I lay on my bed naked, one hand on my chest squeezing my nipple, the other rubbing my cock. I wet my finger and let my hand glide down to my lusting hole. I pushed my finger in and moaned.

“Oh I just love to see a person in heat” An unfamiliar voice said.

I stopped what I was doing and quickly dragged the covers over me. Looking around I found the source of the voice; there on my desk stood a funny looking figure, only a few centimeters tall, with green and greyish skin and dark red eyes.

“Who and what the hell are you?” I asked.

“Well someone to make your wish come true” It answered.

I slowly stood up with only the sheet wrapped around me, I walked closer towards the creature and it vanished in a greyish smoke. Hearing him again, I turned round to see it standing on my bedside table.

“What do you mean” I asked as I sat down on the floor.

“I will give you three choices, one of them will lead you to your soulmate” It answered.

I sat down on my chair that stood in the middle of the room, and looked questioning at this little humanoid creature.

“What kind of choices” I asked.

“Pick one: Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter or Merlin” He said.

I still was not sure what this all was about and thought it all as a dream. What was the worst that could happen I figured, I was probably just dreaming. That's it! I must be dreaming! I looked at the creature who was smiling wickedly.

“What do you get out of it” I asked.

“Well I get more power” It said.

I looked at the creature whose smile was a mixture of evil and greed. The creature sighed and told me he grants wishes in a strange form and each wish gives him more power. I looked at the creature no bigger than a pixie and was certain that I was definitely dreaming.

“Well then, I choose Harry Potter, I love those movies” I said.

“Done then” The creature said and disappeared.

I stood up, feeling faint. Suddenly, I was aware of falling but never hit the floor which seemed to vanish. I felt my pulse race and screamed; I was scared. I became aware that this was not a dream, as I would have woken up by now. I told myself that this was not real, but it felt very real and strange. I continued to fall, my fear growing, my head felt lighter as my memories faded.  I was repeating my name over and over, like some kind of mantra. All was black and the fall seemed endless…

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HARRY'S PoV/

A little over a year had passed. It had been a nice relaxing time, yet filled with sorrow and fond memories. The war was over and many of us had lost someone. We all tried to cope with it in our own way; good thing we had each other.

I was now going back to school, and so were my closest friends: Hermione and Ron. None of us had done much school work through the sixth and seventh year of school, not strange when being away the last two years of it. I thought it would be so hard being back, yet it was familiar. I knew I wanted a full education and Hogwarts was the best place for me, a place I had grown to love and see as my true home, where I met my friends who were now my family. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was indeed a very special place for me!

A lot of things had happened since I defeated Voldemort. Prof Mcgonagall had become headmistress of the school which had been closed for a year. She had made the decision to erect a statue of Dumbledore that now stood in the courtyard. Not all of the school had been rebuild but it was safe enough to have students to come back. Privately much had happened, going through the will of my godfather Sirius and that of Lupin and Tonks. I had been given custody of my godson Teddy (Lupin and Tonks’ son), all their money and both their houses had been given to me. I lived in Grimmauld Place alone, yes alone. Ginny and I had broken up. We made the choice to try to date other people, and if, in a few years, we still had the same feelings for one and other we would give it another go. Teddy was with his grandmother Andromeda for the time I needed to finish my studies. With Hermione and Ron everything seemed as it had since the end of the war, they were still very much in love.

All of us now on our way back, sitting on the Hogwarts Express, just like every year on our way to school. I had thought this part of my life was over, but after Hermione's never ending talk about getting final grades I caved. Not that I minded going back, it was just that all the bad memories, were going to be hard to deal with. Even so it was nice sitting here alone with just Ron and Hermione, the peace of it, the calmness. Not having to sign autographs to all the people we meet, not that it always bothered me. However, to be known as the boy “who lived again” and “the savior of the wizarding world”, was more than I had been expecting or was entirely comfortable with. They wanted signatures from Ron and Hermione too, but for them it seemed to have slowed down. On the other hand, for me, it was never ending! At times I felt I was going crazy. With all these people wanting to thank me, talk to me and especially all the marriage proposals gave me a headache. Yes marriage proposals on the streets, in fan mail and by announcement in the news. I was hoping it all would end soon and I could have a somewhat normal life, and do all the things needed for the upcoming tests as well as everything in school and in my own life that needed to be done. I had quite a full plate of responsibility.

