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Utena the Black Rose: Hello
all! Just finished up with finals, so
now I�m done with school for the summer.
Hopefully I�ll be able to get some writing done.

Disclaimer: I solemnly
swear that I am NOT J.K. Rowling! Nor am I Terry Prachett, who owns the Luggage. What can I say? I like borrowing from British authors. I also like to say, nothing personal against
the British, but I hear their food is very bland�and even if it�s not, it is in
this story. Same goes for the lack of concession stands in the train station.

Special Thanks to: Lady Sei�without whom this chapter might not
have been written.

~*~Chapter 4~*~

�Harry! Wake up!
We�re gonna miss the train!� Ron
Weasley hollered up the stairs of 12 Grimmauld Place
where the Weasley Clan (minus Percy), Hermione Granger, and The-Boy-Who-Lived
had spent the last several weeks of their summer vacation. This unassuming house, the ancestral home of
Sirius Black, was now servas tas the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix,
a secret society formed by Albus Dumbledore to combat Voldemort and his Deatheaters. As Harry struggled to put his clothing on he
heard several female voices arguing loudly.

�--FILTHY HALF-BREEDS, BESMIRCHING
THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS ��

�SHUT UP YOU OLD BIDDY! THIS ISN�T YOUR HOUSE ANYMORE! IT�S SIRIUS� AND HE CAN HAVE WHOEVER HE WANTS
OVER FOR AS LONG AS HE WANTS!�

Harry grinned at the continuing
disagreement between Mrs. Black and Mrs. Weasley. Neither one had given an inch to the other
since he had arrived at his godfather�s house.
As he tied his shoes there was a knock and Hermione�s voice filtered
through the door. �Are you ready
yet? Mum and Dad just sent Hedwig back
so we�re just waiting for Tonks to put the finishing touches on her disguise. Moody�s really chomping at the bit to get
going. He�s more fidgety than normal.�

�Come in. I�m almost ready.� Harry folded his pajamas and stuffed them in
his trunk as Hermione opened the door and stepped inside. Hedwig fluttered off her shoulder and into to
the open cage in the corner. Harry
slammed the lid of his trunk down and leaned over to latch the cage door. �All set.
Let�s not keep everyone waiting.
Could you carry Hedwig�s cage for me?�

Harry, dragging his trunk, followed
Hermione downstairs to where the other occupants of the house waited. The howling of the still incised portrait
drowned the noise of the trunk, thudding down the steps, out. Mrs. Weasley looked up as the pair approached
her.

�Harry, you�re to come with me and
Tonks,� she shouted over the repeated screeches of �MUDBLOODS! SCUM!
CREATURES OF DIRT!� �Hermione, dear, you go with Ron and
Arthur. Leave your things here;
Alastor�s going to deal with the luggage...
Oh, for heaven�s sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!� The large black dog stubbornly stayed by
Harry�s side as the boy walked towards the Weasley matriarch. �Oh honestly�
Well, on your own head be it!�
She bustled past them, heading for the front door where Tonks waited,
disguised as an elderly woman.

Tonks winked at Harry as he and
Padfoot passed her on their way out.
They headed in the direction of King�s Cross, Padfoot spooking several
neighbod cod cats along the way. Harry
still couldn�t believe that he was allowed to return to Hogwarts. He had been certain that Fudge would lock him
in Azkaban and throw away the key, and if it hadn�t been for Dumbledore�s
intervention, he very well might have.

It had been a very tense summer for
Harry, even without the Dementors� attack.
Everyday, Harry expected to hear some news of Voldemort�s return, and
was shocked when he didn�t even see a mention of it in the Daily Prophet. That, he�d later learned, was because of the
Ministry�s refusal to accept that Lord Voldemort was back. Harry ground his teeth in frustration, after
what happened at the Triwizard Tournament how could they not believe it?! He could still see Cedric fall every time he
closed his eyes and hear Voldemort�s cruel laughter and the deatheaters� taunts
in his sleep.

Padfoot barked, drawing Harry out
of his reflections. The summer hadn�t
been any easier on the animagus either.
Still a wanted man, Sirius had coo cooped up in his family home for
months. Even though he knew it was
hi
his own protection, Sirius hated being confined and �useless�.

