Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, JKR does…

This is going to be a regular time travel story, but it will be believable unlike many other stories I read which I found unbelievable, over-exaggerated and discontinued. Like soul-bond, inheriting skills they owned in the future etc. But in this story there will be none of it, but planned events and fun.

And this fanfiction will have Harry/Hermione pairing, but it will not be rushed into romance and it will not happen until the end of third year. If you are against Harry/Hermione pairing please don't read this and there will be Weasley bashing and minor Dumbledore bashing but eventual truce. I know there are a lot of stories like this but please don't judge me from this because I am writing this from my personal view.

Nineteen Years in the Past (Current Present)-

Suddenly Harry went completely still for a few minutes while ignoring the porridge he was eating with Hagrid in Leaky Cauldron. And then he started looking around frantically for a few minutes and then once he got a good look of his surroundings and then he looked down and found himself as a child again. He went still and forcefully redirected his attention to his previously neglected porridge and he started eating again, but there was an unseen smile on his face which indicated that Hermione's charm succeeded in bringing their memories back to the past, that's when he noticed that Hagrid was sitting beside him.

Then a small frown came to his face, because he couldn't remember any instance where he ate porridge with Hagrid during his second year in Leaky Cauldron of all places. And that got him to observe his surrounding for the most infinitesimal of details and he noticed all of his school books, stationaries, robes and Hedwig in a cage. And suddenly it became very clear that he was in fact in his first year before going to Hogwarts and not in the second year. Since Hermione claimed that the time period of their second year was the maximum length they could project into and that confused him greatly. How could that be possible, because if Hermione told him that was impossible then it was impossible, as he trusted her completely? The thought of Hermione brought out his worries, as he was now worried if she made it back to this timeline successfully.

"You ar e' quiet one! Ye'h Harry…" Hagrid asked breaking him out of his musing and Harry looked stunned for a second and then he calmed down.

"If it's no' much truble" Hagrid spoke again and this time he got his composure.

Harry didn't answer, because he was in deep thought and he already knew all the things he need to know, but to appease Hagrid he faked a grin and said.

"I'm fine Hagrid"

Meanwhile he was planning that if his meeting with the Weasleys were orchestrated then he would bypass it and could keep himself out of Dumbledore's manipulations. And tomorrow he would meet Hermione and he would know if his best friend came with him or not, so he decided to go on a secret trip to Diagon alley before going to sleep just after his dinner.

After his trip to Diagen alley he came back to his room and laid there thinking, as many questions loomed over his mind, 'She told me it's impossible to go beyond of what our magic allows to go'.

"Then how am I here in this time period…?"

"Did she make it back safely or was she stranded somewhere along the way?"

"Please be safe, Hermione!" He prayed silently.

He decided to keep his mind off of disturbing topics since worrying about it won't help, so he decided to evaluate himself of skills and abilities. He meditated for a while and a frown started to form on his face, as he found that his Occulumency and Legilimency skills were out of reach in his current form, his mind wasn't synchronized with his physical body yet. He knew how to do both of his previously mastered skills, but it was like he had been out of practice for a very long time and like he would need some extensive practice to get back in form. And all of his other skills were temporarily out of reach, but he had a plan to regain them back with time and until then he will lay low and observe. Physically he was stunted and he would have to correct that problem soon or else he will not be able to handle the upcoming problems.

And most importantly he will have to restrain himself from changing many things, because now he has the advantage of foresight and losing it was not an option. But he will have to wait until he's reached the school to start making plans, because all of the required resources are in the school and he will have to play this complex game carefully, as the safety of a lot of lives depends on his planning.

King's Cross Station-

Harry was walking towards the platform with Hagrid, but when Hagrid looked at the pocket watch and checked the time he panicked.

"Is that the time, Ye'h Harry! Dumbledore will want to see his…, Dumbledore will want to see me. Stick to your ticket Harry it's very important, I'll see ya." Hagrid said and disappeared.

While Harry took the ticket and walked straight to platform nine and three-quarters and walked in through the barrier without waiting or anyone, as he had no intention of meeting the Weasleys just yet. And when he reached the train, he immediately walked through the crowd and he boarded the train with his trunk and walked until he found an empty compartment and sat there silently. He took out a potions book from the pile of books he bought yesterday night from 'Flourish and Blotts' in his late night excursion and started reading. The train started moving slowly but he didn't care about anything, as he seemed like he was too absorbed into reading, but he was alert.