I sat quietly in the corner watching out the window as Hermione and Ron were snogging. I missed that, not that Ginny had been too keen on snogging. I on the other hand loved it, holding hands, kissing cheeks and giving a gentle touch of a thumb rubbing over ones hand. I drifted away, dreaming of finding someone that loved it all as much as I did.

“Harry Harry!, HARRY!” Hermione said, finally yelling.

I Jumped up a bit and turned to see Hermione's slightly annoyed look.

“What?” I asked.

“Have you decided on which classes to take?” She asked.

I just nodded but did not reply with an answer. She continued speaking of all the different classes she was going to be in and I listened but I really wasn’t that interested. That was so Hermione, the study freak that she was! I smiled remembering the first time Ron and I meet her here on the train.

I had just turned 19 and would now be at school for two more years. Only a few of us had decided to return to finish our studies, mostly from Gryffindor, and only a couple from Slytherin. Besides Ron, Hermione and myself, there were about twenty others who were returning to Hogwarts to complete their studies and take their N.E.W.T.S.

The train started to slow down and we would arrive at the station very soon. I could see the dimmed light and felt the bump as we stopped, I stood up and continued talking to Ron about the fact that I had no idea if I would continue with Quidditch. He tried his hardest to convince me, but the appeal of the game had been lost to me, yet the memory of me catching my first snitch brought a smile to my lips. So maybe I would continue with Quidditch, just maybe.

As I stepped off the train I heard a familiar voice.

“Hi Harry!” Hagrid said.

“Oh hi Hagrid, why are you here?”

“Well thought we could have a chat on the way up to school.”

I just smiled and knew the real reason why he was here: he wanted to meet me, as he did on my first day of school when I started my wizard training. Now that the war was over he wanted me to return to something familiar, a bit of what it had been like. It was a nice feeling and I enjoyed the thought of wanting to return. Hagrid had such a big heart and though he was big and strong he was sensitive and caring.

“So how are you”? He asked.

Well it's starting to get better and for most of us, yet Molly is having difficulties accepting the fact her son has died.

“Well that's understandable.”

I remembered Molly not even wanting to see George for the first three months, the pain of only seeing one and not two of her twin boys almost killed her. Not eating much and being in her bedroom most of the time, she had finally started to become more of her old self a few weeks ago.

“How is George doing?” Hagrid asked.

“After Fred's passing he was a wreck, but he knew his brother wouldn't forgive him if he did not move on. So he is now working alone in their shop: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Ron gives him a hand when he can.”

“That's good to hear.”

Hagrid and I talked for some time and parted ways as we came to the carriage dragged by the invisible testrals, the creatures that could only be seen by those that had seen death. Now everybody that was returning to school could see them. I glanced over to Hermione and saw she had started to form tears in her eyes. No one wanted to be reminded of all the death we had seen and seeing these beings brought back memories for all of us. Hagrid said goodbye for he was too big to ride in the carriage and had to walk up to the school. The continuing their studies would be here on the third of September, two days before the start of the new school year for those of us continuing our studies.

It took about fifteen minutes before we reached the entrance to the school grounds and still after sixteen months security was on high alert, there were still many death eaters out there, many in rage over losing and just killing whatever they could find.

My mind fluttered back to yesterday's paper on the fact that followers of you-know-who, had gathered his ashes after I had defeated him. I found it all so weird. Why would they want his ashes, I knew it was probably nothing, but my gut said something else yet my scar did not hurt. Still so much connecting to the war and stories about me and Voldemort seemed to keep the newspapers hot and they sold like hotcakes.

 THE ARTICLE/

The boy who lived, our hero did destroy the darklord. After their match, some say that the darklord appeared to be dust in a paperthin skin which peeled off and swirled into the air. New reports states that, by magical means, still loyal followers of you-know-who, have gathered his ashes. What this means none knows, but Aurors have been put on high alert.

Maybe they are holding a funeral or something more sinister. Nothing is clear but we know that whenever there is trouble from death eaters and followers of the darklord our hero Harry Potter will be there to save us.

/AndySmudgley

We walked up to professor Flitwick, and gave him our belongings.

“Oh hi, nice to meet all of you again” He said.

“Yeah and nice to meet you to” We all replied.

