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Brownies For Breakfast	By : Sugarholics Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter Eight: Cabs, Clinging and Cookies

DISCLAIMER: You know Harry Potter and his friends and teachers and the whole world that he exists in? Yeah, they aren't ours, and more's the pity. They belong to the utterly brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling-the lucky gal! We will return everybody and everything in a mostly recognizable state when we're done playing! We promise!

Cass here! If you don't know by now that Cass is Renee (me!!!) and Lex is Sarah; you haven't been paying much attention have you? Oh, and we're inserting a few new Original Characters into the story: our dear siblings! Well, some of them anyway. No way in hell I'm subjecting any part of the world to all fifteen or so of my sibs! Anyway, the insanity continues! And just to let you know, the chapter jumps around a bit, so...yeah...try to keep up! Enjoy!
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***Sunday Morning***

Utter chaos reigned in 12 Grimmuld Place. It was ten twenty a.m. and almost everyone was rushing around like chickens with their heads cut off.

"Gods above, it's crazy around here," Renee said to Sarah as they stood side by side against the kitchen counter.

"They are all running around like bunch of decapitated chickens," Sarah agreed, watching as Ron tossed a muffin to Ginny as he ran by, one shoe in his hand and the other untied on his foot; his other hand holding the jellied toast that was supposed to be his breakfast.

"That actually is a very disturbing and more than slightly nauseating mental image when you think about it. Not to mention messy," Renee said as they stepped out of Ron's way as he came barreling by again for the trio of books he had left on the table.

"Ew! Bugger," the redhead snapped as he spit out the attempted bite of shoe he had just taken, glaring at his jelly-slathered toast as if it had made him do it. Wolfing down the edible handful in two massive bites, he pulled his other shoe on and had the forethought to stop and tie it after only tripping once.

"Mrs. Weasley, I can't find my trunk!" Hermione called down from the third floor already fully dressed.

"It's here on the second floor landing, dear," the matron called loudly in response.

"The cabs are here!" Fred and George called in unison as they came back inside.

"Get a move on you lot!" Arthur bellowed up the staircase, wincing as someone's trunk slid down the stairs and crashed into the wall on the second story landing.

Until then the portrait of Mrs. Black had remained eerily quiet, but set to bellowing a moment later. "What is that hideous screeching?" Sarah asked, moving to the side as Fred and George grabbed their luggage and scooped it up to haul it outside to the waiting cabs.

"Mrs. Black's portrait," Harry answered as he and Ron struggled with one trunk to get it out onto the front stoop.

"Why is she yelling?" Renee had to yell herself to make herself heard over the offensive art.

"She doesn't like anyone!" Ginny's response was nearly lost in the commotion as she came down the stairs.

"Isn't there a spell to shut her up?" Sarah yelled to Mrs. Weasley, wincing as she heard a particularly vile phrase screeched.

"Spells don't work on her!" Mrs. Weasley shouted back in response motioning for Harry and Ron to set their trunks down on the floor since talking was near impossible.

"What about wandless?" Renee asked, wondering if she still had the earplugs they had gotten on the airplane somewhere handy-the ones she hadn't played Tiddly Winks with into her empty drink cup seven hours into the flight.

"What?!" Mrs. Weasley asked. "I didn't hear you!"

"What set her off?" Harry shouted over the irritation as Ron set his trunk on top of Harry's.

"Harry! Give us a hand!" Renee said as an idea struck, grabbing his and Sarah's hands and pulling them towards the screaming portrait.

"What are we doing?" Sarah nearly had to scream to be heard over the furious witch now spewing horrible words at the three young people standing in her line of sight.

"Wandless spell to shut her up!" Renee said, extending her hands out to the portrait who only scowled and screeched louder obscenities.

"What spell?" Harry asked sharply as the foul, framed female switched to verbally abusing the late Sirius Black.

"Silencio," Sarah recalled the spell she had tried the previous evening on Renee with an inward grin as Harry's expression darkened at the painted witch's words and all nodded in agreement. "On three?" Counting three down on her hand, they cast the spell in unison at the top of their lungs, the house falling blessedly silent. Harry, Sarah, and Renee exchanged a look of surprise as they watched Mrs. Black's mouth moved in soundless fury.

