The last of the Dementors flickered away like a bad dream, their haunting presence vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. The compartment was now eerily calm—well, except for the hum of Harry's golden glow that still lingered in the air, like the aftermath of a fireworks display gone spectacularly right.
And that's when the door opened.
Professor Remus Lupin walked in, looking every bit like a guy who'd just wandered into a lion's den, only to find it turned into a kitten's playpen. His eyes widened as they locked onto Harry, who was standing in the center of a now very confused-looking group of students. If it wasn't for the fact that Harry was glowing like a human lightbulb, he might've looked like he was just casually basking in the afterglow of a victory. But, you know, no pressure or anything.
"Harry," Remus started, his voice wavering somewhere between 'what the heck just happened?' and 'I'm so glad you're okay'. "What in Merlin's name happened here?"
Harry, still riding the high of his victory over the Dementors, felt a grin creep onto his face. "Well, Remus," he said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that his heart was still racing, "the Dementors thought they'd crash our little train party. Jean and I... well, we sent them packing. I, uh, absorbed their energy."
Remus's eyebrows practically shot off his face. "Absorbed their energy? That's... That's... Harry, that's—"
"—Completely nuts, I know," Harry interrupted, his tone a bit sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck. "But, hey, it worked, didn't it? I felt the darkness they brought with them, and instead of letting it drag me down, I sort of... turned it around."
Jean, stepping forward like some kind of mystical sidekick, gave a nod of approval. "He was incredible, Professor. He totally saved us. I was just there for moral support."
Remus looked at the group of students, who were all now wide-eyed and on edge, and gave a soft sigh of relief. "I'm glad you're all safe," he said, sounding like a dad who'd just caught his kids doing something dangerous but impressive. "But Harry, absorbing Dementor energy—well, that's not something you can just do every day. How do you feel?"
Harry closed his eyes for a moment, doing a quick mental check. "Different. Stronger, but also... I don't know. Like my senses are all fired up. Like I can feel everything, even the air around me."
Remus ran a hand through his hair, thinking hard. "That's... remarkable, Harry. But we need to be careful. We don't know what kind of long-term effects absorbing that kind of energy will have on you. It's a powerful force."
Harry shrugged, trying to look cool, despite the weird swirl of energy humming beneath his skin. "I'll keep an eye on it. No worries."
Remus's face softened into a smile that reminded Harry of a safety net. "I know you will. Just—stay grounded, alright?"
As Remus started helping the students back to their seats, Harry found himself glancing over at Jean, who was giving him one of those approving nods that made him feel like a hero in a cheesy movie. Her eyes sparkled like she was about to break into a one-liner, but she just gave him a quick smile.
"That was amazing," Jean said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I think we make a pretty good team."
Harry felt his heart do a weird little flip, and he tried to play it off with a grin. "Guess we do. But I'm still trying to figure out how I pulled that off. Not exactly standard wizardry, huh?"
Before she could respond, Professor Lupin pulled a small slab of chocolate from his pocket, breaking it into pieces with the precision of a man who knew exactly how to handle Dementor-related trauma. "Here you go," he said, passing out the pieces like he was handing out prize tickets at a theme park. "Chocolate. It's the best remedy for the aftermath of a Dementor attack. Trust me, it works better than most spells."
The students, clearly more than happy to take the offering, eagerly grabbed their pieces. The sweet, comforting taste of chocolate filled the air, cutting through the lingering darkness like a warm hug. Hermione, who had been practically vibrating with nerves just a moment ago, gave Remus a grateful look.
"Thanks, Professor Lupin," she said, her voice steadier now, like the chocolate had worked its magic on her as much as on her nerves. "I didn't realize how much we needed that."
Remus gave her a small, understanding smile. "It's a simple solution. But sometimes, the simplest things are the best. Make sure you eat it all. It'll help."
As the students settled, the tension in the air started to fade. The train was once again moving, the rhythmic chug-chug of the wheels making everything feel a bit more... normal. Harry took a deep breath, feeling the remnants of the Phoenix Force still pulsing in his chest. With Jean at his side, and Remus ensuring everyone was okay, Harry couldn't help but feel like he was ready for whatever came next.