He took forth his wand and with a swift movement yet full of concentration he lifted the protection shield so we could all enter and move towards the great hall. Professor Mcgonagall was surely waiting for us. The younger students had already gone to sleep as they were tired after their first days of studying. After the sorting of houses, we were able to begin to celebrate the beginning of the new school year. It had been decided by most of us going back and Mcgonagall so it was set. No time to be backing out I thought as the shield lowered itself back to keep the school grounds and its students safe. Hermione said that was only up during the night and was raised at dusk.

We walked up to the castle actually laughing at one of Ron's clumsy wordings. It was nice to smile and feel joy for the first time in months. The sorrow was sometimes still fresh even after all the days that had passed, but we got through it. We walked through the courtyard and there we stopped as did most of the students. In front of us stood a massive three story tall statue of Dumbledor, I looked at it, remembering him and thinking it was a good likeness of the great headmaster. It gave me a great feeling of pride to have had the privilege of knowing such a man. We greeted the statue respectfully as if he were somehow still alive! It was as if he stood there to greet us, part of the school just as he had always been. We moved on and entered the school walking quickly into the great hall. To our surprise we weren't the first in the Great Hall, yet we were on the first carriage. Furthermore, not everyone we now saw had been on the train. At least half of Gryffindor and half of Ravenclaw had returned. Not so many Hufflepuff's and only three Slytherin's from what we could see. There where at least forty students that had chosen to return. We went to the Gryffindor table and sat down, almost at the same place as we had done every year. It was nice being back and not that hard nor filled with sorrow as I had imagined.

Minerva stood up and walked to the podium in the shape of an owl, I turned as I heard the door open and my eyes seemed to be flying out my head like in that of a cartoon character.  I noticed a look of shock and heard a gasp from those around me as Draco Malfoy came through, and walked towards the Slytherin table. Few of the students grabbed there wands, but put them down when the heard Professor McGonagall.

“Nice to see you Mr Malfoy, you’re late” She said.

He nodded and took his seat at his old table.

The Professor cleared her throat and started her speech but as she spoke the floor began to shake, she fell to the ground in a thump. The enchanted sealing turned dark, some of the students screamed as a vortex was seen in a bluish hue, with a scream from the within the vortex. The shaking stopped and from the vortex a person wrapped in a white fabric came falling down, Professor Mcgonagall quickly stood up and grabbed her wand speaking the words.

“Aresto momentum.”

The person that we now saw was a guy, had been slowed down in his fall almost still and slowly laid to the floor. We all moved a bit closer and in that moment he opened his eyes and looked around terrified and unaware of where he was. He backed away as the professor tried to get closer.

“We wish you no harm” Prof. Mcgonagall said.

The guy screamed and a magic blast from within him made all of us fly a few yards away. He passed out from the huge surge magic he just released and we had to take him to the hospital wing in a great hurry.

DRACO'S PoV/

I hadn't killed anyone and yet they looked at me as if I was a murderer, I hated it. My mother had talked to the professor, and had convinced me to finish my studies. Yeah the Malfoy family took pride in good grade's and being pure-bloods of course. It had all become much easier without the iron hand of my father, being sent to Askaban on a mild sentence.

He had made a deal with the ministry of magic, and would now serve 10 years in Askaban. I had my mother and we were free and had gotten the rest of our estate. I was relived, for the pressure of being all that my Father and Lord Voldemort wanted that had almost made me lose my mind. Now it was gone, and a good thing too, for any longer I would have gone mad. I had no intention of becoming like my aunt Bellatrix.

This was going to be a rough year, and I wasn't quite sure if I had the strength to deal with all the stares and dirty looks. I had made up my mind there and then that I would give it a go, but if it became too much I would quit.

I was wandering back and forth not knowing where to go, all this had been so weird. The first day back, I was a bit relieved that the focus was on the guy now laying in the hospital wing and not on me.  The looks from everybody felt like a knife had been stabbed in my stomach. As I paced back and forth, I did not notice Mr Filch walking towards me. He startled me as he spoke.

 “Mr Malfoy, the headmistress wants you to come to the hospital wing” said Argus Filch.

What now? I wondered, why would they want me there? Just then all I wanted was a good night’s sleep. Well I took this as a chance to make them all see that I had changed, so I walked towards the infirmary. Up the moving stairs, thinking as I walked along the long hallway to the hospital wing.