"It worked!" Renee exclaimed in a whisper, doing a quick happy dance as soon as she was sure neither Snape nor his son were in the room to mock her for doing so.

"Wow," Harry nodded, smirking in delight when Mrs. Black's portrait continued mouthing words to no avail, screaming herself blue in the face much to his amusement. "I'll have to remember that wandless spells work."

"What's the hold up?" George demanded as he and Fred stuck their heads in the door once again, looking slightly confused at the disco-pointing Renee who flushed and let her arms drop to her sides.

"Hey, she shut up!" Fred looked amazed as he walked into the house to grab more luggage. "Who made Mrs. Black shut her gob?"

"Not important!" Mr. Wealsey said, levitating several trunks down the stairs before him. "Let's get these loaded into the cab." Renee did one quick hip wiggle of joy and bit her thumb at the still silent portrait, grinning as Mrs. Black's eyes widened at the insult and drummed her painted fists against the confines of her canvas, her mouth forming words but no sounds.

"Stop dancing, Cass," Sarah sighed tossing Renee her first bag as she swung out of the kitchen. "And get your crap to the curb."

Five minutes later everyone's luggage and familiars were loaded in the third cab. "Who is going with whom?" Mr. Wealey asked the eight schoolbound now leaving the house.

"Why don't the Golden Trio and Ginny ride in one and we'll ride in another since there is only two available taxis?" Sarah suggested.

"Good idea," Mrs. Wealsey nodded. "Come on then you lot!" she herded them to the cabs.

"Come on Renee!" Sarah called as Mr. Wealey climbed in the passenger seat in the front of the first cab.

"Hold on!" Renee called back, motioning to the three drivers. "One hundred pounds each on top of what they pay you if we're there in less than twenty minutes," she said, handing them each several bills. "I trust you understand?" she smiled as all three cabbies tipped their hats and hurried to their cars. "And now I have less than a hundred pounds to my name. As both Sarah and Draco leaned out of the cab to snap at her, Renee pocketed her remaining petty cash and stuck out her tounge at her irate friends. "Calm down, Lex, I'll be in there in two seconds," Renee said as she reached the cab. Climbing into the first cab with Stefan, Draco and Sarah to her left; Renee smiled and shut the door firmly, pressing the lock down. "Lock your door," Renee said to Stefan, glancing at her watch. "The clock is ticking, sir," Renee said with a smile to the cabbie in front of her. The cabbie nodded and bucked himself in firmly, adjusting his rearview mirror and grinning as the other two drivers waved out their windows and started their engines.

"I don't see how we'll make it on time," Mr. Weasley said as he buckled his belt. "The station is almost half an hour away."

"Luck. We have it in spades," Renee said as the engine turned over and they roared away from the curb, the second cab only a few spare inches behind them.

"Good heavens!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed gripping the dashboard so hard his hands went white.

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Fourteen minutes flat later, three cabs screeched up to the curb of King's Cross Station. "Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, stumbling from the vehicle as quickly as he could. "Crazier than the Knight Bus!" he scowled, hurrying to grab several luggage carts stumbling as his legs shook.

"We got here on time," Mrs. Weasley said, easing herself from the car and straightening her blouse. "That is the important thing." Harry and Hermione exchanged a smiling glance as they unbuckled themselves and caught their breath.

The three drivers hustled to help them unload the luggage before the others had managed to unfolded themselves from the cabs. "Thank you for getting us here so quickly," Mr. Weasley said, flushed and grinning like a boy after a roller coaster.

"That has to be one of the fastest cab rides on record," Sarah said, glancing to Renee. "What did you do?"

Renee grinned innocently and said nothing, turning her attention to the cabbie that had driven their cab. "Miss?" he took his hat off and nodded to Sarah, Draco and Stefan in acknowledgement, much to their confusion. "You ever need a cab again, give me call," he said, handing her a card with his name and cell number on it.