And, okay, maybe it was a little terrifying to have this new power coursing through him. But when you had Jean Grey in your corner and a squad of loyal friends, what could possibly go wrong?
As Remus started chatting with Susan Bones, who was sitting nearby, Harry turned to Jean, who was looking at him with that same appraising gaze. "You know," he said with a grin, "we make a pretty good team."
Jean raised an eyebrow. "You said that already."
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "but I think it's worth repeating." He leaned back in his seat, feeling the golden glow around him slowly ebb away. "Ready for the next adventure?"
Jean's eyes sparkled, and her smile was as mysterious as ever. "Always."
And with that, they sat back, ready to face whatever the world had in store for them next.
—
The train chugged along, the rhythmic sound of its wheels clicking over the tracks like the comforting beat of a familiar song. Harry leaned back into his seat, trying to shake off the weird mix of exhaustion and exhilaration that came with absorbing a Dementor's essence—because, of course, that was something you could just do. But hey, he was Harry Potter, and apparently, weird stuff followed him around like a bad smell. Still, as the tension in the compartment slowly melted away, he felt a small smile tug at his lips. He hadn't completely messed up, which, considering his track record, was honestly a win.
Hermione, ever the voice of reason (or at least the voice of "I can't believe you're doing something insane and I need to know every tiny detail about it"), turned to Harry. Her eyes sparkled with the kind of curiosity you usually saw in people who didn't have to save their friends from Dementor-induced death.
"So, Harry," she began, her voice full of interest, "what's it actually like? Absorbing all that Dementor energy?"
Harry scratched his head, wondering how to explain it. "Well, it's kind of like finding a really old treasure chest in your attic, you know? At first, you're like, 'This is definitely going to end with me being cursed to an early grave.' But then you realize, there's a lot of potential in there. I mean, it was dark and kind of terrifying at first, but now I feel like I've got this deep, untapped reservoir of strength. It's like... well, I don't exactly know what it is, but I can sense the darkness. And instead of letting it swallow me whole, I flipped it around and used it to, you know, keep us from freezing to death."
Ron, who'd spent the last few minutes looking like he was trying to comprehend how a single person could casually absorb Dementor energy like it was just another Wednesday, finally spoke up. "That's comforting," he said slowly, as if processing the information required a lot of extra brainpower. "Knowing we've got that kind of power on our side makes the whole 'Dementor' thing a bit less terrifying."
Jean, who had been standing in the aisle with her usual aura of quiet confidence (and let's be honest, a lot of glow), stepped forward with a smile that could only be described as 'completely full of admiration.' "Harry, with this kind of power, you're going to do amazing things," she said, her voice filled with the kind of sincerity that made Harry's stomach do this weird, happy flip. "I can feel it."
Harry grinned at her, feeling the warmth of her words settle in like an old friend. He was pretty sure that no matter how many times he faced down evil magic, it was moments like these—the quiet, unspoken support of his friends—that were going to keep him going. "Thanks, Jean. Honestly, with you guys around, I think I can face anything."
Hermione leaned forward, her brow furrowed in that way she did when she was deep in thought. "But—Harry," she said, her voice dipping into that academic mode that meant she was probably already about to drop some truth bomb that would make everything more complicated, "absorbing that kind of energy... it could have consequences, right? I mean, we don't know exactly what's happening inside you."
"Yeah, you might start glowing like the sun," Ron added helpfully, though the look on his face suggested he was really hoping that wasn't the case. "That'd be a bit... odd."
Hannah Abbott, who had been quietly nibbling on a chocolate bar (because really, who didn't keep chocolate in their bags for situations like this?), piped up from across the compartment. "And imagine the sunburn. I bet that'd be murder." She said it so casually, it almost sounded like she was trying to make the idea of Harry being way too bright for normal human eyes into something normal. It was kind of comforting, in a weird way.
Harry shot her a half-smile. "I'll keep the glowing to a minimum, promise."
Just then, Susan Bones, who'd been silent for most of the conversation, leaned forward, her expression serious. "But really, Harry. How do you feel? I mean, do you think the power's affecting you, or is it just... temporary?" Her eyes were full of concern, but her tone held a steady, reassuring kind of confidence that made Harry feel like she was the one in charge here.