Twenty
minutes later theyivedived at the station.
Once inside, they lingered casually beside the barrier between platforms
nine and ten until the crowd thinned, then each of them leaned against it in
turn and fell easily through onto platform nine and three quarters. Harry took in the familiar surroundings and
his spirit soared�He was really going
back. They moved away from the entrance
as they waited anxiously for the others to arrive. Suddenly, Harry heard a shout from somewhere
behind him. He turned in time to see a
figure converging on Padfoot, who had been chasing his tail nearby�

�It�s way
too early for this,� Juline yawned as the quartet hauled r lur luggage to the
train station. �Hey Chris, what platform
are we looking for again?� She asked,
peering around the bustling station through half-shut eyes.

�Nine and
three quarters,� the brunette replied.
�Thank the gods for Starbucks,� she added as she clutched her double
mochtte tte like a life preserver. �We
did remember to pack my Mr. Coffee, right?�

�If we
didn�t we can get it later,� Juline muttered as she scanned the signs.

Rini
snorted and shifted her weight, trying to balance her overstuffed bag. �If someone had set the alarm like
they were supposed to, we wouldn�t have been running around like
morons�and we would have had time for a decent breakfast! Starbucks bagels just don�t cut it.�

�Um�I think there�s a problem
here,� Emily said, looking slightly confused.
�I see platform nine and platform ten, but no nine and three quarters.�

�Maybe we should ask someone�.�

�Right, we�ll just go up to some
random person and ask how to get to the train for the wizarding school.� Juline said, rolling her eyes. �Hang on a minute and let me find the
entrance.� She narrowed her eyes and
seemed to be glaring at spacspace between the platforms. �There it is,� she said, indicating the brick
wall they were approaching.

Passing through the barrier, they
encountered the majestic site of the Hogwarts Express. Faking awe for a moment, they settle down on
a bench to wait for the boarding signal.

�I can�t beliwe�rwe�re actually
here early� Chris marveled. �It�s a sign
of the Apocalypse.�

�Well, there ARE four of us...� Rini commented.

The grumbling of stomachs
interrupted the laughter. Sighing,
Juline stood up. �I wonder if English
wizards have heard of concession stands.
I�ll be back. Don�t let anyone
near the Luggage and try to remember we�re undercover so don�t draw any
unnecessary attention.�

�Look
who�s talking, Ms. Pyro,� Emily muttered, rolling her eyes at her sister�s
retreating back.

As Juline wandered further down the
platform in search of food -- preferably some that tasted like food, this was England
after all -- she studied the people she passed, noting anyt tha that seemed
interesting. Almost to the far end of
the platform, she gave up and began turning to head back to the others. �They better have something on the train�
bloody English wizards�� As she spun
around she caught a flash of silver in a shady alcove. Pausing to take a better look, she saw a
tall, elegant looking man and a boy about her supposed age � fifteen or
sixteen. Both had an unusual shade of
silver blond hair, pale skin, and an aristocratic demeanor. They looked enough alike that they were
probably father and son. Juline smiled
�If it weren�t for the older man�s sour expression, he�d be a nice roll in the
hay.� Juline
reappeared with an expression halfway between worry and excitement on her
face. �Well, this should be interesting�� She headed back to where the others waited,
completely forgetting her quest for food.

After several minutes of dodging
students carrying suitcases and pushing trolleys overflowing with trunks and
other types of luggage, she finally spotted her sisters sitting on a bench�but
no Chris.

�Where�s that flake of a
fairy? I haven�t been gone that long.�

Both Rini with Emily looked at
their approaching sister with amused expressions and pointed towards the
entrance where Chris was glomping a large furry animal.

�Not again,� Juline groaned as she
rushed over to rescue the poor creature, which looked to be having trouble
breathing. �Chris, let go of the dog.�

�Puppy!�

�Chris, that�s a full grown dog.�

�Puppy!�

�Chris, it�s not a puppy and I
think you�re scaring his owner,� she said smiling up at the panicked looking
boy with dark hair. �I swear she�s had
all her shots, she�s just very fond of��
Juline glanced back at the poor animal and suddenly got a strange
expression on her .�True.� Emily agreed,
snapping her fingers and casting a silencing charm on the bickering duo before
World War Three broke out� again.

