A/N: Hello again! So here is the second chapter. Again, it is like IFlipForHarryPotter's version, but I have added a few details and changed a few things. This will be the same every chapter until maybe chapter 10 or 11. Another thing, after I had posted the last chapter, I had gotten a lot of story/favorite alerts, so thank you for all of you that did that! But I only received one review and thank you to that reviewer. You weren't logged in, so I couldn't reply to it. I would like for you readers to review my story, if you can. It would mean so much to me. Anyway, enjoy this chapter! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything J.K. Rowling has created.

Harry's surroundings became clearer as the bright light faded. He was in a somewhat dark room, no, a dungeon. The walls were made of some type of a hard and grey stone, and the air was cold and breezy.

Oh, how Aunt Petunia would be berating him when he managed to get back to Privet Drive. If he managed to get back to Privet Drive. And Uncle Vernon? Hw would resort to a more abusive punishment. If Harry had a choice, he would pick to be disciplined by Aunt Petunia than Uncle Vernon any day.

Harry slowly stood up, taking in his surroundings with greater detail. There seemed to be… desks? There were about twenty of them, in rows. All of them were in front of a big, long one at the front, resembling more of a table than a desk. On each desk, there seemed to be two big, round pot things, which emanated a curious grey gas.

Wait, something was moving! And… they were people! There were all standing around the desks and stirring whatever was inside the big, black pots. It also seemed as though they were straining their necks to look at Harry.

"Aww! Look at him!" cooed a brown haired girl with brilliant blue eyes.

Harry, feeling trapped, frantically gazed around the room, looking for an escape. It wasn't until he saw a different girl that he calmed down and gazed at her, mesmerized. She had fiery red hair, a curious look on her face, and she had radiant emerald eyes, just like Harry's.

Suddenly, Harry was gently lifted up into a plump man's arms.

"A bit out of place, aren't you m'boy?" chortled the man, but he had a concerned expression on his face.

Just as the man had started to his words, Harry flinched as though he was expecting a blow and frantically tried to wriggle out of the man's grasp. However, when it did not come, he looked up fearfully, but then looked back down, hoping not letting the man see. Unfortunately, he noticed.

"What's wrong, little one? I'm not going to hurt you," he said, looking aghast.

"Potter! Evans! Can you take him to the Headmaster's office? I trust that both of you know where that is?" he called out, specifically to a boy with messy, black hair, hazel eyes, and square-rimmed glasses.

"Of course, sir!" said the boy identified as Potter.

"Yes, Professor," the girl, Evans, replied and offered her hand for Harry to grasp. Harry timidly reached out to hold her hand, and when he had made contact and she didn't flinch, he became more at ease and put his hand insider hers, which was far too big for his own, tiny own.

The boy named Potter navigated through the room so that he could open the door for the two.

As Harry was walking out of the dungeon, he saw three faces. First was a pale and skinny boy. He had jet-black, oily hair that hung limp on his head. He had an impassive expression on his face as he watched them walk out. The next one was somewhat different. He still had black hair, but it was elegantly styled and portrayed a sense of laid-back ease, charm, and grace. His expression was more amused and looked like he was holding back guffaws of laughter. The last boy was different from the two. For starters, he had sandy-brown hair with flecks of dirty blonde, crystal clear blue eyes, slight bags under his eyes, and pale scars on his face and on his hands. His face held a more curious appearance and his forehead was slightly creased from thinking in concentration.

"You don't have to impress me, Potter!" Evans hissed into his ear as she led Harry out of the dungeon and his seemingly deep trance from looking at the three boys from the dungeon. In response, he just took on an innocent expression and walked beside Harry as they headed towards the stairs.

Harry's first real shock came when they walked out of a narrow corridor and into a larger space with hundreds of moving staircases and portraits. He looked at them with a mixture of fright and awe. He turned to Potter and Evans to see their expressions. They had just walked on up them as if it was an everyday thing. Evans noticed just in time that Harry was frozen in place as the staircase started to move.

