I wrote this a while back because I was dissatisifed with Deathly Hallows. I wasn't happy with the plodding pace and the lack of anything resembling ability by Harry. It seemed, frankly, that Rowling simply mailed it in on large parts of teh story, and the whole Deathly Hallows thing struck me as just lame. So I decided to change things up some and give the characters some spirit and panache.
This story picks up on the Hogwarts Express, just after Dumbledore's funeral. As always, the characters are Jo Rowling's. But the story is mine. I hope you enjoy it.