Harry was thinking about preventing Quirrell from getting his hands on the Sorcerer's stone, but he was also interested in examining it due to him being a Master Alchemist in the future. But he had no intention of attracting attention or trouble, or more shortly gaining any more fame than he had now. Because during the hunting period as an Investigative Auror, he learned a few lessons which included that transparency and fame can only make things difficult in the long run. So he would need to keep himself hidden, because the minute you show your face to the crowd then they get a target to attack and that was something he would like to avoid this time around.

He was sitting alone as patiently as he can but with little success, because he wasn't used to sitting around this idly, as he always found some work to do, so in the end he decided to meditate. A couple of hours later someone slid the door open and when he looked he saw a bushy haired girl standing there and looking at him curiously, he looked at her and held his breath waiting for her to recognize him and talk to him, but instead she asked.

"Have you seen a toad, a boy named Neville has lost one?" His mind was working overtime, because Hermione Granger was asking him the exact same thing that she asked him last time with a little exception of one Ronald Weasley not being there with him.

His heart pained as he desperately used his diminished but available Legilimency on her, only to find out that she did not have a clue on who he was, or of the events in the future and he immediately understood that she didn't make it back in time with him.

"She told me that the magic was enough for both of our memories to be projected back in time, did she lie?" He mused desperately.

"I am sure that her life forced was drained, but how come that she hasn't come back?" He thought hurriedly.

Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, but he restrained himself by calming himself down with his almost ineffective Occulumency, but he only succeeded partially as the pain was still unbearable. It took him a few minutes to calm himself and this is where the years' worth emotional training helped him to act normally and obliviously.

"Sorry I haven't, miss…" He replied acting as normally as he can.

"Granger, Hermione Granger and you are?" She asked curiously, as she walked in and sat down across him.

"Harry, Harry Potter it's a pleasure to meet you!" He replied and shook her hand and it took him a great effort to restrain himself from hugging her.

"Holy cricket, so it's really true that you are in this year's class, I've read a lot about you Mr. Potter." She answered with a broad smile.

"Please call me Harry, I'm sorry but I am not quite comfortable with my stories, because I don't know what really happened that night." He replied politely.

"Well there are many books regarding your tales…" She replied still excited about meeting him.

"I have to read them one of these days, just to know how much of it is true…" He replied smiling at her and that's when she noticed that he was reading.

"What are you reading…, Harry?" Hermione asked with a little difficulty calling him by his name, because this was all new for her too, but she asked as her curiosity got the best of her.

"It's a potions book that I bought; you see I'm muggle raised while my parents are magical, so I am not quite integrated into the wizarding world yet. So I thought that I would need to work extra hard to keep up with the other magical children of our age!" He replied quite comfortably, because he needed to get her to talk about her life and he knew that for it to work he would have to give something from his personal life.

"Well my parents are muggles and I'm the first witch in the family, so this is all new to me as well…" She said hesitantly and he could see that she was uncomfortable, because she was on guard.

Harry knew all about her insecurities of being bullied and not having friends, as he had her memories, so he decided to start breaking her out of her shell and he struck up a conversation to make her feel comfortable around him.

"Apparently my aunt and uncle completely detest the wizarding world…, so I didn't know about the wizarding world until a few days ago, until then I was their servant of sorts. So…, to find that I had parents who loved me and me having a story behind my life was quite a shock indeed!" He gave up something emotional to get something from her and Hermione was shocked to find that one of the most famous person in the wizarding world has suffered so much.

"I'm really sorry Harry, I didn't know…." Hermione was cut off by Harry.

"It's okay Hermione. Now would you prefer a book?" He asked drastically changing the subject but he was careful in his approach. With that he opened the trunk and showed a pile of carefully arranged books and Hermione was completely entranced by the display of books, so she reached out and took a Charms book and started reading.

"Do you know any spells, Hermione?" He asked her as she was reading.

"I have tried a few simple ones myself and they have all worked for me quite well." She said quite happily, but she was hesitant to demonstrate as she considered him as a very talented wizard and doing a spell and embarrassing herself was not an option for her, but her bossy attitude urged her to demonstrate.

"Can you show me one?" He asked again as he needed her to be confident and she nodded and took her wand and pointed to his glasses and said.