�I�m assuming Juline�s spidy-sense went off again. You are the last two to worry about being
early for anything and if you high-tailed it out of that conversation any
faster you would have left skid marks.�
Rini commented, quirking an eyebrow.
�What�s up?�

Juline crossed her arms and glared at Emily who snapped her
fingers and ended the spell. �I�ll
explain on the train. Chris, grab the
Luggage before it wanders away. What
possessed you to buy a chest made of sapient pearwood anyway?�

�It was cute, and that odd looking man in the �Wizzard� hat
was selling it cheap,� Chris replied.

Juline rolled her eyes. �You have the weirdest ideas of what makes
things cute. Let�s get going before that
guy looks our way.�

Several hours into the seemingly
eternal train ride, the four American witches beto gto get cabin fever. Relieving the snack cart lady of her stock
probably didn�t help, as the middle of a sugar rush is the worst time to get
bored.

�Juline, I think your portal system
has totally spoiled us. I don�t know
what to do with all this down time.�
Chris complained.

�Yeah, this undercover stuff sucks,� Rini
added. �I vote Juline opens a portal
home and we don�t come back until we�re almost to Hogwarts. At least that way I won�t go nuts.�

�Hmm� portalling to and from a
moving target?� Juline mused
sarcastically. �A portal between here
and the Midwest USA is draining enough, given the distance involved. Are you volunteering for the experiment,
Rini?�

�Not yet, but give me another hour
and I might have gone stir crazy enough to attempt it.�

�It�s not like there�d be anything
to do at home anyway,� Emily chimed in.es'>
�We�ve tied up all the loose ends and brought most of our stuff with
us.�

Chris flicked her wrist and conjured
a deck of cards. �Anyone up for a game
of B.S.?� As she began dealing the cards
a scream pierced the wall separating their compartment from the next one. Eager to have something to do, the
girls jumped up and raced to see what was happening next door leaving cards
swirling in the wind.

Rini, the speed demon, arrived first
and flung the door open. Inside was an
odd assortment of young people. Emily,
keeping a somewhat cooler head, studied the occupants. She noted the prefect badges on the robes of
the girl with the brown hair and the boy with red hair. A girl with waist-length ash-blond hair
seemed to be having convulsions, but the giggles that escaped proved them to be
non-life threatening. Her gaze almost
passed over the boy seated next to the blond until she noticed the plant in his
hands. �A Mimbulus mimbletonia,� she
thought. �That�s a rare plant to see,
especially one in the hands of a high school kid.� She made a mental note to find out where he
did his plant shopping. Another girl
looked at the newcomers with a curious expression. With her flaming hair she must have been related
to the first boy, the prefect. A third
boy looked up from a magazine he�d been reading. Green eyes peered at the girls in the doorway
through wire frame glasses. Chris and
Juline recognized Harry from their meeting in the station and smiled at him.

�Hi Harry!� Chris said, grinning. �What�s all the commotion?�

�We heard a scream and came to
investigateulinuline explained.

�That was just Luna laughing.� Harry said.

�That was laughter?� Rini muttered under her breath. Poking Juline in the ribs, she spoke up, �So
who�s your friend? Aren�t you going to
introduce us?�

�Rini, Emily, this is Harry Potter,�
Chris said, giving the two a glance.
�Harry, this is Emily and the pushy one is Rini. They�re sisters and Juline�s cousins.�

�It�s nice to meet you.� Harry replied. �That�s Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger,
they�re my best friends and Gryffindor�s fifth year prefects,� he said,
indicating the red haired boy and the brunette girl next to him. �This is Neville Longbottom, a fellow
Gryffindor fifth year, and Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw fourth year,� he nd
td
towards the boy with the plant and the blond still struggling to contain her
laughter. �And this is Ginny Weasley,
Ron�s little sister, and a Gryffindor fourth year.� He gestured to the red haired girl, and then
turned to his friends. �Guys, this is
Chris, Juline, Emily, and Rini,� the Americans each waved at the mention of
their name. �They are the American
exchange students your mum mentioned. I
ran into them when I was waiting for you two to show up.� Harry exchanged a glance with Ron and
Hermione.