MYSTERY GUY'S PoV/

I woke up and opened my eyes, in front of me I saw people I had never seen before. Not that I would remember if I had. It was as if everything had gone blank, all I could remember was my name. I opened my mouth to scream as the elderly woman spoke.

“No don't scream, we won’t harm you” The older woman spoke.

I tried to find my breath and calm myself, I looked at all the people around me and they were smiling. Actually, it was a bit creepy.

“So now that you are calm, what are you doing here?” The older woman asked.

“I have no idea.” I answered.

“Well, what has happened to you then?” she continued.

“I don't know.”

They looked on in confusion. I too wondered what this was all about.

“I don't remember anything. Nothing, just my name.” I said.

“Well what is it then?”

“Raven.”

The older woman smiled kindly and walked away to talk to the woman that had to be the nurse, dressed in white and light brown colors and arranging bottles. The three other people who stood beside the hospital bed I laid in, introduced themselves. The guy with dark wild hair and glasses, slim build and quite tall told me his name was Harry Potter. The other guy a little bit taller than Harry more buff in his body with curly shoulder length red hair, was named Ronald (Ron) Weasley. The girl named Hermione had brown hair, wild, untamed curls, a slender physic and not all that curvy.

“So you really don't remember anything?” Hermione asked.

“No, it has all gone blank.” I replied.

The older woman, that I now know was called Minerva Mcgonagall, came back and sat down on the chair next to my bed.

“So I have decided that you are welcomed to stay here. You clearly have a strong connection to magic. I have no idea how to get you the needed supplies, but I think these three can help you, and she looked at the three people standing on the right side of the bed.

Minerva Mcgonagall  frowned, her eyes focusing on a key on a thin chain hanging around my neck, She asked to see it and as I gave it to her she seemed to be a bit shocked, yet happy.

“This is a Gringott's key. Is it not?” She asked.

“I don't know. What is Gringott's?”

“It's the Bank in the magic community. Yes professor it is.” Hermione replied.

“Then we might be able to figure out who you are!” Mcgonagall said smiling.

She took the key and left, asking the three beside me to follow her, for a quick chat. They looked a bit bewildered, but walked right after her, the door shut and I felt sleepy again.

HARRY'S PoV/

We stopped as the professor stopped and turned around to face us. She chose her words carefully, saying that she had made a choice that would influence us quite a lot. She told us that all the classes we would be taking had not found time enough after the normal school students’ time. It would take some time to make it all be just right. So we did not have to share the classes with the ordinary students.

“Well in the meantime. I had an idea for you to brush up on your knowledge.” She said.

“What is it?” Ron asked.

“Well Raven, as you know, has been invited to study here and he is far too old to start from the bottom. I would like you all to teach him.”

We did not quite understand what she was trying to tell us, but of course we would do it when we had the time. The wondering light in our eyes made the Professor sigh.

“I want you to be his teachers. Instead of studying!” She said.

“But how can we? That is not possible.” I said.

“Yes it is, I will make arrangements so that you will be given keys to the classrooms that you need for his studies, also a change in your sleeping arrangements has been made.”

Hermione lit up and smiled she was such a brainiac and had always wanted to be a teacher. If she couldn't become an auror, or reporter this was her next dream.

“You don't need to follow curfews and will have same rankings as any other teacher....”

She broke off as we heard footsteps and looked to see that it was Draco coming towards us, he stopped and looked at the professor.

“What is it Professor?” He asked.

The Professor filled him in on what we had just been told. Me and Ron both looked at each other and knew if he was going to be a teacher that would lead to trouble. He grinned at the Professor's idea, and gave a spiteful look over her shoulder towards me, the professor continued.

“Now that we are up to speed, the part I was going to say is that all of you share a common room and so in some way you are roommates.” Everybody including myself looked at one another knowing that this might be a bad idea. “But with one difference: you all will have separate bedrooms that have been conjured for each of you, and minor bathrooms. Your new abode is behind the doll painting, and the password is ‘Honey Milk’.”

We all accepted and the professor walked toward her office. Leaving us with Draco, and I could feel the tension in the air. Filled with something, that could not really be described. It wasn’t anger nor hate or maybe it was, it could not be placed, yet the tension was a bit chilly. Draco started walking.

“Excuse me!” Draco said.

“What are you going to do?” Ron said, without thinking.

“You little git! I was going to introduce myself to OUR new student.”