"Oculus Reparo!" She said and did the mending charm and successfully repaired his glasses.

"That's bloody brilliant, Hermione." He complimented her as he checked his repaired glass and that clearly made her happy as there was a small smile on her face as she began reading again.

Then she suddenly stood up and asked, "Can I keep this book for a while, I will return it to you safely."

"Please be my guest…" He replied and with that she walked out of the compartment, but she halted near the door and said.

"You should get changed, we will be reaching soon." She said shyly and walked away with a smile.

Hermione was clearly happy that there was a potential friend for her and that Harry didn't mind of her being a muggleborn witch, as she literally skipped through to her compartment. Harry on the other hand was thinking quite extensively, because he was in doubt of if he should show her the memories of her future self, but doubted his decision because he can only give her his memories and not her experiences or her feelings. Hermione wasn't mature enough to understand what it is to have a real relationship with a boy and definitely not what it is to have a married life or to be a mother of a child. So he doubted that she may not be able to handle feelings which are really strong for her age, maybe in a few years he will confide in with her, but until then he will have to be patient and handle the situation on his own. He was sure that the memories will only scare her, not help her to make decisions that will change her life.

Hogsmeade-

Harry was surprised that Ron didn't come looking for him while in the train and was standing with his brothers, as he got off from the train. He walked with the other first years and stood among the crowd who all stood in front of Hagrid.

"Al firs' years this way, with me…" Hagrid said and gathered all the first years.

"Hi Hagrid…" He greeted the half giant.

"Hi ye'h Harry" Hagrid greeted him back.

With that they were all lead to the boats and everyone started boarding the boats in order to reach the school.

"No more than four per boat!" Hagrid instructed them all.

He got on a boat and sat down, slowly Hermione joined him with a smile and followed by Susan Bones and Neville Longbottom and then the boat started moving. Everyone was looking at the castle with awe, but he smiled and waited patiently for the boat ride to end.

Hogwarts-

They were all waiting in the stairs for the sorting to begin and professor McGonagall had instructed them to wait. And just as he expected Draco Malfoy walked to him asking to be friends with him while he was talking to Hermione.

"So it's true Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts" Draco said loudly and walked towards him while all the other children were murmuring amongst themselves.

"I am Draco Malfoy, this is Crabbe and Goyle" Draco said in a clearly superior tone pointing to the two large but plump boys behind him.

"You will soon understand that pure-blood wizarding families like us are better off with each other than being with mudbloods like her, I can help you there" Draco suggested lending him his hand while Hermione looked torn and clearly expected him to take the hand.

"Thank you for your concern Draco, but I think I am quite capable of deciding that…myself" he said with a smile and he shook his hand and dismissed the blonde idiot.

Malfoy had nothing to say, so he walked to the other side sulking, then McGonagall reappeared and explained everything about the houses in the lead them into the Great Hall. All the first years were slowly called and each walked and stood before a stool with a hat on it and he smiled fondly, because to him it was like Déjà vu. Slowly names were called and he noted Hermione, Neville and Ron being in Gryffindor and Malfoy and his goons being placed in Slytherin finally his name came up.

"Harry Potter!" McGonagall called his name and the entire school started murmuring. With that he walked to the stool and sat while McGonagall placed the hat in his head.

"Difficult, very difficult" the Hat said out loud.

"Seems like you have come back in time young one?" The hat conversed with him in his mind.

"Yes and please don't mention this to Dumbledore, because it's his decisions that caused the mess and that is what I'm currently trying to clean up." He replied to the hat.

"So Albus is the one that caused this eh, interesting…" the Sorting Hat asked him.

"What are your goals and what are you going to do with the girl who couldn't come?" the Sorting Hat questioned him.

"Save as many lives as possible and destroy the Dark Lord and hopefully to put an end to Dumbledore's schemes. And I'm alone for now because Hermione is not ready yet, but she will be soon…" He replied confidently.

"Why should I trust you Harry Potter?" The Hat asked him the obvious question.

"You can't and I don't want you to either, but I am requesting you to keep quiet for a while until I reveal it on my own terms. And please place me in Gryffindor house…" He requested the Sorting hat.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat placed him and the entire Gryffindor table applauded. And then McGonagall took the hat from his head and then he walked to the table and sat across Hermione and smiled at her which she returned.