�It�s nice to meet you all.� Rini�s smile widened a bit. �So what happens on this train to pass the
time? I�m going nuts cooped up with
these three.�

�Not much. There�s some people doing last minute
homework, a couple compartments are playing card and board games, and at least
three where everybody�s napping.� Ron
said.

�Well, we�re about due for our
traditional interruption, anyway. Have a
seat. Malfoy may be a prat, but he never
fails to liven up our trip.� Harry
gestured towards the extra space the train provided.

�Shall we play a game while we
wait?� Chris suggested. �I left the cards half dealt in our
compartment.� The others nodded and she
slid out the door, returning with two decks of cards a moment later. �Harry, does this Malfoy person have blond
hair and two Neanderthals following him?
Because if that�s him, he just entered the car and is heading this way.�

�Calling Crabbe and Goyle
Neanderthals is an insult to cave people everywhere,� Ron said snidely.

The door opened revealing
a smirking young man with blond hair and his two cronies. Juline recognized him as the boy she had seen
in the alcove and who had almost seen her.

�What do you want,
Malfoy?� Harry said in an odd tone.

�Manners Potter, or I�ll
have to give you a detention,� drawled Malfoy with a smirk. �You see, I, unlike you, have been made a
prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out
punishments.�

�Yeah,� said Harry, �but
you, unlike me, are a git, so get out and leave us alone.�

As the Gryffindors
laughed, Juline and Chris nodded approvingly at the comeback, drawing Malfoy�s
attention to the girls.

�And what�s this? A Mudblood convention?� Malfoy demanded arrogantly. �Whoever you are you should choose some new
friends. Potter will only get you in
trouble.�

�Mudblood? Did he just call me a Mudblood?� Chris asked in a quiet voice.

�He�s done it now,�
Juline stated, inching away from her friend.
�That�s her �seriously pissed off� voice.�

�You should guard your
tongue better, Malfoy, especially when you don�t know who you�re
insulting. I doubt you can get any more
�pureblooded� than a LeFaye�� Chris
trailed off as she watched Malfoy�s eyes bug out. She saw Hermione�s jaw drop out of the corner
of her eye and smirked. ��Or a Belmont,
for that matter. Right, Juline?�

�My advice, kid, is to
get out now. Before she does something
you�ll regret.� Juline said with a
smirk. �And I�ll have to clean up.� She added under her breath.

Malfoy paled and he took a step
back, bumping his left arm against Goyle.
Juline thought she was the only one who caught the wince and the pain
that flashed in the boy�s eyes. He
stiffened and delivered a parting shot before disappearing into the
corridor. �Whatever. Just watch yourself, Potter, because I�ll be dogging
your footsteps in case you step out of line.�

Rini reached over and slammed the
door shut behind Malfoy and his Goon Squad.
�You were right, he did liven this trip up.� She turned back to the group to see Ron,
Ginny, Neville, and Luna staring at the Americans. �What?
Do I have chocolate on my face or something?�

Emily quirked an eyebrow at the
looks that passed between Harry and Hermione.
She got the distinct feeling she missed something in Malfoy�s last
comment. The two shared a look that said
�later� and turned their attention back on their new friends.

lasslass=MsoBodyTextIndent style='text-indent:0in;line-height:normal'> �What was that about? Why�d Malfoy freak out when he heard your
names?� Harry asked.

�You�ve never heard about the LeFaye
and Belmont Clans?� Ginny was
shocked. �What did you do in History of
Magic? Sleep?�

A guilty look flashed across Harry�s
face. �With Professor Binns teaching,
it�s kinda hard not to. And all those
names blur together after a while.�

Hermione rolls her eyes. �Oh, honestly, Harry. The LeFaye Clan, as even Muggles know, were the
ones who gave King Arthur the sword Excalibur.
They are also said to be the caretakers of Avalon. They�ve been a powerful, influential
Wizarding Family since before the time of Merlin.�

�I don�t know why people keep
referring to Uncle Merlin like that.
We�re all that good; he just chose to be more obvious about it.� Chris stated, coming out of
kill-the-SOB-or-at-least-scare-the-crap-out-of-him mode.