We let him pass but kept an eye on him as he went inside, we heard them chat just for a few seconds. We were bumped out of the way as Draco passed us, in a great rush. I growled and tried to calm down. I just hoped the rest of the year would be better, and that his attitude would change. However, Ron had pushed his buttons, so I could understand that he passed us without asking for us to move.

RAVEN'S PoV/

He introduced himself as Draco Malfoy and seemed to be a bit rigid, a stiff posture and a faint smile that did not seem sincere. I excused myself for I needed to sleep, he bowed his head slightly and moved out from the hospital wing. I drifted off to sleep.

Only an hour or two had passed since I had fallen asleep. I woke up and feeling rather up beat as I got out of the hospital bed. I knew that it was in the middle of the night from looking through the huge windows in the wing. I was curious as I could not remember where I was or who I was –apart from my name. I realized I was naked and took the thin sheet that I had with me, and within seconds I found a needle and a pair of scissors in the nurses draw. I made myself a long T-shirt with a striped bottom, which I draped over my naked body. I walked out and slowly, looked at my surroundings: pictures of sleeping people that sometimes seemed to move. I did not really know where I was going. I found myself being in the place I had fallen into this place, I looked at the magic ceiling that had the starry night sky shining bright. At times you could see the image of a star falling. I found some table wear left and touched it, not knowing what would happen. I felt a surge of power draining from me to the spoons. They slowly started to levitate; I smiled.

In my mind I wished them to swirl around me - and so they did! I giggled and could feel myself levitate up, I burst out laughing. I was unaware that four pairs of eyes were watching me. The sheet swept in the air and I walked like I had no weight at all.

I looked at the fire holders on the walls and in an instant they burst out with fire. I laughed again.

I came back to the ground, and let everything go back to normal. I wanted to see more of the castle. I walked outside and went towards the huge stairs. Still not knowing that people were following and watching my every move. I turned right and came to a courtyard, there I stopped and looked at the huge new statue of an old man. Long beard upright and proud; he seemed wise and smart, loving but not afraid to take risks. I bowed, not knowing why, but felt as though this image made of the old man deserved it. I walked back inside to look at some paintings.

I stood for some time and looked at the paintings, I smiled and found it wonderful as they moved and talked. Some sleeping, others speaking to me. A small scream left my lips as the stairs moved. I laughed as I realized what was happening and walked quickly along another hallway to end up in a tower. The sign read: The Astronomy Tower.

I walked up the stairs. As I reached the top, I could see the entire grounds and beyond. I stood by the railing and looked for a short time breathing in the fresh air, I walked back as I wanted to see more of the school grounds.

I walked and stopped for I had heard a sneeze. I turned around waiting. But heard nothing, so I kept walking. Maybe I had just imagined it. I found the huge doors I knew would lead to the outside, it was securely bolted. I wonder why the courtyard had not been bolted it seemed to lead outside but behind this door more of the ground could be explored. I felt the surge of magic and looked at the bolts that twisted around; the doors opened. I stepped outside and looked around. I looked in amazement at this beautiful and grand castle.

I could feel the still left fragments of a newly fought battle, and as if I had a vision, I heard screaming voices and tears of sorrow. A bright red flash the color of blood. I snapped back to reality as I heard that sneeze again. I turned.

“Who's there?” I shouted.

“Sorry it's just me” Hermione said and walked forth.

I looked towards her angrily, and directed my eyes behind her.

“No not you, It was a man that sneezed” I replied.

Out came Draco, and he had on a crooked smile and walked towards both Hermione and I.

“What are you two doing following me?” I asked.

“Well, I was just up for a stroll and saw you so I became curious.” Draco explained.

“And you thought sneaking after me would be the best? Instead of just walking up to me and saying  hey?”I replied.

“Don't lie Malfoy! Raven the headmistress asked me to keep an eye on you, and she must have asked Malfoy the same thing.” Hermione explained.

I looked at Draco who did not deny it. I walked back inside and they both followed me, just a few steps and I saw both Harry and Ron coming towards us.

“Oh you too?” I asked.

They explained that they were just going to check on me in the hospital wing. I smiled and thanked them, although I did not fully believe them for the look Hermione had given them said something different. Draco and Hermione sneaking and spying on me I found odd even if the Headmistress had told them to keep an eye on me. We all walked a bit and suddenly stopped in front of Professor Mcgonagall.

“So how are things here” She said.

Just a few minutes later we sat in her office.

