The real Herry Potter

Harry stood on Platform 9 , leaning casually against a pillar, his eyes scanning the familiar sight of students bustling about. The chilly January air made his breath mist as he watched the Hogwarts Express with its billowing steam, waiting to take them all back to school. His heart, though, felt lighter than ever. He wasn't just waiting for his friends this time—he had arrived with Sirius, Remus, and Luna, his small group of close companions.

Luna stood beside him, her usual dreamy expression on her face as she stared up at the train, as if searching for invisible creatures that only she could see. Sirius and Remus were deep in conversation, probably about the latest developments in the Wizangamot or something equally important, but they didn't seem too tense. If anything, Sirius seemed to be having a bit of fun, throwing smirks and making snarky comments that made Remus chuckle under his breath.

"I can't wait for everyone to meet them," Harry said softly to Luna, who was now humming a soft tune to herself.

"They'll love them," Luna replied without missing a beat, her silver eyes focusing on Harry with a soft smile. "Especially Sirius. He's like a bright comet in the night sky. And Remus is like the moon—steady and calm."

Harry grinned. "I think you've got that right."

As they stood waiting, the platform gradually began to fill. It wasn't long before Harry spotted the familiar faces of his friends—Neville and Hermione—making their way through the crowd. Hermoine's bushy hair was unmistakable, bobbing above the heads of other students, while Neville walked briskly beside her, his face alight with excitement.

"Harry!" Hermione waved, dragging Neville along, her bushy hair bouncing with every step.

Harry waved back and stepped forward, his grin widening. "Hermione, Neville!"

The pair hurried over, and after a few quick hugs, Harry turned to make introductions. "Guys, I want you to meet some people." He gestured to Sirius and Remus, who had stepped closer. "This is Sirius Black, my godfather. And Remus Lupin—you know him, from Defense Against the Dark Arts. And this is Luna Lovegood."

"Pleasure to meet you!" Sirius said with his characteristic charm, extending a hand to Ron and Hermione.

"Great to see you again Lord Black," Hermione said, smiling warmly as she shook Sirius's hand.

"Call me Padfoot," he replied with a gentle smile.

Neville was staring at Sirius with wide eyes, clearly a little starstruck. "You're the Sirius Black? The one who—" He stopped, realizing how ridiculous he sounded.

Sirius gave a wry grin. "The one and only, I'm afraid. All those rumors are exaggerated, though. Well, most of them."

Luna, who had been watching the scene unfold, stepped forward with her usual ethereal grace. "Hello, Neville. Hermione. It's nice to see you again."

Hermione gave her a polite smile. "Hi, Luna. It's good to see you too."

Neville scratched his head, looking slightly confused but offering Luna a nod in return.

Before the conversation could continue, Harry added, "And Luna's going to be a future member of the Order of the Stars." His tone was proud, as though he was letting his friends in on a secret.

Neville blinked in surprise. "The Order of the Stars? Wait, that's—"

"A secret magical group dedicated to protecting the balance between wizards and magical creatures," Luna finished for him, her voice full of whimsical certainty.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Really? I didn't know Luna was involved in something like that."

Luna shrugged, her smile as mysterious as ever. "Not yet, but soon enough."

Neville gave Harry a sideways look, clearly confused. "Well, you're keeping some pretty impressive company these days, mate."

"Just lucky, I guess," Harry replied, grinning.

As the conversation flowed, more familiar faces began arriving. Susan Bones was the next to show up, followed by Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott. Harry introduced them all to Sirius and Remus, who seemed to take to the role of friendly mentors with ease. It wasn't until the last arrivals that things got a bit more interesting.

Fred and George Weasley strolled onto the platform, wide grins on their faces as always, with a surprise guest in tow—their younger sister, Ginny. Ginny looked a little anxious but determined, her eyes darting around as the twins led her straight over to Harry.

"Look who we've brought along," Fred announced with a dramatic wave, nudging Ginny forward.

"Yeah, she's been pestering us for weeks, so we finally caved," George added, giving Ginny a playful wink.

Ginny, for her part, looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her up as she glanced nervously at Harry. "Hi, Harry," she mumbled, her cheeks turning pink.

"Hi, Ms Weasley" Harry greeted her with a friendly smile, not noticing her nervousness. "Good to see you."

But then Ginny's eyes shifted to Luna, and the surprise on her face was immediate. "Luna? You… you know Harry Potter?"

Luna gave her a soft smile, completely unfazed by Ginny's shock. "Oh yes, we're friends. Harry's been to my house for Christmas."

