Rating: K-T

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter do you really think I would be writing this lame story?

A/N: It's my first time at attempting to write fanfiction so please review and tell me if you like the story!

Chapter 1

Harry tottered unsteadily into King's Cross Station, a blank sort of grin pasted on to his features. He suddenly stumbled and fell flat on his face, apparently tripping over nothing.

"Are you ok?" called Hermione who had been walking a couple feet back with Ron.

"Yes, yes. I'm as chipper as a doorknob in mid November!" responded Harry in an airy voice as he leapt to his feet and continue to walk as if nothing had happened.

Ron gave Harry an odd look as Hermione said, "Oh dear, he hasn't been quite right in the head since his cousin hit him with that baseball bat over the summer."

"Not quite right in the head? He's bloody mental!" exclaimed Ron.

They watched as their friend staggered into the wall next to the magical barrier several times before managing to make it through. Following the young wizard, they found themselves standing on platform 9 ¾. Running across the platform, they managed to catch up with Harry who had ballet danced to the door of the train. They began to walk down the corridor and all was going quite smoothly until Harry decided to start singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" at the top of his lungs. Giving their fellow students apologetic looks; they hurried the musical wizard quickly down to a quiet compartment at the end of the train.

"HARRY ARE YOU BLOODY INSANE?" Ron bellowed as soon as the glass-panned door was firmly shut.

"Now Ron, don't be too hard on him..." Hermione began.

"Not to hard, not to hard! He was singing, singing Hermione!" Ron spluttered.

"You certainly are loud, aren't you?" asked Harry.

"Loud? You were...Oh I can't take this!" he yelled as the black-haired seventh year began to buzz rather abruptly. Crossing the small room he ferociously opened the door and ran smack into Draco Malfoy. "Out of my way!" he snarled and shoved through Malfoy to stalk down the corridor. Malfoy looked rather stunned, but dismissed Ron with a confused glance and continued into the compartment.

"Hello there!" Harry greeted him brightly. "Lovely weather isn't it?"

Malfoy was dumbstruck at being greeted so civilly by his arch-enemy. He simply stared at Harry, jaw slightly agape. It was Hermione who finally broke the silence. "What are you doing here Malfoy and where are Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Dead."