Harry took a moment to really think about it. It wasn't like he felt different in a bad way. More like... amplified. "I feel stronger, yeah. And... calmer, which is weird. I mean, usually, I'm all over the place—tense, paranoid, you know the drill—but now, it's like I can just be in the moment, if that makes sense."
Jean nodded, her sharp eyes catching his. "I know what you mean. It's like you've tapped into something bigger, but you're in control of it."
"Yeah," Harry agreed, though part of him still wondered if this was just another Harry Potter level of disaster waiting to happen. But for now, he'd go with Jean's optimism. "For now, it feels okay."
Susan gave a small, relieved smile and leaned back in her seat. "Good. Just make sure you're keeping track of how you feel. Don't let it take you by surprise."
"Sure thing," Harry said, nodding, as if it were as easy as flicking a switch. But the truth was, he had no idea what was coming next. And, knowing his luck, it was probably something epically bad.
As the train began to pick up speed, the group settled into a more comfortable rhythm. The chatter was lighter now, and the atmosphere felt a thousand times less tense. But even as the conversations swirled around him—Hermione and Ron bickering about the merits of studying for their year-end exams, Jean and Susan reading books, and Hannah trying to get them all to play wizard's chess with her—Harry couldn't shake the feeling that something big was coming. Something darker.
But hey, at least they'd face it together, right? They always did.
As the lights flickered above them, and the Hogwarts Express surged forward into the night, Harry had the sudden, ridiculous thought that maybe, just maybe, this year wasn't going to be as chaotic as the last.
Yeah, and maybe he'd get an owl from the Ministry telling him he was a model student.
But no. That wasn't likely to happen.
—
As the Hogwarts Express rolled toward Hogsmeade Station, Harry couldn't help but feel the usual flutter of excitement that hit him every year as they neared the castle. Outside, the Scottish Highlands blurred past in a riot of greens and golds, and the chatter of his fellow students filled the compartment like a living, breathing thing. Even Ron seemed to be in a better mood, despite looking like he was about to be dragged to the gallows by the sheer weight of his trunks. It was the first day of the school year—how could he not feel excited?
"Alright, we'll give you all some space to change into your uniforms," Harry said, smirking at Ron, who was already practically vibrating with anticipation. "Let's go, mate. We'll hit the loo."
"Yeah, nothing says 'back to school' like squeezing into a small closet the size of a Niffler's pouch," Ron muttered, grinning despite himself as he grabbed his Hogwarts robes from his bag.
Jean, still in her Muggle clothes, shot them a grateful look. She was still new to all this, and though she had the raw confidence of a lioness, the look in her eyes said she was already feeling the weight of the unknown. "Thanks, guys. I'll be ready before you can say 'Wingardium Leviosa.'"
"You don't want to hear me say that," Harry replied, winking as he slid out the door. "You'll end up with your hair floating around your head and we'll never hear the end of it."
Jean rolled her eyes but smiled, which, to Harry, was a small victory in itself.
Once they were out in the hallway, Harry and Ron navigated through the throng of students, ducking around groups of first years and weaving through the mass of excited chatter.
"Man, these corridors are like a human maze," Ron grumbled as they squeezed into the nearest lavatory.
Inside, the two of them quickly started to change, with Harry adjusting his Gryffindor robes in the cracked mirror. It was funny how the robes had become a sort of second skin by now—he barely even noticed them anymore. But they still held a kind of magic, like a reminder of everything he'd been through.
"Do you reckon Jean will get into Gryffindor?" Ron asked, fidgeting with his tie like it was plotting his death. "I mean, she's brave, right?"
Harry shrugged, grinning. "Well, if bravery were the only criterion, the Sorting Hat would be out of a job. But yeah, she's got guts. The Hat will figure it out."
Ron grunted, still tugging at his tie like it owed him money. "Yeah, true. But she'd be an awesome addition to Gryffindor. You think she'd fit in with the lot of us?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You mean, would she survive our level of chaos? Absolutely." He chuckled. "Although, she'd probably give us a run for our money."
As they returned to the compartment, they saw that the girls were almost done changing. Susan, always the calm one, was helping Jean adjust her robes—checking for wrinkles and making sure the fit was just right. "You're good," Susan said with a warm smile. "You'll get your house colors at the ceremony tonight, but you already look fantastic."