HARRY'S PoV/

We explained everything, the headmistress just nodded and listened with great interest, and stood up from her seat as we had all said our part. Yet Raven sat still not saying anything, he seemed both angry and confused at the same time.

“Well this has all been interesting to hear and as of tomorrow you all have two weeks off.”

We all smiled except Hermione who would rather be studying for her NEWT'S, which she would  probably still be doing in the evenings. We all found it a great joy yet all of us wondered why. We all looked silently at Hermione as she stood up to ask, “What’s you reason for all of this?”

“Well Miss Granger, you, Mr Weasley and Mr Potter will take Raven to diagon-alley.”

“Then what am I here for?” Draco asked.

“You shall show him around the grounds tomorrow.”

We all nodded.

“Raven you should go back to the hospital wing. Please wait outside I want a private word with these four.”

Raven nodded and walked outside the office.

Now I wondered what she could be wanting with all of us. She smiled and said there was nothing to worry about. She handed us papers and keys. I knew that this had to be about the fact that we were going to teach; we were becoming teachers. Hermione's smile seemed so wide almost as if she would break her face.

I have something more to tell you. The headmistress said and took her seat.

“What?” We all asked.

“I have talked to the council and if you do a good job in teaching him, you all will pass your NEWT'S, and fill in the subjects you won’t be teaching in. Hagrid as offered to have an extra lesson for Raven in care for magical creatures. So now you can focus on the things you excel at, and give Raven as good a training as possible. She handed Hermione Raven's Gringott key.

We were excused, but not before she told us that there were new sleeping arrangements. Raven would be given a room with us, for there seemed to be no more space in the other dormitories. We and the rest of the few that came back had to share a new house that was called the High's Dorm. The painting had been changed. We would now go to the twins of sadness and joy. We got the password and went after getting Raven and following him back to the hospital wing.

“So is everything alright” Raven asked.

“Yes, tomorrow we will take you to diagon-alley.” I Replied.

He smiled and walked back in to the hospital wing. I found it all too much and even the fact that Malfoy was going to share the same common room was very unfair. It all this felt like some sort of test. We came to the top floor and said the password to the two twins - one crying, one laughing.

“Sweet-candycane.”

The portrait opened and let us go through, once inside in the new common room. We all felt at home, even Malfoy looked more at ease. The mixture of the different houses colors blended perfectly. The dark red walls with brown furniture and deep green curtains by the windows and carpets, the dirty yellow ceilings and even darker floorboards. Silver & golden details on everything and touches of blue here and there. All houses colors in perfect harmony, it was quite nice not to be in the old dorm I had started to become bored of the same things and colors everywhere.

We heard someone walking down the stairs and looked as we thought someone might have broken in.

“Oh Hi, were have you all been” Neville asked and yawned.

“Oh did we wake you?” I asked.

“No not really.” he said.

We all asked where we should go, not knowing where to sleep. He said that the girls were on the left and the boys on the right. Just as always we all thought. But once we came up the stairs a long hallway could be seen, Draco and I moved along but did not say a word. Ron was still kissing Hermione good night. Draco went through one of the doors and I walked a bit further to find my door; with the name HARRY on it.

I opened the door there all was as the old common room. A small sofa in red-brown color and the bright red colors draping the windows, the huge bed in dark wood with red covers with golden details. This was so Gryffindor and home, this was my now home for at least two more years.

I woke up with the sunlight caming through the window, blinding me. I rubbed the sleep away and rose up sitting in bed seeing that all my stuff had arrived. Even the new owl I had gotten, I had mourned Hedwig for a long period and decided it best to get a new owl. Hedwig's bravery still was a big part of the fond memories I kept in my heart, and the thought of getting a new snow owl was hard so I got a barn owl this time. Her name was Henny. She was a good friend and just as loyal as Hedwig had been. I loved Henny just as much I had loved Hedwig. I yawned and then flew out from the bed realizing that we were to go to Diagon Alley. I got dressed in a hurry and went down to the common room, where Malfoy already sat.

“Hi Malfoy” I said.

He did not answer.

“You can at least say hi.” I said a bit irritated.

