zeke shrugged his shoulders. "Why? Do you have any idea what it's like being the Boy Who Lived when everyone knows that your brother was placed in Slytherin and hangs around Malfoy"

Harry shook his head. "What about Sirius Black and his brother? One was in Gryffindor and the other in Slytherin"

"Sirius hated his family and moved in dad's when he was in school" Zeke said "But they're both Death Eaters, so I guess they have something in common"

"What do you mean They're both Death Eaters?" Harry asked. "I thought Sirius was Dad's best friend"

Zeke rolled his eyes. "He was until he betrayed our parents. He told You Know Who about our family's whereabouts almost ten years ago"

"Really?" Harry asked "I had no idea"

Zeke laughed.

"You have to give me some credit. Since Dumbledore dropped me on the Dursley's doorstep I had clue that I was a wizard, or that I had a brother. I didn't know Dad was still alive, I was told my family died in a car crash!"

"Dumbledore!" Zeke exclaimed. The two brothers began heading down to the staircases. "When Dad was released from St. Mungo's, he went completely mental when he found out Dumbledore had sent you away?"

"Dad didn't know?" Harry asked.

"He was unconscious for about four days" Zeke explained. "Dumbledore showed up to him at the hospital. Told him all that happened, that I was deemed the Boy Who Lived, Mother died, and that you were shipped off to our relatives because you were most likely weren't going to posses magic"

"But couldn't he have stopped him, brought me back to live with you, in the wizarding world" Harry asked.

"He tried, but he just couldn't. Some type of magic was interfering with it" Zeke said. Zeke then offered to teach Harry how to play Quidditch. Zeke was the new keeper on the Ravenclaw team, which was rare for a first year to join on the teams.

They raced to the Quidditch field, Zeke bringing along his Nimbus 2001.

Ron Weasley felt his face flushing red as he walked past Fred and George. The boy had been caught winning a wizard's chess game; and McGonagall had urged him to join the school's chess team. There was only one problem; He was the only member.

For the few days, everyday in the evening time He'd meet alone in the Gryffindor Common room and play chess against himself. It wasn't a very thrilling time. He wished he could be on the Quidditch team like his older brothers, after all, Quidditch was loads more exciting than wizard's chess.

On Halloween morning, Harry woke up to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors. Even better, Professor Flitwick announced in Charms that he thought they were ready to start makin objects fly, something they had all been dying to try for a while.

Professor Flitwick put the class into pairs to practice. Harry had been partnered with Zeke. Draco had been partnered with Blaise Zambini. The sitting beside Harry, Seamus Finnigan had been partnered with Neville. Out of the corner of Harry's eye, He noticed that the boy who rode with him on the train, Ron, he remembered, was partnered up with the girl who had introduced herself to them on the train.

It didn't take less than an hour for everyone to know she was the smartest student. Zeke complained about her that day before, on how she was an annoying busybody.

"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!"squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important,too-never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest"

It was very difficult. Harry and Zeke swished and flicked, but the feather they were supposed to be sending skyward just lay on the desktop. Harry noticed that beside him Seamus was getting impatient as well, and had prodded his and Neville's feather with his wand and set fire to it. Neville had to put it out with his hat.

Ron wasn't having much more luck.

"Wingardium Leviosar" he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.

"Stop, stop, stop"Hermione Granger snapped. "You're going to poke someone's eyes out. Besides you're sayin git wrong. It's Wingardium Levi-o-sa not Leviosar."

"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Ron snarled.

Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviousa!"

Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.

"Oh,well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!"

Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of the class.

The rest of the day seemed to take forever, till finally it was time for the Halloween feast. A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, makeing the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start-of-term banquet.

Harry sat beside Goyle and some third year Slytherin. He was just helping himself to a baked potato when Professor Quirrell came spring into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Proffessor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll-in the dungeons- thought you oughta know."

He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.

There was an uproar from the teachers and faculty. The students sat in silence, with blank stares on each of their faces.

"This is an outrage!" Dumbledore said once the staff members had calmed down. " I just had the dungeons painted to match the fourth floor. Prefects, lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"

Harry stood up but was immediately grabbed by Dumbledore. "I know this must be completely traumatizing for you, Harry"

Harry could hardly get a word out before Dumbledore moved him over to the Ravenclaws. "Perhaps you'll feel a lot safer if you were with Zeke. Ah, Zeke, watch Harry why don't you, he's a bit sensitive about these sort of things!"

Sensitive! I'm not that sensitive Harry thought as he was ushered alongside Zeke to Ravenclaw's common room.