Jean shot her a grateful look. "Thanks, Susan. I'm honestly more excited about the Sorting than anything else."
Hermione, standing by the window, was practically glowing with excitement. "I still love the feeling of seeing the castle for the first time each year. It's like magic all over again. You could blindfold me, spin me around, and I'd still know I'm almost home."
"Wow, Hermione," Ron said with an exaggerated eye roll. "You're such a sap." But he was smiling, the kind of smile that said he secretly loved how much she loved Hogwarts.
Hannah Abbott, who'd been quietly listening, added, "I get it, though. Hogwarts is one of those places where you feel the magic in the air. It's almost like it never gets old."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "I think we've established that Hermione is the embodiment of 'the magic never gets old.'"
Hermione flashed him a look, one eyebrow arched in her best 'don't start with me' way. "You know it's true, Harry."
"Alright, alright," Harry said, raising his hands in surrender. "Let's not all get too mushy before we even reach the castle. But, hey—does anyone else feel like we're about to make the world's biggest entrance?"
"Always," Ron grinned. "But first, we've got the Sorting to survive."
The train began to slow, and the distant whistle of Hogsmeade Station pierced the air. Students started packing their things, adjusting their robes, and getting ready to disembark. The familiar shout of "First years, this way!" echoed down the hall, and Harry felt the familiar thrill of anticipation surge through him.
Jean turned to Harry with a mix of excitement and nerves. "So, what's it like? The Sorting, I mean?"
Harry grinned, trying to calm her nerves. "It's an experience, to say the least. Just... listen to the Hat, and it'll do the rest."
With that, they stepped off the train, joining the sea of students making their way toward the carriages. The air was thick with chatter and laughter, and the dark silhouette of Hogwarts Castle loomed ahead, its towers reaching up into the sky like the spires of some ancient fortress.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, Jean," Harry said, giving her a grin as they approached the carriages. "Let's go see where you'll end up."
Ron nudged him, pretending to be serious. "Let's hope it's not Slytherin."
"Or Hufflepuff," Harry teased back, giving Ron a playful shove. "Either way, we've got your back."
As they climbed into the carriages, Jean glanced out at the distant castle, her eyes full of wonder. "This is unreal," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. "I feel like I'm in a dream."
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Susan, and Hannah all shared a look, and for a moment, it felt like they were all in it together—like they had all just stepped into a new chapter of their lives. They had no idea what adventures were waiting for them, but one thing was for sure: this year at Hogwarts was going to be legendary.
—
As the group approached the carriages waiting to take them up to Hogwarts, Jean couldn't help but stare at the skeletal creatures with wings that seemed to flicker in and out of existence. They were pulling the carriages in a way that made it look like they were gliding on air, their long, leathery wings stretched wide against the darkening sky.
"What in the world are those?" Jean asked, a touch of awe in her voice. "They look like something straight out of a nightmare. Not that I'm complaining. I like nightmares."
Ron, looking like he might start up his usual chatter, scratched his head. "What creatures? There's nothing pulling those carriages. They just… move on their own."
Hermione, her eyebrows furrowed, added, "There's nothing there, Jean."
But Harry, ever the observant one, squinted. "I think I can feel something." He shook his head, trying to push the sensation away. "It's like… trying to spot a ghost in a fog. I feel something, but it's not clear."
Susan, who had been walking a little ahead, turned around and smiled, a mixture of fondness and sadness in her gaze. "Those, my dear Jean, are Thestrals. Magical creatures, a bit misunderstood, I'd say."
"Thestrals?" Jean repeated, sounding intrigued. "What's so special about them?"
"They're only visible to those who've witnessed death," Susan explained, her tone gentle but carrying a weight of understanding. "It's not something you can fake, and it's not always easy to deal with. But they play an important role here at Hogwarts."
Jean blinked, her expression shifting from curiosity to contemplation. "So, they're like… what, ghosts? Or do they just—"
"They don't haunt you," Ron interrupted quickly, trying to recover from the earlier awkwardness. "They're… well, think of them like horses, but not the kind you'd ride. More like the kind that takes you to a big, creepy castle on a hill."