His scar started to sting a little, but he didn't bother looking at Snape or Quirrell so he ignored the pain and started eating slowly and cleanly, but lavishly like Ron, because he was bloody hungry. After Dinner the entire school sung the ridiculous school song under the request of 'Headmaster Dumbledore' and then all the Gryffindor first years were lead to their Dorms, but on their way he turned to Hermione and inquired her.

"Hermione, do you know what subjects we are going to study and do you have a planner?" He asked her, because he knew that Hermione was the one who was so intent on studies.

"I have the planner and all the subjects with the timetable and the respective professors who are going to teach what. I will give you a copy of it tomorrow morning." Hermione said happily.

"I really appreciate it!" He replied with a smile and she nodded and they both entered the Common room.

"Boys Dormitory is on the left and the Girls are on the right, all of your belongings will have already arrived up in your rooms." Percy Weasley instructed them and with that they all of them went to their respective dormitories to retire for the night.

Harry sat at the window while thinking about many things like how everything is going to start again, but he had confidence in himself that this time he will make things right, but in its entirety he still felt lost. Harry then thought about one particular thing, 'Parsletongue' he lost that ability after the Horcrux inside him was destroyed. It could have helped him so much during the time he was busy subduing Chimaeras; instead he could have used it to talk to the tail and gotten its permission to study them. He regretted not memorizing how to talk to snakes via Parsletongue and he had to listen to Ron's boasting of how he copied his ability and used it to open the 'Chamber of secrets' for an entire year after war. This time he will memorize it by talking to snakes and learning how to talk and how to understand them individually and he will not take it for granted.

Next morning he woke up early and after cleaning up he dressed up in his robes and walked down to the common room and found Hermione waiting impatiently and when he greeted her she smiled and started talking to him about the day's classes and gave him a copy of the planner.

"Today's Tuesday so we will have Herbology and Defense against Dark Arts for the first two periods. We better hurry and have breakfast, and then we will be the first ones to reach the class." Hermione said and almost skipped to the Great Hall and he followed her while smiling all the way due to the girl's enthusiasm.

The day went fine except for how he found it boring, but he noticed the subtle details he missed last time, how the professors handled themselves and the finer details of handling Herbs. D.A.D.A class was a joke, because Quirrell/ Voldemort acted as if he was afraid of his own shadow, but still as a good student he took notes. After that the entire day was free and he spent the first few hours with Hermione in the library and then he walked out of the school to meditate and get the hang of his internal magic and talked to a tree snake near the trees surrounding the school.

Herbology lessons were good and he did particularly well in the subject, but he wasn't fascinated by the subject, hence he didn't give his full attention to it. But that didn't give him any reason to slack off, so he tried his level best and got good results in Herbology and a good name from 'Professor Sprout'.

Transfiguration class held his interest and professor McGonagall was impressed by his skill and showered him with house points and Hermione was the only one in the class who gave him some competition, but still he held the upper hand. He helped Hermione in spell casting even if she didn't need any and also helped Neville Longbottom to develop passable results. Changing Matchsticks into Needles were one of the easiest in the category, so helping Neville by making him visualize the matchstick as a needle and insinuating result was a new experience.

Potions was a subject he liked and did very well, but he detested the class because of Snape and even after knowing why Snape did what he did, he couldn't forgive him for what he was going to do to him due to Snape's hatred for his father. So he answered Snape's every single question, infuriating the former Death Eater to no end. And he never made a single mistake in his potions which obviously didn't give the man any reason to target him and helping Neville to get good results also became a good habit, because it was like rubbing it in Snape's face. Finally Snape assumed that Harry inherited his mother's skills and attitude when it came to academics, so he reduced his attempts to bother him and targeted more on Ron, Seamus and Dean.

After a particularly exhausting potions class, he and Hermione went to meet Hagrid and he introduced Hermione to Hagrid. And just like last time he saw the article of Gringotts break-in of vault 713 lying on the table in Hagrid's hut, but he didn't question the news or events instead he kept quiet about the whole issue and didn't instill curiosity into his friend's minds. He had a plan to deal with Professor Quirrell/Lord Voldemort and when the time comes he will handle the possessed man personally.

Charms professor Flitwick was enthralled with his abilities in Charm classes, as he performed most of the basic charms in his first try. Answering questions regarding the science behind charmwork and performing Charms without much difficulty got him the praises from the Charms professor. Still now Astronomy and flying were all theory and didn't go into a practical approach. So he waited patiently for the classes to get more fun and games.