Renee looked at the card and smiled up at the redheaded man. "Of course Mr. O'Bannon," she said, pocketing the card and glancing at the occupied Mr. and Mrs. Weasley briefly.

"Patrick," he corrected, holding his hand out to shake.

"Renee Tigris. I will call when next I am in London, Patrick. Have a wonderful day," she said shaking his hand firmly and turning towards the station, smirking as he found the twenty pound note left in his hand.

"Thank you Ms. Tigris!" he called to them, waving his hat furiously over his head. "Thank you very much!"

"What did you do, Tigris?" Draco demanded as they entered the station where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were waiting, hurrying with their luggage carts through the crowds. Stefan and Renee had their luggage on one cart, Draco and Sarah on another.

"Nothing much," Renee grinned as they passed Platforms Four and Five, Draco trying to weave through the crowd with Sarah to come in front of Stefan and Renee.

"You don't get that kind of service for doing 'nothing much'," Stefan scowled over at her, not fooled by the innocent grin she shot his direction.

"You'd be surprised how tipping can earn you friends in the service industry," Renee said as they nearly ran through the crowds of the station behind Sarah and Draco. Ginny and Hermione were in the front of the madcap procession of doubled-up luggage carts-Mrs. Weasley leading them, with Harry and Ron weaving through the crowd not far behind; Draco and Sarah glared most of the pedestrian traffic out of their way with Stefan and Renee not far behind them.

"He was happy because you tipped him?" Draco asked as they dodged around a group of old ladies like a well- coordinated flock of birds.

"Yup," Renee said as they passed Platform Seven at a near run.

"How much did you tip him?" Sarah asked as they saw Harry and Ron disappear into the wall suddenly and Ginny and Hermione nowhere in sight.

"Him specifically or all three of them all together?" Renee asked as they reached Mrs. Weasley who had been at the head of them. Draco started pushing the cart faster, at a near run, dragging Sarah along through the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10. Sarah let out a slight squeak as they went through, her arm reappearing briefly as she reached back to smack Draco on the back of the head.

Renee and Stefan both stopped suddenly as Draco and Sarah disappeared through the wall, their luggage continuing with their momentum and crashing to the ground with a great smash that drew looks from most of the passers by. With the help of Mrs. Weasley they quickly loaded their luggage back onto the cart and were propelled towards the wall their friends had disappeared through.

"Head straight for the wall between Platforms Nine and Ten," Mrs. Weasley instructed, gently shoving Stefan and Renee forward.

"And for my next trick I walk on water," Renee mumbled under her breath with a glance to Stefan who only cleared his throat to hide a chuckle. "And don't miss the water into wine! Such a great vintage," she whispered to him as they picked up the pace.

"I'd pay money to see that," he smirked as he walked a bit faster.

"Go on then! You only have a few minutes!" Mrs. Weasley hissed, shoving them forward.

"Okay..." they stumbled into a jog and Renee shut her eyes as they went through the wall, her hands clenching on the cart. "You can, like, open your eyes now, dudette," Stefan drawled, smirking at her. "We walked through the wall." The activity on Platform Nine and Three Quarters was not that different from the Muggle surroundings it was hidden within. The steam still billowed from the engine car, passengers still hurried to and fro. Travelers still waved good-bye enthusiastically from the windows of the train as others shuffled to place their luggage in the proper location for it to be brought aboard.

"Beam me up Scotty," Renee managed, smiling when Stefan chuckled over the Trekkie reference. Three seconds and less steps later she was tripping over a loose cobblestone and falling to the ground without reliquishing her grasp on the luggage cart, her legs skinning over the walkway as she dangled from the cart. "Stop walking, moron!" she snapped as Stefan glanced to his right at some gather of people. Stefan continued another step or two before he realized Renee had spoken.

"What up, dudette?" he inquired in Cali-tone, turning back expecting to see Renee and looking utterly confused when he didn't. "What the...? Like, where'd you go?"

"Down here, Captian Genius," Renee spat as he stopped walking long enough for her to get her feet under her. "You suck," she scowled, praying she didn't look like she had just been dragged several feet across the Platform-which of course she had. Any further conversation between Stefan and Renee was wisely silenced as the Weasley parents' feet became visible.