Jean gave him a half-smile, though there was a trace of sadness in her eyes. "I can see them. I mean, I've been able to see them since we got here."
Hermione, having absorbed the information, gave Susan a nod of understanding. "Only people who've had personal encounters with death can see them. But I guess that explains why we can't."
Hannah, who had been silently observing, spoke up, her usual calm demeanor softened by a slight tremor in her voice. "It's kind of eerie, isn't it? To know there's something there, but it's hidden from you."
Susan gave Hannah a reassuring smile. "They might seem eerie, but Thestrals are actually gentle creatures. It's just that most people can't understand them. They're a reminder that death, while difficult, isn't the end of the story."
Jean turned to the nearest Thestral, a gentle but intimidating creature with eyes that seemed to pierce through her. She raised a hand tentatively, then gently patted its black-scaled flank. "You're not so bad, are you?"
The Thestral made a soft noise, almost like a purr, and Jean gave a small, surprised laugh. "Well, you're not as terrifying as I thought."
"You're braver than you look," Ron said with a grin, obviously trying to keep the mood light. "If you're not scared of these things, maybe you should be in Gryffindor."
Jean shot him a playful smile. "I think I'll wait until I've been Sorted before making that call."
Susan's eyes softened with understanding as she looked at Jean. "It's not the easiest thing to witness death, but it does give you a certain perspective. It's not all bad, though. It makes us stronger."
Jean nodded, the sadness in her eyes replaced by a quiet resolve. "Yeah. I've seen enough to know that. You just have to keep moving forward."
As they climbed into the carriage, Hermione, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke. "If you don't mind me asking, who did you see die? I mean… to be able to see the Thestrals?"
Susan looked down for a moment, her expression distant. "My parents," she said quietly. "They were killed in the war. It wasn't easy."
Jean's gaze softened, and she added, her voice just above a whisper, "I saw my best friend die in a car accident when we were kids. It… it's something you never forget."
There was a moment of silence, the weight of their words hanging in the air. But Susan broke the silence, her voice steady despite the sadness. "It's not something you want to go through, but it's a part of life. And it makes you stronger, even if you don't realize it at first."
Harry, who had been listening intently, glanced over at Jean. There was something in the way she held herself, a quiet strength that reminded him of someone who had weathered storms and come out on the other side. He felt an odd flutter in his chest and quickly turned his attention back to the landscape passing by. "Well, whatever's happened, it's not going to stop us from having a brilliant year, right?"
Ron, as always, tried to break the somber mood with a grin. "Yeah! And if the Thestrals don't get us, the homework certainly will."
Hannah chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You're impossible, Ron."
As the carriages rolled toward the looming silhouette of Hogwarts Castle, Jean couldn't help but marvel at the sight. The grandeur of the castle, with its towering spires and the faint glow of candlelight flickering in the windows, was like something out of a dream. She found herself staring, entranced by the beauty of the place.
"Wow," she breathed. "This is… this is something else."
Hermione beamed at her. "You get used to it, but it never stops being magical."
"Yeah, and it never stops feeling like the sort of place where you can stumble into a giant enchanted chess set or get cursed by a talking hat," Harry said with a grin. "Trust me, this place is full of surprises."
Susan laughed, and the group settled into a comfortable silence, the weight of their conversation slipping away as the excitement of a new school year took over. The Thestrals, still invisible to most of the group, pulled them ever closer to the castle, the promise of new beginnings shining just ahead.
As they reached the castle gates, Jean caught Harry's eye once more. She felt that same flutter again, but this time, she didn't look away. Maybe Hogwarts would hold more surprises for her than she'd expected. But whatever they were, she was ready.
—
As the carriage rolled toward Hogwarts, the air was thick with excitement, and the view outside the window was enough to make anyone forget that they'd just had a heart-to-heart about death and Thestrals. Seriously, how do you go from talking about the creepy flying skeleton horses to being totally in awe of Hogwarts Castle in one fell swoop? Magic, I guess.
Jean was practically hanging out the window, staring at the looming turrets and spires like she'd never seen anything so magnificent. (And to be fair, she had seen the castle before. But Hogwarts was like the fantasy version of that Pinterest board you bookmark and never quite get around to making a reality.) "This place is like a castle in a fairy tale," Jean murmured, her voice full of wonder. Her hair shimmered in the dimming light as it caught the last golden rays of the day, and honestly, she looked like someone who'd just stepped out of a daydream—like a fairy princess about to find a dragon or a secret door or something equally epic.