Ginny blinked, clearly trying to wrap her head around this new revelation. "You—Harry Potter—spent Christmas with you?"

"With her and her father," Harry clarified, not realizing how astonished Ginny was by the idea.

Ginny's mouth opened, then closed, and her eyes flicked between Harry and Luna. It was as if she were reevaluating everything she'd thought she knew about the two of them.

Before she could say more, Fred leaned in conspiratorially. "So, Harry, what do you think? Should we introduce our little sister to the wonders of mischief-making? Or would you rather keep her innocent?"

Harry laughed. "I think you'll have a hard time keeping her innocent with you two as brothers."

"Exactly what we were thinking!" George chimed in, throwing an arm around Ginny's shoulders, much to her embarrassment.

Sirius, who had been watching all of this unfold with amusement, caught Harry's eye and gave him a wink. "You've got quite the group of friends here, Harry. Makes me proud."

Harry smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. Surrounded by his friends and family, for the first time in a long while, everything felt right.

As they all began boarding the Hogwarts Express, Ginny kept glancing between Harry and Luna, clearly intrigued by this unexpected friendship. The twins, meanwhile, were already plotting their next prank with gleeful grins, and Sirius and Remus waved them off from the platform, knowing full well the adventures that awaited them at Hogwarts.

As the Hogwarts Express began to fill with students, Harry, now surrounded by all the members of the Order of the Stars, led the group toward an empty compartment. It wasn't the largest, and some of the older members raised their eyebrows in confusion. With fourteen people in total, it was impossible to imagine how they would all fit. Hermione, always quick to analyze, opened her mouth to ask a question, but Harry was already pulling out his wand.

Without hesitation, he muttered a spell under his breath and waved his wand. The small compartment suddenly stretched, the walls pushing back as if the space itself expanded. Chairs appeared, enough for everyone to sit comfortably, and the ceiling rose, giving the cabin a spacious, airy feel.

"Wow!" Terry Boot exclaimed, his eyes wide in astonishment.

Everyone stared in shock, including the older students who knew just how advanced that particular spell was. Hermione, for once, was speechless, her eyes flicking between Harry and the newly expanded compartment.

Fred and George were the first to recover from their surprise. The twins exchanged looks before turning their attention to Harry, their faces lighting up with mischief. "How did you do that?" Fred asked, his tone half in awe, half playful.

"Yeah, Harry," George chimed in, grinning. "That's a post-NEWT level spell! You've got to teach us that."

Harry chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "It wasn't easy," he admitted. "I had to nag Sirius all through Christmas break to get him to teach me."

"Lord Black taught you this?" Hermione finally spoke, her voice filled with admiration and curiosity.

"Well," Harry began, glancing at the twins who were looking at him expectantly. "He agreed to teach me, but not without making me go through something completely ridiculous first."

Fred raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, do tell."

George nodded enthusiastically. "This sounds like a story worth hearing."

Harry sighed, already feeling a bit embarrassed as he remembered the situation. "So, over the holidays, I kept pestering Sirius to teach me this spell. I'd seen him use it before, and I knew it would come in handy for our meetings. But instead of just teaching me straight away, he had… other plans."

Hermione crossed her arms, already sensing that this was going to be one of those Sirius-related stories. "What did he make you do?"

Harry groaned and leaned back in his chair, the memory playing out in his mind. "He said he'd teach me the spell if I helped him pick up girls at the local supermarket."

There was a beat of silence before the entire group erupted into laughter. Even Daphne Greengrass let out a soft giggle, while Blaise clutched his stomach, doubled over in amusement.

"You… you had to help Sirius pick up girls?" George asked, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

Harry nodded, clearly mortified. "Yeah. He made me act like a cute little kid who was running errands with his charming, single uncle. I had to play the part of his wingman."

Fred wiped a tear from his eye. "You mean to tell me, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, had to help his godfather flirt with women at a supermarket?"

"That's just too good!" George added, laughing even harder.

"I hated every minute of it," Harry admitted with a groan. "But Sirius wouldn't budge until I helped him. So I did it, just so I could learn the spell."

"I'm guessing it worked?" Hermione asked, trying to stifle her own laughter.

"Oh, it worked," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "And I've never felt more embarrassed in my life. But Sirius was true to his word, and he finally taught me the expansion spell after we left the supermarket."

The twins, who had finally stopped laughing, now looked at Harry with new respect. "Mate," Fred said, shaking his head, "that's dedication. If you went through that just to learn a spell, you've got to teach us too."

"Yeah, you owe us after sharing such a golden story," George added with a wink.