"Potter!" she cried before she hoisted Harry onto the moving staircase in time. James turned to see what the commotion was about as Lily was picking Harry up.

"What is it, Evans?" he replied, confused.

"You have to be more careful! We almost left him!" she said gesturing to Harry. Before James could retort, Lily turned to the boy.

"By the way, what is your name, sweetie?" she asked, adopting a motherly tone.

Harry looked around nervously, deciding whether or not he should trust this girl or not.

Finally, looking a bit unsure about his decision, he whispered into her ear, "Harry."

"Oh! What a nice name, Harry," she replied kindly. During this exchange, James was looking at both of them with an expression of amusement.

"Do you want to know my name?" asked Lily in a somewhat serious, yet playful, manner.

Harry quickly nodded his head in fervent excitement in making a new friend.

"It's Lily," she said with a broad grin.

They all stepped off of the staircase and started to stride down a particularly long corridor, and Harry, too immersed in finding out Lily's name, missed the moving portraits adorning both sides of the hallway.

"Oh! That's a very pretty name," Harry said shyly. Then, he repeated her name as though he had heard it somewhere before. "Lily."

"You have good taste, sport," said James. "I've been trying to tell her that for years and all I get is a good slap in the face," he joked, but Harry looked aghast.

"No! No slap! It hurts," he whimpered, much to Lily's concern.

Lily then took it upon herself to slap James in the back of the head, but luckily, Harry didn't see it.

"Ouch!" he replied, flinching.

"Look at what you did!" she berated, once again gesturing to the cowering Harry, who was rubbing his cheek gingerly.

James had the sense to look ashamed and crouched down to face Harry.

"Hey. I didn't really mean that and no one is going to slap you, Harry. I'm sorry if what I said hurt you. Are you alright?" asked James softly and concernedly.

"That's right, Harry. No one is going to slap you, okay?" spoke Lily softly. She was still reeling from James's change in demeanor, but she didn't Harry or James to see. She was also disgusted that someone would want to hit a child as sweet as Harry.

Harry just nodded slightly in response and was looking at his shoelaces. Lily started to start another conversation.

"So Harry, do you have any brothers or sisters?" she questioned.

"No," he replied softly, with a slightly depressed look. After one look at him, Lily didn't make any more attempts and at a conversation.

The trio walked in silence the whole way up to the Headmaster's office. When they finally reached their destination, they approached a gargoyle in front of a seemingly blank and curved wall.

Then, as Head Girl, Lily declared to the gargoyle, "Licorice Snap."

The gargoyle sprang to the side as the last two words were uttered, much to Harry's befuddlement. Uncle Vernon hated it when he asked questions, so Harry tried very hard to keep his mouth shut, but his wide eyes and awed expression gave away all hints he wasn't interested.

Harry then bravely stated, "It's like… magic!"

He then turned very red and lowered his head. Uncle Vernon didn't like it if anyone spoke the word 'magic' in the household. What amazed Harry even further was that the wall behind the gargoyle revealed a gleaming staircase spiraling down along a shimmering gold object, which looked like an eagle, entwined with it. Harry couldn't help but utter a "Wicked."

Meanwhile, Lily was still fuming from the earlier incident, while James was looking at her with a wary expression. Neither of them were paying much attention to Harry, but that didn't both the boy, as he was used to it by now. Lily took a few breaths before addressing Harry.

"Come on."

And she once again took hold of the little hand she had let go in her state of anger and annoyance.

With James lagging a bit behind, not wanting to invoke Lily's rage, Lily helped Harry up the narrow staircase, and the trio arrived at the Headmaster's door.

Before James could knock on the door, a soft "Come in." floated from inside of whatever was behind the great door.

"I've always wondered how he does that, " James thoughtfully murmured.

He then grasped the handle, turned, opened the door and went inside. Then, he held the door so that both Lily and Harry could go inside. Once they were, he let go of the door and sat down in one of the plush chairs that sat in front of a grand, mahogany desk, where an old man sat behind.