The days started to blur after finding the room of requirement and he used it as his personal training room. He trained in there extensively in his Dark Arts, to get the hang of the dueling stances and movements; he also practiced Occulumency and built his mental defenses styling it as a 'three wall barrier'. He designed the first defense into a complex Mansion with so many rooms that you could get lost into and the second defense as a compound wall around the house with so much security making it impenetrable and the final stage in the form of the 'Fidelius Charm' that surrounds the compound wall and the Mansion and the secret keeper being secured inside the House. So to others his mind was unreachable and invisible unless he himself comes out to visibility. Even with this he was not satisfied by his mental defense, so he meditated and strengthened his mental barriers every day.

He didn't have much luck in Legilimency as he didn't have any mind to penetrate into, but he knew the basics and he tried to project his magic outside non-verbally and wandlessly but with little success. Though he sorted out his memories and went through his knowledge again and again for maximum retention, he found them painful to watch his worst experiences.

He became a friend of sorts with Ron again as he was one of his dorm-mates, but he kept a decent distance from Ron's habits of slacking off and his time wasting attitude. Ron often invited him to a game of chess or exploding snaps, but he politely refused and instead he spent most of time with Hermione studying and preparing for classes either in the common room or in the library. He still wanted to become a namesake friend with Ron, but he didn't because he didn't want Ron to influence his decisions due to the Weasley's overly degenerative attitude and playfulness. He studied so furiously, it eventually became his next favorite thing after Quidditch and getting tips from Neville regarding Herbology which only helped Neville's confidence and most of the teachers were on good terms with Harry Potter.

Finally practical approach on flying lessons came, but they were paired up with Slytherin first years.

"Okay, in this class you will be learning how to fly on a broom." Madam Hooch announced loudly.

"Everyone stand on the left side of the broom and stretch your right hand over it and say 'up'." Madam Hooch announced the instructions.

"'UP'" he said loudly among others and the broom flew into his hand on his very first try which earned him a surprised look from Hermione, but he wasn't even remotely surprised. Draco and Ron got theirs in their third and fourth try while Hermione's broom didn't levitate, but kept rolling on the ground on her command and he found it amusing. And finally when everyone eventually got their brooms Madam Hooch said, "Now I want you all to mount on the broom and slowly levitate a foot from the ground and then lean forward and touch down."

Unfortunately for Neville his broom took him higher and flew him to all the places and crashed onto a wall, while Neville fell down dislocating his shoulder and dropping him remembrall orb in the process.

"Keep your legs firmly on the ground; if I see one broom in the air then you will be on the train back home before you can say Quidditch." Madam Hooch warned before taking Neville to the infirmary.

And like last time Draco took Neville's remembrall and started flaunting about it among other Slytherin students.

"Malfoy, will you please return it to Neville in the infirmary?" He asked politely.

"Or what Potter?" Draco taunted.

"Nothing Draco, just give it to me and I will return it to Neville in the infirmary!" He replied and Malfoy ignored him and said.

"Maybe I'll put this in a tree where the squib will never find it…" Malfoy climbed on the broom and flew away in the air. Last time he found the entire incident quite infuriating, but now he found it to be rather amusing. He mounted on his broom and aimed at Draco Malfoy who was thinking that he couldn't fly at the moment.

"Harry no, Professor Hooch specifically told us not to attempt flying." Hermione warned, but he didn't heed on her warning.

Harry flew over to Draco and placed himself straight across Malfoy. And before Malfoy could even taunt him, he flew close to Malfoy and caught hold of Malfoy's broom and spun him, Malfoy lost control of his broom, but still managed to regain control of his broom and steady himself, but then he looked at Harry clearly furious and a little unnerved.

"Do you want to be a hero Potter? Then catch!" Draco said as he threw the remembrall towards the castle.

Harry already anticipating this readied himself and just as the orb left Malfoy's hand he shot off towards it. And he overtook the orb halfway and caught a hold of it a foot from the castle wall quite easily and then he spun in mid-air and slowly floated to the ground by tilting the broom slightly and landed himself perfectly. And just like he expected, before anyone could even congratulate him due to the perfect catch professor McGonagall walked out to the courtyard and said.

"Mr. Potter, follow me now." McGonagall said and walked away into the castle and he trailed behind her, Hermione was scared and concerned while the Slytherin first years were all sniggering.