Harry smiled, glancing around the compartment. "Maybe I'll show you sometime, but only after you also pass some tests and you've got to promise not to use it for any of your pranks."

Fred and George exchanged a look, both grinning devilishly. "No promises."

The rest of the Order of the Stars members settled into their expanded compartment, still chuckling at Harry's supermarket adventure. The atmosphere was light, and as the train began to move, Harry felt a sense of camaraderie that hadn't been there before. His little story had somehow bonded them even more, reminding them that even with all their magical talents and responsibilities, they could still find humor in the strangest situations.

As the Hogwarts Express sped along, the Order of the Stars members relaxed into their magically expanded compartment. Everyone was in high spirits after hearing Harry's supermarket story, and it wasn't long before they began exchanging tales about their own holidays.

Blaise Zabini started, talking excitedly about his time at his house, which was filled with loud family gatherings, broomstick polishing, and gorging on his mum's cooking. Fred and George chimed in, bragging about testing their new prank products on unsuspecting relatives, much to Hermione's disapproval. Hermione, on the other hand, shared stories about the quieter side of her break, but her face lit up as she mentioned spending time with Harry at her parents' party.

As the conversation turned, Daphne Greengrass, who had been sitting quietly for most of the time, finally spoke up. There was a certain glint of pride in her eyes as she leaned forward. "Well, my holiday might not have been as... lively as some of yours," she began with a hint of sarcasm, "but I did find out something rather interesting."

The others turned toward her, intrigued by her mysterious tone. Daphne, always one to keep her cards close, had a way of grabbing attention when she chose to speak. She reached into her bag and pulled out a well-worn, old book, its cover faded with age.

"I found this in one of my family's libraries," she said, holding the book up for everyone to see. "It's about Nicolas Flamel."

There was a murmur of recognition. Everyone had heard the name, but no one seemed to know much about the man behind it. Daphne's revelation had piqued their curiosity.

"Nicolas Flamel?" Hermione echoed, her eyebrows raised.

"Exactly," Daphne replied, nodding. "But not just any alchemist. He's the creator of the Philosopher's Stone."

She opened the book, flipping through the pages with care. "Flamel created the Philosopher's Stone centuries ago, and he used it to become one of the wealthiest and most influential wizards in history. He and his wife, Perenelle, have been using its powers to live for over six hundred years."

The compartment fell silent as Daphne continued. "This book details his life, his experiments, and the creation of the Stone. It even mentions the vaults of gold he accumulated. But here's the interesting part—it seems that Flamel has gone into hiding recently, possibly because the Stone was being sought after by darker forces."

"What else does it say about the Stone?" Hermione asked eagerly, her thirst for knowledge kicking in.

Daphne turned a few more pages before answering. "It's said that Flamel was very selective about who knew its secrets. Only a handful of people in history have ever gotten close to him, and even fewer have seen the Stone itself. But…"

She paused for dramatic effect, causing everyone to lean in slightly.

"There are rumors," she continued, lowering her voice, "that Flamel may have hidden pieces of his research in certain magical locations, for those worthy enough to find it."

The room buzzed with excitement at this revelation. The idea of ancient knowledge, treasure hunts, and legendary alchemists sent a thrill through the group. Even Fred and George, who typically focused on mischief rather than history, seemed captivated.

"Really," Theodore Nott muttered. "Do you think the Stone is still out there somewhere?"

Daphne shrugged, closing the book. "Who knows? But it wouldn't surprise me if someone's already looking for it."

The compartment fell into a contemplative silence for a moment, the weight of the discussion settling over the group. The Philosopher's Stone was not only a piece of magical history but also a symbol of unimaginable power. If it was still out there, it could change everything.

Harry leaned back in his seat, glancing at his friends. The Order of the Stars had always been about learning, protecting, and uncovering hidden knowledge, but this... this was on a whole new level. He could see it in their faces—their minds were already racing with possibilities.

"You know," Harry finally said, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, "if we ever get bored of school, we could always go on an adventure to find those pieces of Flamel's research."

Fred perked up instantly. "Now that's an idea!"

"Count us in!" George added, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The others exchanged looks, and one by one, nods of agreement followed. Even Hermione, who usually preferred to stick to the rules, couldn't hide the glimmer of intrigue in her eyes.

The train continued its journey, but now there was a new sense of purpose among the group. As the Order of the Stars members chatted animatedly about the Philosopher's Stone and the mysteries surrounding Flamel, they knew one thing for certain: their time at Hogwarts was about to get even more interesting.