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Chapter 1: Apparation and Forgotten Items

"Draco...Draco...Draco..." Harry moaned.
"Yes...Harry...?" came the husky response.
"Harder...hard-- ah...ah..."
The two climaxed together.
"Harry..."
"Yes..."
"I--"

"POTTER!" Uncle Vernon yelled, pounding on Harry's bedroom door. "POTTER!"
Harry rolled over on his bed. 'Why does Uncle Vernon have to ruin
everything?'
"POTTER! GET UP! GET UP AND GET DRESSED! YOUR BLOODY TRAIN LEAVES IN AN
HOUR!"

Harry groaned. 'Train...' he thought sleepily, 'what train...' Harry sat up
with a start. Suddenly, he remembered. 'THE train! The Hogwarts Express!'
He panicked. The summer had gone by so quickly, he hadn't even had time to
pack.
"POTTER!" roared his Uncle Vernon angrily, "IF YOU MAKE ME LATE..."
"I'm up Uncle Vernon," Harry yelled, throwing on his clothes and stuffing
his belongings in his trunk. "I'm up! I'll be right down!"
"Well, hurry it up then! We haven't all day!" quipped Uncle Vernon angrily.
He then mumbled what sounded to Harry like 'The sooner you're out of my
house, the better...'
Harry turned towards the window, and, catching her in midair, hastily
stuffed Hedwig into her cage. "Sorry Hewdwig," he said when she gave him a
rather nasty look, "we're running rather late today."
Harry shoved the last of his things into his trunk and looked around. He
felt like he was forgetting something...

"POTTER!"

Harry grabbed his things and dragged the downstairs. Dudley and Uncle
Vernon were waiting on him, and they didn't look to happy by the by...
"Half a bloody hour to get you to the train station and Dudley to the gym
for his match!" Uncle Vernon barked at Harry. "Lazy boy," he mumbled as he
got into the car, "all he does is sleep..."
Harry rolled his eyes. He was really getting sick of Uncle Vernon. 'He
always has something rude to say about me, and something wonderful to say
about that pig he has for a son.' Harry thought as he checked his pockets
for his wand. 'Now where did I leave my wand?...' He rubbed his head
thoughtfully, and found his wand stuck behind his ear. 'That's really not a
safe place to keep a wand, now is it?' said the little voice in his head.
He'd been hearing a lot from the voice lately...

Harry closed his eyes as the car pulled out of the drive and started down
the street. 'Finally,' he thought slumping down in his seat, 'I can
relax...' Suddenly, the car came to a screeching halt, and Harry was
pitched forward violently in his seat.

"What happened?" he asked, "Why have we stopped?"

"You tell me." Dudley said, a bit of sarcasm in his voice. Harry looked out
of the window and groaned. Traffic was backed up so badly that it looked as
if it would never start moving. 'Of all the days to run into a bloody
traffic jam,' he thought crossly, 'why today?'

"Ten minutes." said Dudley turning in his seat to sneer at Harry. "Looks
like you're going to miss you train, Potter."

Harry fumed. 'If only there was a way to get there now..' Harry thought
miserably. 'Apparate. You can do it, Harry.' said the little voice in his
head. 'No,' Harry thought back, 'I can't.' 'You HAVE to Harry.' said the
voice stubbornly, 'It's the only way.' Harry nodded inwardly. The voice was
right. He would have to apparate if he didn't want to miss his train.He
grabbed a hold of his trunk and Hedwig's cage. 'Ok,' he thought to himself
nervously, 'I can do this...'

"Five minutes, Potter." said Dudley, his sneer widening, "What are you
going to do, fly?"

Harry took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and with a small 'pop' vanished
from the car. He felt, for a minute or two, as if he were being stretched
from the bottom up over a very large distance. After his insides caught up
with him and his feet were on solid ground, he opened his eyes. He was
never happier to see Platform Nine and Three-quarters than he was at that
moment. He sighed as he climbed onto the train. No sooner had he sat down
with Luna and Ginny than the train started moving. 'See,' said little voice
in his head 'I knew you could do it.'

Moments later, Ron and Hermione joined them in their compartment. "Harry,"
said Hermione relieved, "For a minute there I thought you weren't going to
make it."
"He almost didn't." Ron said, "How did you get here in the nic of time?"
Harry told them all about how he had slept late and then ran into a traffic
jam.
"You can apparate onto Platform Nine and Three-quarters?" Ron asked
curiously.
"Apparently so." Harry answered shrugging. "Do either of you have any food?
I kind of missed breakfast."
"Sure," Ron said, handing Harry his peanut butter and jelly sandwich,
"thanks to my mom. She always packs me something."
Harry took the sandwich and unwrapped it.
"Harry," Hermione said as he stuffed a large bit of sandwich into his
mouth, "I was wondering..."
Harry gulped down the rest of the sandwich. "Yes?"
"Where's your broomstick?"
Harry looked around. "I thought..." he said, looking through his trunk, "I
mean, I know I packed it..."
"Call it." Ron said sensibly, " Use the summoning charm."
"Right, right." Harry said feeling a little stupid, "The summoning charm."
He pulled out his wand. "Accio Firebolt!"
Harry waited...and waited...and waited...

"Hermione," he asked uneasily,
"why isn't it coming?"