Professor McGonagall led him to fourth year D.A.D.A class and she interrupted Quirrell's class and asked.

"Professor Quirrell may I borrow Mr. Wood for a moment please!" McGonagall asked and when Quirrell nodded to the Transfiguration Professor introduced him to the Gryffindor team captain Oliver Wood.

"Mr. Wood, I've found you a seeker." McGonagall said in a clearly happy tone. With that both looked at him and he did his best to act like he was confused by the whole issue. While Wood looked excited at first, but then he started grinning like a mad man and that really scared him.

The very next day, Oliver Wood gave him a private Quidditch lesson, about the game and its rules and guidelines. He being the seeker of Gryffindor team somehow leaked to the school's populace courtesy of the Weasley twins and everyone were talking about him being the youngest seeker of the century. And within the end of the week he was put through a grinder called Quidditch practice and this caused a certain redhead to look at him enviously. He was surprised that Ron was looking at him with envy, but he also understood the fact that he didn't notice this last time, since he was never good with understanding emotions back then. So he assumed that it must have been the reason which caused Ron to feel like being in his shadow. That night just after practice, when he came to the Gryffindor common room he didn't bother doing his homework as he went straight to the dorm and fell asleep within minutes.

Next morning he woke up and every single muscle in the body ached in pain and he found that the entire concept of exercise being foreign for his body. As it was Sunday he slowly woke up and changed into his regular clothes and went straight to the infirmary to meet Madam Pomfrey and ask for assistance.

"Madam Pomfrey, I need a little help." He requested to the matron.

"What kind of help do you need, Mr. Potter?" Pomfrey turned around to see Harry Potter and then she asked with a little concern.

"I need you to run a few tests and check I am healthy enough to play Quidditch." He asked to the matron.

"Is that really necessary, Mr. Potter. Quidditch is an exhaustive game I agree, but if you are looking for potions to help you in the game then you are sorely mistaken." Madam Pomfrey misunderstood the nature of his request.

"No Madam Pomfrey, I just need to know that if I am healthy enough to play such an exhaustive game…" He replied making it clear that he wasn't interested in boosting potions.

Madam Pomfrey gave him a scrutinizing gaze and then led him to one of the beds and once he sat down she went through a few diagnostic charms and gasped when she found out the boy was indeed severely malnourished.

"What happened to you, Mr. Potter, for you to be this malnourished?" The nurse questioned him sternly.

"I don't get to eat that much in my aunt's and uncle's house, so…" He hesitated and that was enough for Madam Pomfrey to fill in the blanks. Poppy Pomfrey was beyond furious and she was really in the mood to Hex Harry Potter's aunt and uncle and she felt disgusted towards the boy's guardians, as she found the boy very malnourished and frail.

"Wait here Mr. Potter, I'll be back shortly!" Pomfrey said and walked to her medicine cabinet and started browsing for medicines and potions to exhume the boy's health. Almost ten minutes later Madam Pomfrey walked back into the infirmary and then she placed four vials of potions on the bed he was sitting and said.

"These are the three potions you should take every day for the upcoming month. The first one is a growth potion; it'll correct any problems regarding restricted growth due to malnourishment, the second one is nutrient potion this may taste very bad, but it'll directly handle your malnourishment. The third and final potion will help in enhancing the other two potions to your body and I suggest you to eat quite lavishly, because these potions will make you rather hungry. And don't worry about coming here and getting doses, because I have placed a 'refilling charm' and it'll refill by itself automatically once you have taken the dose for the day." Madam Pomfrey gave him the medicines.

"And Mr. Potter, don't push yourself too much regarding Quidditch practice, because the growth potion will only be restricted by your physical exercises. Stretching exercises are okay, but anything more strenuous than that, is not advised." Madam Pomfrey warned and bid him goodbye.

He went to the common room and placed all the potions in his trunk and then decided to take the potion for the day, it was just like how Madam Pomfrey warned it would be, it tasted awful, but he drank them anyway. After that he walked back down to the common room and he found Hermione sitting on the couch and reading a book as usual, the common room was almost empty as most of the older students were outside enjoying the sun.

"Hermione, it's Sunday, so what do you want to do?" He asked happily to his best friend.

"I want to practice charms and transfiguration…" Hermione replied smoothly and this was not what he was expecting.

