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Who: Harry, Neville, Hermione
Where: Hogwarts Express
When: September 1, 1991
Rating: PG

By the time the Hogwarts Express left Platform 9 and 3/4, Neville was still bumbling around between the carriages, trying to find a seat. No one seemed to want him to sit with them. There was a wriggling from inside his jacket pocket, and he almost let his trunk fall. "Stoppit, Trevor!" he pleaded. There were only a few more carriages to go before he fell off the edge of the train.

When reached out for the door of the next carriage, someone opened it from the other side before he could get to it. It was a slim, familiar-looking blonde boy about his height, with a dark sneer pasted across his face. Neville almost fell over himself trying to get out of the way, but the other boy didn't even seem to notice. Neville got the feeling the boy had just had an encounter that hadn't quite gone his way.

Gulping, he pushed the slowly-retracting door all the way open, and shoved his trunk inside ahead of him. There was a small dark-haired boy wearing glasses sitting by himself at the far end. "Er," Neville said, in a slightly high-pitched voice. "Sorry. Er, I mean, excuse me. Can I... um, sit here?"

Who: Fred and OPEN to any friends, students, professors, family members etc. that wish to visit him
Where: The Hospital Wing at Hogwarts
When: 16 April, 1994, after the Quidditch match and into the evening
Rating: TBD depending on who shows up and what happens
OOC Notes: In PoA, the final Quidditch game of the year was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin on 16 April, 1994. Gryffindor won 230-20 and received the Quidditch Cup. That is where canon ends.
During the match, Fred takes a Bludger to the head, and is knocked unconscious. This starts when he wakes up in the hospital wing. Since Fred is on the Slytherin team, he would have a different history here. Feel free to tag Fred, tag each other etc. and have fun. :)


( He never even saw the Bludger )

Who: Harry Potter, other students, teachers
Where: Hogwarts
When: Lunch, 1st November 1994, the day after the champions were selected
Rating: G - PG-13 depending on how nice the students talk ;-)
Why: To let everyone at Hogwarts react to the selection. Treat this as a gathering type post so tag each other or Harry or whatever you like :-)

It wasn't even a full day since his name had popped out of that damned Goblet and Harry had already been tripped, pushed, bumped and kicked - all accidentally, of course - more than he'd ever been on a day back in the school where he was in the same class as Dudley and his cronies.

While some of the Gryffindors seemed to think it was brilliant that he'd somehow tricked his way into this competition, even some of them felt it was low and that he should at least have shared it with someone. Like his best friends. Or something. And some were simply opposed to the cheating they saw. Of course, all the Hufflepuffs felt that way and Harry was particularly miserable about this as he'd usually gotten along well with a good deal of them.

Even now, at lunch, he didn't have any peace. Every time someone passed he had to shift or duck to avoid something falling on him, or at least endure being called names. As if it wasn't bad enough that Fleur Delacour called him a 'little boy' and he was getting increasingly worried about this whole thing. What a miserable day.

'Potter stinks,' someone called as they passed. Harry didn't even look up any more. It was already getting very old.

Who: Harry & Remus and Harry & Sirius
Where: Remus' house
When: July '94 sometime
Rating: G - PG-13 depending on language and subject matter

Getting away from the Dursleys was absolutely brilliant. Harry knew Remus said things like 'it isn't much' and so on about his house, but Harry didn't care. To him it was perfect. He was away from his so-called home with his dad's friend and feeling like he might actually have a real holiday this summer. Now all he hoped was that Sirius would chance to drop by and see him. But even if he couldn't, this was looking to be his best summer yet.

Harry was in the yard, pretending to read one of his school-books but really just day-dreaming about Quidditch and talking wondering if he should ask Remus if Hermione could visit; she'd like a bit or Wizarding contact, he knew that. Well, at least she had nice parents. The sun was pleasant and warm on Harry's back and the grass smelled like freedom.