�And they�re all so modest
about it too,� Juline quipped, rolling her eyes.

Hermione just continues her
lecture. �And the Belmont Clan has been
slaying demons and vampires for centuries.�

�We�re damn good at it too,� Juline
chimed in.

�Now who�s modest?� Chris playfully sniped.

�Shut up, you fairy,� snapped the
eldest Belmont.

�Are they always like this?� Ginny a Rin Rini.

�This is nothing. You should see them when they aren�t worried
about property damage,� Rini replied.
�Knock it off you two! I�d like
to play at least one hand before we get to Hogwarts.�

�Fine,� Chris sighed. �The name of the game is B.S. First one out or with the fewest cards when
the whistle blows wins.�

�I�m
not very good at this game,� Emily admitted.
�I�ll go see if that snack cart has restocked. If not, I�m sure we�ve got some leftovers in
our compartment.� She ducked out of the
room in search of the trolley as Chris began dealing.

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Emily wandered down aisle to looking
for the woman with the cart. Before she
reached the end of it, she remembered the Quidditch book she wanted to show Ron
was back in the compartment. It turned
out that he, too, was a major Quidditch fan.
I�d better grab it now before I
forget, she thought. She ducked in and began rummaging through her
things.

�I know it�s here somewhere,� she
mumbled, turning over her robes and things in her bag. �Ah-ha! Excellent!� She exclaimed as she discovered her book Quidditch:
Strategies of Champions. She
turned and hurried out of the compartment right into a rather tall, burly,
young man. The force of the collision,
and the fact that they were moving, managed to send him backwards with Emily
landing on top, the book in her hands flying askew. Once she realized what had happened, Emily turned
bright red with embarrassment.

�Oh my Lord! I�m so sorry!� she pleaded, mortified. He was really hot and this was extremely
embarrassing. �Did I hurt you? I�m really sorry; I wasn�t paying attention
and��

�It�s alright, I�m just fine,� he
interrupted, blushing slightly himself.
�I wasn�t really paying attention myself.� Emily�s eyes couldn�t help but go wide at the
sound of his beautiful, thick Scottish burr.
She loved that accent. In truth,
Emily loved most accents, but the ones from the UK
and IrelandShe was so taken
that she forgot what she was doing and was startled when he spoke again.

�Umm, would mind getting off of me
now please? Iuldnuldn�t look very good
if someone came along and found a student on top of the new professor,� he
laughed slightly. Realizing again the
extremely awkward position they were still in, Emily grew twice as red as
before, if that�s even possible.

�Oh , I�, I�m so sorry,� she
stammered for what seemed like the hundredth time. Then she set about trying to stand up without
putting her hands anywhere she�shouldn�t.
Finally after much apologizing and awkward movements, they were finally
able to stand and face each other.

�Again, I�m really sorry Professor�er�I�m
sorry, what was your name?� Emily asked
awkwardly.

�Sorry, Oliver Wood, uh, I mean
Professor Wood. I�m still not used to
it. I�ll be taking over for Madam Hooch
with flying lessons and Quidditch games and such,� he explained, and then he
noticed the book that had fallen in their collision and grabbed it
quickly. �Quidditch: Strategies of
Champions! This went out of print
years ago! How did you get it? Are you a big fan?� he asked looking more and
more amazed and excited at the same time.

�Yes, I�m a huge fan! I absolutely love the game. The book was umm�my father�s. He enjoyed the sport very much too. I�m Emily Belmont, by way,way,� she said
extending her hand, �I�m just transferring to Hogwarts this year from the U.S.�

�It�s very nice to meet you, Emily,�
he said, taking her hand and then looking at the book again. �I�m curious as to how your father got this;
it�s been out of print over fifty years.�

�My grandfather must�ve given it to
him then�I don�t really know, my parents died when I was quite young,� Emily
stammered. �Did you say your name was
Oliver Wood? Didn�t you play for Pudmere
United?� she asked in a desperate attempt to avoid the subject of where the
book came from.