"Please don't tell me that you want to study the whole day!" He asked clearly annoyed.

"Unlike you Harry, I'm not a natural genius and I need to study every now and then to keep up…" Hermione replied with an edge in the voice.

"Who said anything about me being a natural genius, and why are you angry?" He asked confused.

"You lied to me!" She said almost inaudibly.

"I certainly did not." He replied now giving Hermione his full attention.

"You told me that you were muggle-raised and that you were not integrated into the wizarding world." She asked him with a suspicious gaze.

"Yes!" He agreed to her statement.

"That's what you lied about; you had prior knowledge about the wizarding world and experience." She looked disappointed and betrayed as she said that.

"I don't have any prior knowledge or anything regarding the wizarding world and that's the truth and I certainly didn't lie to you" he replied sternly.

"You did, because I noticed that you do every single spell or charms like you already know them, how?" She asked clearly furious.

"Come and I'll show you how." He caught hold of her wrist and led her outside through the portrait.

With that he held her hand more tightly and he walked to the seventh floor left corridor opposite to the tapestry of 'Barnabas the Barmy' and then he stood facing the wall for a few minutes and then thought quietly. The door appeared and he opened it and ushered Hermione into the room and he followed in behind her.

What Hermione saw in there blew her mind; the room itself was big like it was under 'extension charm' and there were bookcases with thousands and thousands of books which were all moved from the 'Room of the Hidden Things'. And finally there was study area with tables and chairs and what looked like a cupboard with a glass door inside that there was racing brooms and other items and finally the practice area for combat dueling practice.

"This is where I train every day Hermione; there are books for almost everything and that's where I do my dueling drills and exercises. After library this is the next place where I spend most of my time practicing." He said and a look from Hermione said that she was delighted by the turn of events.

"Harry, why didn't you tell me about this place?"

"I was looking for the right time, Hermione."

"You should have told this to me first." Hermione gave a look which said that she was mad at him for hiding this.

"Hermione listen to me very carefully, Dumbledore is keeping a close watch on me for some reason and I don't know why. I can only assume that he knows this place that I am using and I am pretty sure that he is trying to control my life and micromanage every move, but I can't allow that because it's my life and its mine to live. So the less the people know the better and to be honest I wasn't planning to show you this place until next year, but I showed you because I trust you and in your decisions, so you can't tell anyone about this place." He revealed his fears and reassured her.

Hermione looked alarmed and confused, but she was going to trust Harry as he trusted in her, so she nodded with utmost concentration. He pointed her towards the books and said, "Enjoy!" And that was enough for Hermione to run towards the shelves excitedly, while he kept laughing at her enthusiasm for books.

Dumbledore's Office-

"The boy is brilliant like his mother Severus, but he hasn't inherited any of his father's curiosity either…" Dumbledore said to the potions master.

"I thought having Hagrid to take him to the vault and then the break-in article in the 'prophet' would make him curious enough to investigate into the situation, but he is too keen on studying than anything else." Dumbledore said disappointedly.

"Maybe if we can put clues like a trail of breadcrumbs then he may follow it to the stone!" Snape suggested carefully.

"No, he will smell something suspicious almost immediately and then he will obviously assume that it was organized by the authority and then I will lose his respect too…" Dumbledore shot down the idea.

"Respect too?" Snape asked curiously.

"The boy doesn't trust me like I wanted to Severus, he thinks that I'm just a headmaster for the school and he wants to keep it like that and doesn't want me in his life. And I agree with him on that for now, I shouldn't interfere in his life just yet." Dumbledore replied disappointedly.

"Professor the boy is a natural Occulumens, do you know how?" Snape asked a little intrigued as he couldn't even find the boy's mind.

"I'm assuming that his life with the Dursleys have caused him to erect mental barriers on his own in ordered to handle the solitude. Did you notice that it wasn't difficult to penetrate, but difficult to find? The boy wants privacy and we will give it to him and for the moment there is nothing else that we can do…other than to wait." Dumbledore said and took his seat in the office while Snape walked out of the room impassive as always.

"What to do now?" the century old headmaster mused.

Sorry if I disappointed you with this chapter, but do not worry because Hermione will get her memories back soon and she will understand everything and assist Harry. Ron will be their friend of sorts for a while, but they will keep their distance from him due to his habits and influences. And please review and tell me how you feel and give suggestion of how to continue.

Until next time,

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