Harry couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm. But while Jean was busy gazing out the window, Harry was more focused on his own little moment of magic. The Thestral in front of him—yes, the one that only people who had seen death could see—seemed to sense his attention. Harry's fingers brushed the leathery wings, and immediately, he felt a surge of strange power flowing through him. It wasn't just power, though; it was more like a memory—a feeling of wisdom, resilience, and maybe even a hint of the Thestral's quiet, philosophical nature. He was, after all, technically a mutant, and his powers worked in ways that were a little… unpredictable. In this case, when Harry touched the Thestral, he could feel its traits melding with his own. It was like getting a magical upgrade, but without the annoying process of buying one in a shop.
"Whoa," Harry muttered under his breath. "This is something else."
Ron, sitting across from him, shot him a confused look. "What are you doing, mate? Are you petting a flying skeleton horse?"
"I'm not petting it," Harry said quickly, pulling his hand back. "Just… absorbing its essence. Not like in a creepy, weird way. I think. But it's got some pretty intense vibes, so…"
Ron just blinked at him. "Right. Sounds... normal." He cleared his throat and then glanced out the window too. "So, when do we get to the food part of the trip? I'm starving. A hungry wizard is a grumpy wizard, you know."
Hermione, who had been watching the exchange with a raised eyebrow, added, "It's always the food with you, Ron."
Ron shot her a grin. "Hey, I've got to keep my priorities straight. Besides, the treacle tart in the Great Hall is legendary."
Hannah Abbott, who had been quietly observing, leaned forward from her seat, her voice thoughtful. "I don't know. I think the best part is just getting to be back here. Hogwarts always feels like home"
Jean's eyes flicked over to Hannah, and she gave her a soft smile. "You really love Hogwarts that much?"
"Yeah," Hannah said with a small laugh. "Something about this place—there's a feeling here. Like it knows you. Weird, right?"
Jean nodded, her expression serious for a moment. "I know what you mean. It's like you can feel all the magic. Like every corner holds a secret."
Meanwhile, Susan Bones, who had been unusually quiet, turned to Jean and asked, "Are you okay? You've been a little… off today."
Jean just smiled. "I'm good. Just… thinking. You know how it is." She shifted a little, as though trying to shake off the intensity of her emotions. "It's just that this place reminds me of something. The magic feels like it belongs to me too, if that makes sense."
Susan gave her a gentle nod. "It makes total sense."
At that moment, the towering outline of Hogwarts Castle loomed closer, and all conversation ceased for a second as the entire group stared out the window. The castle's silhouette against the fading sky was nothing short of breathtaking. The tall, jagged towers seemed to scrape the very stars, and the golden light spilling out from the windows hinted at the warmth and life within.
"We're here," Harry said, breaking the silence. His voice was a little more serious now, but it still carried the same excitement. "Ready for the magic?"
Jean turned to face him, her eyes glowing with anticipation. "Absolutely," she replied with a smile that seemed to light up the whole carriage.
Ron, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow. "Magic, sure. But is the food ready? You guys, if we don't get in there before everyone else, I swear I'll—"
"I don't even want to know," Hermione cut in, shaking her head. "You always think about food first."
"Well, someone has to," Ron shot back with a grin.
Susan snickered at the exchange, while Jean looked out the window again, the castle's glow reflecting in her wide, golden eyes. "This is real," she whispered. "Hogwarts. I can't believe I'm finally here for a full year."
"Welcome to the Wizarding World," Harry said, smiling as the carriage pulled to a stop in front of the towering castle. "Let's make it unforgettable."
As they climbed out of the carriage, the towering spires of Hogwarts seemed to whisper to them—promising both adventures and challenges. And maybe, just maybe, a few awkward teenage crushes. But that was part of the fun, right?
Because, as I'm sure you've guessed, no one ever really just goes to Hogwarts for the school year. There's always something else lurking around the corner. Something magical. Something dangerous. And something that might just make you fall in love. Or trip over a flying broomstick. It's a toss-up.
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