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Sarah nearly stumbled through the wall that was the barrier between the Muggle Platform and their destination, but sheer will kept her on her feet. As they hurried to take their luggage carts to the house elves currently loading various trunks onto the train, they unwittingly became the center of attention.

"Gods above, Wombat, we have ten minutes still! Are you trying to find a mirror to break or something?" Sarah snapped as they left the luggage cart with the others.

Draco glared at her and shook his head. "The train leaves promptly at eleven and since I do not own a flying car like the Weasleys, I strive to be punctual. And I have people to find," he added, when Sarah only looked confused at the mention of a flying car.

"Why, you subject your presence to more than just the Golden Trio?" Sarah scowled as he boarded the train before her. "And haven't you ever heard of letting a lady go first?" she asked, slightly surprised when he paused and held the door open for her. "Uh, thanks..." she said walking past him and into the crowded hall of the train. Compartments lined one side and upon seeing Draco, several of the heads peering out of their compartments quickly disapeared, often with a squeak of fear. "Well, at least I know that they're used to seeing your mug around here," Sarah smirked, tossing a look at him over her shoulder, "they hide just in case it is catching."

"Keep in mind that I am Head Boy now," he bit out, pinning the gold badge to his cloak and glaring at the maker of acidic comments.

"Oh Gods above! More to your ego?" Sarah smirked, turning back to glance at a group of half a dozen girls currently whispering and glancing at them, black looks shot at him and curious looks towards her, or most of them were.

"Hey, look, Malfoy has a new witch with him," Theodore Nott caught the whisper as he passed, ducking into the 'offical' Slytherin compartment when he saw Draco and Sarah step onto the train, nodding in greeting to several old friends with a scowl brought on by the thought of the blonde.

"So, Malfoy's brought a toy to school?" one boy asked, looking to Blaise Zabini for a confirm or deny.

"Who cares?" Nott snapped before Blaise could reply. "He's not going to be the Prince of Slytherin this year," he scowled. "Changes occur all the time," Nott continued, slipping out of compartment with a trio of boys following him. "Malfoy is a right git," Nott snapped, stepping around a young blonde boy and haulting inside the doorway of an empty compartment, his back to the hallway as his little flock of mindless younger years filed into the an empty compartment. "The pretty boy is hauling around some tart this year and she's most likely some Mudblood slut," he spat, glaring down the hallyway as Malfoy and his 'tart' headed their way, smirking when Draco ducked into the compartment with Sarah now in tow. "I bet he's going to get head from his two little cronies and share his witch with Zabini," Nott said, turning and exiting into the hallway, sure the trio would follow. "Not that I put much faith in his ability to score with anything other than his palm, Mr. Junior Death Eater himself," he smirked, turning to share the joke with his friends only to be slapped into the wall.

"Moron," the tanned witch who smacked him muttered, stalking past him when he didn't move from the floor for a moment or two. Her American accent was obvious to him as his friends pulled him to his feet. "I wouldn't be talking about others so poorly when you have so many obvious shortcomings yourself," she snapped, flicking her hair over her shoulder and stalking down the hall in a doubletime walk, running head-first into someone.

"Abby!" Nott heard someone exclaim and watched the girl be hugged before he reached the Slytherin compartment, pausing to glare at Malfoy through the window, seeing the 'tart' from eariler with her back to him.

"Prat," Nott growled, ducking into a nearby compartment as the train whistle blew, signaling the last moments before departure.

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"Changes occur all the time," Blaise mimmicked with a roll of his eyes. "Yeah?" Blaise sighed and looked at Crabbe and Goyle and shook his head. "Unfortunately, some things never change," he said with a thumb stuck out in the general direction Nott had gone, "he never get's any smarter," he smirked, his eyebrow going up as he saw Sarah pull Draco along the corridor. "Hey Malfoy!" Zabini stuck his head out of the compartment and grinned at the 'thank whatever deity did this' expression that danced briefly across his friend's face.

