I do not own Harry Potter or any other thing related to HP, this marvelous creation is J.K. Rowling's and no one else's. (sadly) Anyways, there will be OC's involved and there will be some of our beloved characters and what not. (;A;) So Please be kind, and I rather enjoy reviews, so please take the time to make them :D

Anyways Let me start by doing the whole I decided o do this because Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt 2 comes out this Friday! And I don't want it to end. So yeah, suck on them apples Hollywood

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"Come on! We're going to be late kids! The first day of your last year and you are going to be late!" Sally Edwards yelled. If you're wondering who she is, well, that embarrassing woman yelling, is my mother. But she means well, and she's definitely trying to get me and my younger brothers on the train to be able to go to school. Honestly, I think she's just trying to get rid of us, she's what guys my age call a 'cougar'. And apparently, a good one.

I saw Jonathan run towards Platform 9 ¾ without looking for Muggles. Is he crazy, I snagged his pant suspenders, and reeled him in hissing in his ear about being a complete fool. Jonathan shrank away from me and hid behind his twin Jeremy. They're the same age as me. We might be triplets, but those two definitely deserve to have been born without a twin sister. We all have the same features only mine are girlier, and my bone structure is less manly than theirs. Mom says it was a miracle that I was a girl. She only planned on having kids once, and she got triplets in the process, she had been hoping for a boy and a girl, but the doctor had said we were all boys, and man were they wrong. It's like mom had three girls instead based on how pansy-ish they are. Maybe that's why they ended up in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. As for me, I'm a Slytherin. And even though we're hated by everyone, I seem to get along just fine with everyone else, except for a few of my fellow Slytherin's. The Malfoy's have a way of getting under my skin.

And speak of the devils, here they come. Ali , Mason and Christian. No, they're not quadruplets or twins or anything like that. They were all born at different times. My mom knows the Malfoy's parents, Draco and Samantha Malfoy; she went to school with them, and fought both with and against them during The Battle at Hogwarts. She told us the story while we were growing up, and hell yeah, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are my heroes. I've gone to school with their kids since year one. Same age, same awe over the fact that 29 years ago, way before we were born, Hogwarts was absolutely destroyed by Voldemort. My brothers and I had found many pictures in Professor Longbottom's office. He was a Gryffindor just like Harry and his friends. Ever since then, all the Gryffindor's have felt like they have an extra chance to be great because of the House they're in. And who can blame them? "Jade!"

I turned and saw both Jer and Jon holding the door open for me to get on the Hogwarts Express. I looked at the clock, and it was 1 minute to 11 am. If I don't get on now, I'll have missed the train, and well, that's never a good thing. So I ran up to my siblings, and waved good bye to our mother. After all, this was probably the last time I'd get to do that in a very long time. Jonathan had already gotten us a compartment for us to be in. We usually sat alone, but I guess with all the 1st years coming in their hectic frenzy, we were running low on room and patience so a few 7th years like us, opened the doors and asked if they could sit with us. Jeremy looked at me and Jonathan before answering, "Uh, sure. Why not?" They sat down, smiles on their faces. "Thank you so much, we couldn't find anything without having to go all the way back to the Slytherin compartments, God I hate the-… What?" The Raven-haired girl asked her friend when she was nudged. Her friend pointed at our bags, where my scarf was clearly visible. "Oh, you're all Slytherin too? What are you doing in the Hufflepuff area?" That's when Jeremy held up his own scarf. "And I'm a Ravenclaw. Any other brilliant questions Gryffindor spawn?" The girl turned bright red. "I'm sorry, I always open my big mouth. I'm Arielle by the way." She said, sinking low in her seat.

Arielle's friends, Thomas and Christina, were both Ravenclaws like Jonathan, but he barely knows them. Jon's always preferred to hang out with me and Jer in the dining commons before going up to do his homework and sleep. Which is hard, for all of us. We're Hogwarts Prefects, and our job is almost never done. Something about us all being in different houses, and being triplets, gave Professor Longbottom the idea that we had a deep sense of control. We were all prefects last year, and my partner just graduated, so I'm going to be assigned a new one. I just hope I don't want to gauge his eye balls out with my bare hands. "Jaaaade. Stop daydreaming and get dressed. We'll be there in 15 minutes, and we need to be at the exits to lead the first years to the boats." Ugh, what is with me today? I can't, for the life of me, focus. I thanked Jer for bothering to wake me up, and I walked to the dressing rooms. I expected more than half of the first years to be there, but it was strangely empty. Eh, who cares, I need to change and there are only two rooms left.

After I got dressed, I looked in the mirror and noticed that my hair color was a little orange and not its usual red-hot red. So I just used my extra potion to make it as red as it could possibly get and made sure to use a sealing potion to make it last all year long. It's because of this deal that my brothers and I had made. If we were in the same House, we'd go in as triplets, and look identical. But if we weren't, then we would try to look different. So we decided to change our hair colors. We have natural honey brown hair, so Jonathan went blonde with highlights to make it look more natural. Jeremy died his hair black and has this emo-punk thing going for him. And I went red. I have a few freckles on my face, but that's just a coincidence.

As I made my way back to my compartment, I ran into Ali, the youngest of the Malfoy's and a 3rd year. She has enough attitude for the entire Slytherin table, and she never shuts up...she also happens to be the Slytherin slut and the single most annoying person on the planet. "OMIGOD! Jade, you look soooo pretty, ha-ha wow, I couldn't do that with a serious face. At least now that Christian is a Slytherin Prefect, I might get away with things, anyway, I have to go get settled by the door so I can get a good carriage." She said with all the fake smiles and 'endearing' eyes she could give to me. God, I'm going to slap her fucking face off. I went on to my seat, and then it hit me: Christian Malfoy was going to be my new partner. Holy shit.

This is going to be an extremely long year.

I swear I'm going to kill my self. "Hey Jade…Are you okay?" I turned, and stared, not only was there no one there, but I just heard a voice. I shook my head, trying to shrug it off and focus, I have 3 minutes to be by the Slytherin doors, and get all the first years out, followed by the rest of these short brained idiots. I grabbed my bag, and put my pin on my way out of the door, which failed miserably because I tripped over something.

Well, more or less, someone. "HAHA I thought you were smarter than that partner. Like it? So we can watch out for the sneaky first years that want to go out past their bed time without them seeing us. Oh, sorry, here. Let me help you up Jade." Christian held out his hand to me after he realized I was, in fact, in pain. There was a shimmer of regret in his eyes, and I decided, maybe having him for a partner wouldn't be that much of a bad thing. "So, should we go and help out at the doors now?" He asked with a small smirk, he looks a little bit like his dad, who, according to mom, was the Slytherin sex god. The only thing is, Christian doesn't have the signature blonde hair his siblings do. He inherited his mom's hair color, black, and sported it well with his pale skin and crystal sea colored eyes. They tend to switch from blue to green in the light, just like the ocean.