Harry was distracted by all of the various knickknacks and contraptions that adorned the room. There was a peculiar inscribed on a book, which was perched on top of a great pile of thick books. It was a triangle with a line sewn through the middle and circle encasing it.

Harry's eyes then rested upon the elderly man, the same man who James was sitting in front of. He was very odd, the old man. His face was kind and lined; with his twinkling sky blues eyes behind a pair of half-moon shaped spectacles. His white beard extended to the top of the desk.

"Ah, Miss Evans, Mister Potter. How may I help you three today?" He sent a little wink towards Harry's direction. Harry responded by hiding behind Lily's legs. She looked down in surprise, and pried the boy off of her legs, walked to the other chair, sat down, and settled Harry down onto her lap. Harry looked up at her in amazement. Aunt Petunia never let him sit on her lap, only Dudley was allowed that privilege. Lily, however, dismissed the look, thinking that he was awed by the Headmaster's office.

"Well, you see, Professor…" and with that, James went into full detail, with Lily pitching in a few times, on how Harry had come upon them. "And that's what happened, Professor," he finished.

"I see. Now, you two may go and resume your classes. I'll take care of Harry here."

"Yes, sir," James and Lily replied in unison, much to James's amusement and Lily's irritation. Harry was still settled on Lily's lap, which created a slight problem.

"Okay Harry, you're going to stay with this nice man for a little bit, okay?" Lily said, hoping that he wouldn't cause too much of a fuss.

At these words, Harry looked up with those startling emerald eyes full of fear and abandonment. Sensing Harry's agitation, Lily added, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Then, looking up at Dumbledore, she asked, "Can I come back to see him, Professor?"

"Of course, Miss Evans."

During the whole commutation, James looking at Harry and Lily with amusement in his eyes and a small smile playing at his lips.

Harry, still a bit fearful, but his sense of abandonment fading, slowly let go of Lily's school robes and got off of her lap.

"There you go Harry, but I have to leave now, okay?"

Harry slowly nodded as he watched the two Gryffindors leave the room.

Albus Dumbledore turned to look at Harry as the door was closing, and took a few moments before speaking.

"Hello there."

"Hi," came Harry's timid reply.

"Would mind sitting down and telling me your full name?" Dumbledore inquired kindly. He already knew the boy's firs name, of course, but he had a theory that could only be confirmed by hearing the boy's answers

Harry then sat down in the chair that Lily had previously inhabited and quietly said, "Harry James Potter."

"Ah," Dumbledore said in response. His theory was correct then, well, partly correct. He only needed to ask a few more questions.

"And Harry, would you mind telling me how you got here?"

"I was pulling weeds for Aunt Petunia," he explained. "And then I saw a shiny thing. I ran to go show Aunt Petunia. But then I tripped and fell. The thing broke and then… I was here!" Harry finished rather dramatically despite being the shy boy that he was.

"I see. Thank you for telling me, Harry; and thank you for being such good boy. But would you mind terribly if I asked another question?' Harry shook his head

"I was wondering who your parents were. Could you tell me?" Harry seemed slightly depressed at the mention of the word 'parents'.

"I don't know much about my parents, sir. All I know is that they died and my mum's name 'cause Aunt Petunia said it once." He then motioned for Dumbledore to lean in closer. The old man obliged. "It was Lily." Harry then frantically looked around, as if he said something horrific.

"Why, thank you Harry," Dumbledore expressed with a broad smile on his face, trying to allay the dear boy.

Changing the subject, Dumbledore said, "Well Harry. Do you want to get some better clothes?"

Harry drooped his head again and repeated what Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had drilled into his head since he ever lived at Privet Drive. "I not awarded good clothes 'cause I'm ungrateful."

"Now Harry. That isn't a least bit true! Now, come along and we'll get you some good clothes. Okay?"

"Okay."

Dumbledore then offered his hand to Harry and he took it. They both left the office and walked to the Hospital Wing. Harry was going to get a check-up.

Sorry if Harry doesn't really talk like that at four-years-old. I don't really know how babies talk at four years old, so I just improvised. Anyway, please review! :)