"Come on," Draco said, taking Sarah's hand firmly and pulling her to the open door. "Zabini, you remember Pishon," Draco said as they ducked in the door.

"Is she the moo?" Goyle said questionably, his head tilted to one side as he seemed to be thinking quite hard.

"Not her," Draco said offhandedly, nearly crashing into the window when Sarah smacked him upside the head with a frown.

"You called Cass a cow?" she snapped, slamming the door shut so her voice didn't carry on the train.

"No! Well, kind of, but that's before I got to know you two!" Draco said, relieved when Crabbe and Goyle intercepted Sarah before she could do any more physical harm to him.

"Actually, he called you two sows, but that's neither here nor there," Blaise said, grinning when Draco shot daggers at him with his eyes.

"I'll tell her and she'll kill you," Sarah said, sitting down next to Blaise and glaring at Draco as she adjusted her robes.

"Hello again my dear," Blaise purred smoothly, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her slightly closer.

"Did I ask to be molested?" she bit out, shoving his arm off her and standing. "I'm going to find the others. Coming Wombat?" she asked, noticing he was glaring at the door. "Who was that?" Sarah asked as the young man who had been in the glaring match with the blonde stalked off.

"Theodore Nott, a Slytherin and currently Draco's 'arch enemy' other than Potter," Zabini said, surprised when Draco stood as Sarah opened the door and stepped into the hall.

"I'm going to the Head car, as I'm supposed to. Go and find the others," Draco instructed, waving in farewell to Blaise as Crabbe and Goyle followed after him into the hall.

"Yes, Daddy," Sarah scowled in response, glaring at him when he only took her arm in his grip firmly and began walking, dragging her along, glancing into the compartments as they passed them.

"Keep in mind most of the people here have had years to learn many curses and other such things and though I know you learn quickly, staying with the Golden Trio might be the best idea, if only for the sake of everyone else," he said quietly, opening the door to the compartment where Harry, Ginny and Ron were.

"Hermione is already in the Head car," Harry said, tossing a chocolate frog at him, frowning when he tossed it back.

"Thanks but no," Draco said, pausing and sliding the door back open. "Allergic to chocolate. Got any Ice Mice left?" Draco nodded in thanks as Ginny tossed him one from Ron's small pile of candy that had been secreted in his cloak pocket.

"No promises on freshness!" Ron said around a bite of Chocolate Frog. "I think they've been there since the ride home last year.

"At least I'm not the only one," Draco said, pulling a squished box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from his pocket that was more than half gone and slightly tattered around the lid. "I kept forgetting about them and stuffed them in my pocket this morning." At the shriek of the whistle, he rolled his eyes. "Stay out of trouble, Pishon," he frowned, letting the door slam shut before she could respond.

"Brat," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head in refusal at the Chocolate Frog Harry offered her.

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"Ten fifty-five a.m.!" Mrs. Weasley said as she hurried through the barrier with Mr. Weasley, herding Stefan and Renee towards the others as Renee pulled herself off the ground.

"Get on board you two, your luggage is taken care of," Mr. Weasley said as he took the cart from them and Mrs. Weasley hustled them towards the nearest compartment door.

"Just find the others and you'll be fine. Send us a letter as soon as you're settled!" Mrs. Weasley commanded gently, tears springing to her eyes as she embraced both Stefan and Renee simultaneously and then shoved them towards the opening to embark onto the train.

"Like, why did she hug us?" Stefan asked in the surfer accent as he moved aside slightly to allow Renee to walk before him. "Are you getting on the train or are we going to stand here and be decorative all day?" he scowled in a whisper when she just looked at him and blinked repeatedly.

"Wouldn't you have to be attractive to be decorative, m'dear?" Renee frowned as she swept past him, looking left and right down the corridors of the train. As he stomped onto the train behind her he opened his mouth to retort, only to pull back slightly as she whirled around to face him. "By the way, thanks."

"Uh, for what?" he asked, slightly confused and taken aback by her sudden movement.