�Yes, I did. I can�t believe you know that. I didn�t really play with them that
long. I�m in more of a
called-up-when-needed position now after my last injury. I needed a break and Dumbledore offered me
this position,� he explained.

�Ah, yes, that does sound like Uncle Albus.�

�What?�

�Nothing. Well, I really must get back to my compartment;
I want to change before we arrive. It
was really nice to meet and I can�t tell you how sorry I am for falling on
you,� Emily said still quite embarrassed.

�Please, don�t even think of
it. If anyone was going to fall on me,
I�m glad it was you,� he said. Then
blushing again, realizing, �I, um, would really like to talk with you again�about
Quidditch, you know.�

Emily smiled, �I would like that a
lot. Perhaps I�ll let you borrow my
book sometime, and then we could go over the more interesting parts�together.�

Oliver smiled back, �I look forward
to it. Good-bye.�

�Bye,� she watched as he turned to
go back down the aisle, then in a half dreamy state wandered back to the
compartment to rejoin her companions.

Emily wandered into the compartment,
and almost tripped over Rini who was struggling to button her blouse and tie
her shoes at the same time. The older
two were still in their street clothing, eyeing the uniforms with identical
expressions of disgust; mainly over the fact that they had to wear pleated
skirts.

�Chris, are you thinking what I�m
thinking?� Juline asked.

�If it involves transfiguring these
monstrosities into something wearable, then yes,� Chris replied.

�This coming from the two who were
constantly reminding Emily and me about being low key and not drawing attention
to ourselves,� Rini grumbled indignantly.

�Do as I say, not as I do,� Juline
replied. �And there�s no rule about
girls wearing boys uniforms. It just
says you must have a school uniform. And
we will.� Juline turned back to the
uniforms, digging in her pocket for the almost forgotten wand. �Oh, and it will be a pain, but we�ve got to
remember to use these things.� Juline
waved her wand and the skirt lengthened and split down the middle forming a
pair of slacks. �Your turn, Chris.� Juline turned around and spotted Emily
unpacking her uniform. �Hey, now that Emily�s
back I�ve got thinthing to tell you. You
remember that Malfoy kid, right?�

�Who could forget that arrogant,
presumptuous prick?� Chris vented.

�I see you do. Good.
Well, this isn�t the first time I�ve seen him. Remember when we were waiting for the train
and I left to find food? As I was
walking, I spotted a father and son in a shady alcove. To make a long story short, it looked like
they were arguing. The father was being
more physical about it than was necessary, if you catch my drift. Anyway, the kid was Malfoy.�

�That doesn�t excuse what he
said.� Chris huffed.

�I know, but that�s not the whole
story. He knew I was there.� Juline said.

�What are you talking about? It�s kinda hard to miss someone with your
hair wearing Muggle clothing in the middle of a Wizarding train station, even
with the crowd.� Rini asked, puzzled.

�Too
soon to tell. But, he�s definitely one
to watch. For more than one reason, it
seems.�

Harry,
Ginny, Neville, and Luna were also changing into their uniforms. Ron and Hermione had already left to join the
other prefects. Harry, unable to talk to
Ginny in front of Neville and Luna, was pondering Malfoy�s parting words. Was the use of the word �dogging� a deliberate
choice or was it just coincidence? Did
Malfoy know? Did his father know? That rat, Pettigrew, could have told the
Deatheaters anything. They might even
tip off the Ministry to Sirius� hiding place.
Harry was beginning to work himself into a panic, when he felt a gentle
hand on his lderlder.

�I might not be my brother, but I�m
still your friend. You can talk to me if
anything�s wrong.� Ginny offered
quietly.

�I�m just worried about Snuffles,�
Harry replied. �I haven�t been away from
him for this long since I got him.�

�Well,
don�t. Snuffles will be fine. He�s a tough old dog.� Ginny smiled.
�And don�t listen to Malfoy either.
He�s full of it, as usual.�

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