He turned his head giving me a look that said more than words - like daggers saying “LEAVE ME ALONE”. Malfoy stood up and we both turned our heads as we heard someone coming in from the outside. There he stood in a different shape of his dress like garment that was made from his sheet, newly showered and hair neatly combed. Weirdly, I felt my heart miss a beat. He was beautiful. I stopped myself, I can’t go around thinking of another man as beautiful. ‘Well he looks good that you can think, right?’ I thought to myself. I shook my head, getting rid of the pattern my mind had taken.

“Good morning!” Raven said with a smile.

Both Malfoy and I said good morning at the same time, giving each other a look of competition. But what did we have to compete over? The war was over, and neither of us played Quidditch, nor would we share any classes - at least not this year. I had to shake my head once more, also noticing that Draco shook his a bit. I wondered what he was thinking.

Ron and Hermione came down hand in hand and we went towards the station. We could have taken the Fireplace in the headmistress’ office using floo powder but taking the train we would get a longer day of talking. It was just one thing that made us wonder, and that was why Malfoy was coming along.

“Are you also going to Diagon Alley?” I asked.

“Why do you want to know?”

“You don't have to be rude, Malfoy.” Hermione said.

“Shut up mud...” Malfoy trailed of and stepped on board the train in silence.

RAVEN'S PoV/

As I boarded the train I thought I would get some part of my memory back, but nothing. I sighed then shrugged my shoulders and continued on board. I took a seat as next to Hermione as the train started, I was really excited for this trip. I loved the feeling of riding the train, and all the magic I had seen. I was looking forward to seeing much more. I looked over Harry's shoulder, who sat next to Ron, at Draco sitting alone. I guess he had decided to come along, maybe he to needed to shop.

“So how far is it until we reach the station?” I asked.

“About fifteen minutes.” Hermione answered.

I looked at the clock on Harry's arm and saw the time. It took almost two hours from the school station to the next stop. As I waited for those last minutes to pass I looked over to where Draco sat all alone, reading a book. I stood up and walked over to him. I took a seat next to him and as I did he lowered his book feeling the impact but not seeing anything.

He turned his face to me which made our noses almost touch. We both froze in this pose for a short time before I pulled back. He blinked his eyes a few times and returned to his normal proud gaze.

“Hi, did you want something?” He asked.

“Well, I thought you might like some company.” I said and smiled.

He made a hum and continued reading his book. I sat beside him for a few minutes and felt the train slow down. I stood up and excused myself, walking back to the others. I took my seat besides Hermione again and waited as the train ground to a halt.

“Why did you go over to Malfoy.” She asked.

“Well I thought he might like some company.” I replied not seeing the weird look I got from all of them especially Harry.

We all walked off the train and I stood next to Harry. Without thinking I placed my arm around his arm, smiled at him and said “I'm ready to go”. I had not seen Ron’s and Hermione's look of shock as I had placed my arm in a hook like motion with Harry's arm. Harry smiled and let me keep my arm around him, we walked a bit to end up outside a building which bore a sign -The Leaky Cauldron- Hermione opened the door and I grabbed Harry's arm tighter.

“You don't have to be scared.” Harry said smiling at me.

“But it's so creepy here.” I replied.

“Yeah true, but that’s part of its charm” Hermione answered turning round.

I looked around and could see the dark wood that held up the roof, the creaking floorboards, aging windows and the huge table in the middle of the room. On the right side of the bar, private booths, at the far end by a fireplace was a staircase leading up to the second floor. We continued walking, I had started to slow down but walked normally again as Harry smiled at me. Suddenly we stopped.

“Hi Harry!” A female voice spoke.

We turned and Harry let go of my arm and went over giving the girl a hug.

“Nice to see you Hanna! What are you doing here?”

“Well I have started working here, and I'm in negotiating to take over.”

“Wow that's great! What about Tom?”

“Well he is getting old and want's to retire, but has trouble letting go.”

“Well just give it some time.” Hermione said.

“Yeah, well have nice day I need to get back to work.”

Hanna smiled and waved to all of us, and I for some strange reason wanted my arm around Harry's again, He walked back to me and made the move. He lifted his arm hooking it so I could place my arm around his once more, I smiled and saw him smile back. None of us saw the suspecting eye's that watched us or the looks that came from Hermione.

We walked past the bar and into an empty room, all that stood there were a few barrels. I looked around and thought for some time that they had gone nuts. Why did they bring me here? Ron then lifted his wand and tapped the brick wall in front of us, in counter clockwise order. Just after he stepped back the bricks began to rotate and move away.


END of Chapter 1

 

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