"For being a gentleman when we were getting on the train, of course. Silly, silly boy," she said with a slight smile. "Anyway, we should find the others," she frowned slightly in a lightining change of moods that made him wonder if she missed a dose of medication.

"What?" Stefan asked, still slightly confused by the rapidly changing moods of his current companion.

"Find the others and sit down?" Renee clarified, grabbing his hand and heading through the door to their right. "Just trust me okay? We'll find Wombat and Lex and hopefully the others. If not, well... We'll do the hula on top of the train or something."

"Uh...whatever," Stefan shrugged as he was tugged through the corridor, smiling slightly when Renee beamed an impish grin at him over her shoulder.

"And if I had said we'd run away and join the lesibian circus would that have been your answer?" she grinned as they squeezed past several students their age. He only rolled his eyes in reply, shaking his head when Renee chuckled.

"No," he said, attempting to free his hand as several people stared at them. "I would have said not again," Stefan smirked when Renee looked back at him, managing to get his hand free when she ran into someone two steps later.

"Ooo, sorry!" Renee said automatically catching the person she collided with. "Abby!" she cried, embracing the girl happily.

"Renee! Oh my god!" Abby said happily. "What're you doing here?" she squeaked in joy and hugged Renee again.

"Playing bowling for humans," Renee smirked, linking arms with her and leaning against the wall momentarily as they spoke. "What do you think?" she smirked, gesturing to the black robe-still slightly dusty from her eariler clumsiness much to her irritation. "I don't dress like this unless threatened or I lose a really BIG bet."

"That's so cool that we're going to school together!" Abby grinned, hugging Renee a third time and abruptly noticing Stefan standing behind them, watching the reunion with a quirked eyebrow. "Can I help you?" she inquired as she let go of Renee, one hand automatically going to her hip in an attidute that Stefan couldn't help but wonder who it reminded him of.

"Oh, intro is needed," Renee said, stepping between the now-scowling male and her friend. "Abigail Pishon, meet Stefan Snape, a Cali native shackled here too," Renee said, elbowing Stefan in the ribs when he seemed content to ignore the hand Abby offered.

"Pleased to meet you," he said with a nod of his head, stepping on Renee's foot in retaliation to the elbow in his ribs, irritated when she didn't react at all.

"That is my foot you're stepping on, thank you very much," came a male voice from behind them, an Irish accent firm in the irritated tone.

"I'm going to go find my sister now," Abby said, waving goodbye and wandering towards the front of the train.

"Bye Abby!" Renee called, turning around to face whoever Stefan had insulted now. "Get off his foot, dweeb," Renee scowled as she poked Stefan in the side. "Sorry about that, hon," she said to the young man.

"Not a problem. Are you one of the transfer students?" he asked. The boy had sandy blonde hair that was just a tad too long to be clean cut, with hazel eyes currently smiling at her.

"In a manner of speaking..." Renee said with a smile, glancing at Stefan when he scowled. "I'm Renee Tigris, by the way," she said looking after Stefan questionably when he walked off in a huff. "And Mr. Grouchy there is Stefan Tobias."

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Tigris," the smiling Irish young man said, looking up as the the train whistle shrieked. As the train lurched into motion Renee stumbled face first into his chest, much to his amusement and her embarassment. "My name is Seamus Finnigan, but please call me just Seamus," he said, setting her to rights as she flushed and dusted her cloak off, blushing. "It's not every day I have lovely ladies falling into my arms, so I think that today will be a very interesting day."

"Well then, just Seamus," Renee said when she was able to speak, her blush still tinging her cheeks with pink. "I think I'll go and find somewhere to sit before I end up tripping and falling face first out of the train, instead of onto an Irishman. And it's just Renee."

"I'll come with you," he said walking beside her. "Just Renee."

"Uh...okay then," Renee shrugged, waving briefly as Draco, Crabbe and Goyle walked closer to them.

"Malfoy," Seamus sneered, putting a protective arm around Renee's waist in reflex, ignoring the quick glare she shot him as she tried to remove his hand.

"Finnigan," Malfoy scowled at him and crossed his eyes in a childish greeting to Renee. "Tigris."

"Wombat," Renee said, sticking out her tounge at him as they passed by. "Later!" she called back to him as they walked further down the hall.

"Hopefully never!" Draco responded before he glared at a gaggle of first years crammed into one compartment, chattering nervously.

"You know Draco Malfoy?" Seamus demanded, not removing his hand from her waist as Theodore Nott stalked by, intentionally bumping into her. "Watch it Nott!" he snapped, glaring daggers at the bratty Slytherin.

"Yeah, we know one another," Renee said as she straightened and tried to get Seamus to let her go. "Uh, Seamus, you can let me go now..."

"I can, yes," he grinned impishly at her as he saw Harry stepping out of the compartment. "Hiya Harry! I've found a new friend."

"Hi Seamus, had a good summer?" Harry asked. "There you are Renee. We were about to send out a search party," Harry frowned slightly and slipped back into the train compartment.

"Is there anyone you haven't met?" Seamus frowned as Ginny, Hermione, and Ron all greeted her by name.

"Uh...yeah!" Renee said, shoving his hand off as Stefan scowled at them and opened the door. "Him!" she said, grasping the first person who happened within arm's reach. Grinning, she hauled her catch into the slightly cramped compartment and looked at him. The young man she held captive by the cloakfront scowled at her from above, a good six inches taller than her. "Well, hell, yeah I do know him," Renee scowled at the brown haired, dark eyed stranger who only opened his mouth to respond. "But he doesn't want to talk right now," Renee said, shoving him back out of the train compartment and slamming the door in his face. The hulking brunette flicked his middle finger up and pressed it against the scarred window of the door, stalking away when Renee returned the gesture in kind.

"Who was that?" Ginny asked as she and Ron shifted enough for Seamus and Renee to sit down.

"My baby brother," Renee sighed, looking up as Sarah came into the room. "Hey Lex, I ran into Abby and just saw Senor Smart-Ass."

"Ugh," Sarah replied, flopping down next to Harry and Stefan. "I haven't seen Abby yet, nor have I had the misfortune to run into that," she scowled in reference to Renee's sibling.

"So, I assume Senor Smart-Ass is your brother, right?" Stefan asked, still scowling at Seamus.

"Yup, one of three that I think are here. With any luck we won't see the other two until we get to the school," Renee said, catching the Chocolate Frog Harry tossed at her. "Thanks Harry."

"Renee!" a young boy of about eleven poked his head in the door and tackled Renee in a hug that sent her sprawling across the lap of Seamus and onto the floor.

"Ow," Renee mumbled as an exasperated boy could be heard out in the hall. "Bryon that hurt."

"Bryon, where did you go!" a blonde boy almost a carbon copy of Draco Malfoy save for his deep forest green eyes, smattering of freckles across his nose and dirty blonde hair past his shoulders poked his head in.

"Sarah!" the boy exclaimed, launching himself at Sarah in a similar fashion as his brother. "Oh hi Renee," he said, shaking his hair from his face and grinning so widely that his nose scrunched up slightly; beaming up at Ginny when she laughed.

"Oh hi Renee," Renee grumbled. "Get off me you miniature elephants!" she said, attempting to detatch Bryon from her when her other brother stood and hugged Sarah again. "Dweebs," Renee said, dusting herself off and sitting down next to Seamus once again. "Everyone, Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-duh here are my brothers: Sean and Bryon O'Brien. You vaugely saw the gargantuan beast that is Sean's twin Brooklyn. My sibs, and my burden to bear."

"You know you love us," Sean said, bumping Bryon out of the way to get to his older sister.

"Yeah, I'm required to by law, we have the same mother," Renee said with a mock scowl; hugging her brother tightly. "So, where's Tweedle-doy?" Renee asked in reference to Brooklyn.

"Maybe he fell off the train?" Bryon suggested helpfully.

"Bryon, that isn't nice," Renee frowned at her sibling as Sean slid up next to Ginny, already flirting heavily. "Hey, Cassanova, tone it down or I'll sick her brothers on you, one of which is next to her." Renee chuckled when Sean slid away from Ginny and aimed a smile at the now fiercly scowling Ron.

"Sorry 'bout that," Sean said, snagging the back of Bryon's cloak and starting to pull him from the room. "See you guys later!" As they exited the compartment, the massive brunette from earlier happened up.

"Hey Tweedle-doy," Renee said, waving at her third sibling.

"Fuck off," Brooklyn said in response.

"What, no hug for your sister?" Renee asked sweetly.

"Do I get to stab you in the back when I hug you?" he asked darkly, stepping into the compartment and ignoring the wands that Harry and Ron had drawn.

"No, but if I stand up, Seamus here might get his hand away from my ass," she said with a grin at the now pale Irish boy. "Put them away boys, he's my brother." Harry and Ron put their wands away but still watched him distrustfully.

"I...I..." Seamus was at a loss for words as Brooklyn loomed over him, scowling fiercely with his arms over his chest..

"Are you man-handling my big sister?" he scowled down at the older boy.

"N-no!" Seamus stuttered, his face going white. Sarah started laughing at the petirified look on Seamus' face, and Renee cracked a grin as well.

"Cool your jets, Brook," Renee said, shoving him away from Seamus and standing, grinning when the taller boy bopped her lightly on the head. "I was kidding. Gimme a hug and scram, baby brother," Renee said embracing her tall sibling.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch. Do you do anything else?" Brooklyn said with a smile, hugging Renee tightly.

"Yeah, annoy others and dance badly; both as often as possible. Go away. Make sure that Bryon stays out of trouble and you stay out of trouble too," Renee added as an afterthough, leaning against Seamus who kept his hands firmly on his lap-away from any of her anatomy that might cause him trouble.

"Nag, nag, nag," Sean sighed as he pulled Brooklyn from the compartment. "Later Sis," Sean called. "Bye Sarah," he said in a sing-song tone.

"Oy! Wait!" Renee called the odd trio back close to her. "No one knows that we are related. Now, let's keep it that way for as long as possible," she said quietly.

"So people don't make fun of us for having a crazy lady for a big sister, right?" Bryon asked uncertainly.

"Right Bryon. You don't want the insane stuff I do to be linked to ya'll do you?" Renee asked, embracing her youngest sibling again, and tousling the hair of the other two.

"Gods no," Sean shuddered. "My mouth is sealed!" he promised.

"Yeah, until you're offered food," Bryon quipped. The three disappeared, Bryon leading the twins on a quick dash, their laughter bouncing off the walls.

"Gotta love sibs," Renee sighed, finally letting the door slam shut. "Aw, poor Seamus," Renee said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I'd say I was sorry, but I wouldn't mean it, so I won't." When he glared at her, she grinned and sat next to him. "How 'bout I promise to try not to do it again?"

"Good enough," he grumbled, flushing slightly when she hugged him tightly and gave him another peck on the cheek.

"There, friends already," she said happily.

"This is going to be an insane year," Ron sighed, popping an entire cookie into his mouth at once.

"Don't chew with your mouth open," Renee and Hermione chided in unison as Hermione came into the compartment.

"And you might want to get your robes on as we'll be arriving soon," Hermione added, waving briefly to Seamus before leaving the compartment.

"Hogwarts had better be ready for a bunch of crazy Americans," Sarah smirked as she smoothed the wrinkles from her school robe and helped Ginny get hers on.

"One can only hope," Stefan said as he opened the window and looked at the now barely visible castle.

Cass here!
Hee hee, siblings. Fun, fun, fun. Or...well, mostly anyway. I've sort of done a bit of twisting of my sibs to suit my tastes, but it's only in age. Sean's really almost eleven not fifteen, but he's smarter than some I could mention. *cough-cough--BROOKLYN--cough-cough* Ahem. Damned allergies. *grins* Anyway, Bryon is only seven, but then he couldn't go to Hogwarts and what fun would that be?! So, yeah, tweaking of age-ness has taken place. And you've gotta love Abby. She such a sweetie! Of course, don't piss her off!
Love and hugs and all that jazz!
Cass

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