A/n: Here's chapter 2, ready and... uh... ready? Anyways, read, enjoy and review!

Chapter 2

They were indeed too early for breakfast, since they were the only ones there; say for a few seventh and sixth years scattered around, who were flicking through their books to check for mistakes or correct answers. Nevertheless, they ate normally and awaited the Professors arrivals in anticipation. After all, if Regulus was a Professor and so was Marlene Mckinnon, then Harry hoped wholeheartedly that Remus would be the one for Defense Against the Dark Art. Ron on the other hand, wished that Snape was nowhere near the school while Hermione constantly fretted over her marks. Slowly, with time did the Great Hall fill up. Percy came in, hand in hand with Penelope Clearwater, and his fellow prefects, the Head Boy and Head Girl made their way through. Their dorm mates came in later on with the rest of the school. They then noted a very familiar patch of white-blond hair- Draco Malfoy. He seemed to be looking for them- his grey eyes scanning the long Gryffindor table and then spotted them, and swiftly made his way to them.

"Well, we did it," he said with a triumphant smirk on his face.

Harry kept the secret of his parents quiet and smiled back at him forcefully.

"Hiya Harry! Wood's just told us-"

"To remind you that-"

"You're still on the team-"

"We've told him no need to remind the whole bloody house-"

"But he insisted and tore our heads of thinking that you'd forget your broom-"

"I don't see what he's worried about, we can simply mail it back through owl-"

"Since Quidditch season starts later in the year."

Fred and George. Ron adjusted his eyes to gaze at his now thirteen year old brothers. Was it just them, or did that mischievous glint in their eyes just grow. So, he was still on the Quidditch team... he felt his heart relax and a bit of happiness float in him. Harry then broke his stare away from them for a moment only to find Draco making his way back to the Slytherin table, next to Blaise Zabini. He smiled apologetically and Harry nodded in understanding. He never did get along with the Weasley twins and he probably wouldn't get along with them now.

Professor Dumbledore took his place at the staff table followed by Professor McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick, Sinistra… the old lot, but Regulus and Marlene didn't show up- probably finishing his marking, poor guy- and then Remus wasn't there as well. No, instead some old, wrinkly man with tufts of white hair made his way to the staff table who looked somewhat like Oliviander.

He felt his heard drop a bit, but then shook it off, he would probably be with Sirius who would probably be with his parents… he sighed and shook the thought off again. The timetables were then distributed amongst the students and his first lesson appeared to be DADA, then Potions. He scanned the table and spotted his worst fear- Snape. Snape looked at him as well and gave him that look of loathing that he was so used to.

Great. He still hates me. he thought.

"Harry? Harry!" Hermione's voice brought him back to reality.

She was already standing, beckoning him to get to their first class. Harry left his now cold and untouched breakfast and followed them out. Their wrinkly, and white-haired teacher was called Professor Trinkly. He seemed nice enough and he did treat everyone fairly- his mind went to Snape in that course. He got off with a mark that was exactly like his mark in his previous first year. With that thought, he felt calmer about Potions, since he did pass last time.

Potions was still a horror though, it seemed that Snape despised him even more for some reason. He would refer every comment to him and as he reviewed the answers, he would tell the class how foolishly Harry had done it wrong, he was used to it by now. Transfigurations was the same as ever however Charms- as Hermione had guessed- was taught by Regulus- or Professor Black- until their 5th year. He seemed to be a very laid back teacher who practically picked insults casually on the failures, cough Crabbe and Goyle cough. Not only that, but it seemed that all the girls in the room- excluding Hermione- gawked at him throughout the class. Harry thought it disgusting, sure he was still good-looking as ever with his thick black hair and grey eyes, but he was at least twenty years their senior. As for Marlene, he still didn't find out which lesson she taught or where her class was, but was then told by Hermione that she taught Ancient Runes. As for her marriage, he still didn't find out. Fred and George didn't change as they would have an explosion on every corner and Harry caught them with the Marauders Map a few times- though he kept his mouth shut with a smirk on. His other lessons went along good though. He didn't achieve top marks- that was for Hermione- though he did get on the average as usual. By the end of the day, he was packing with Ron, awaiting the day when he would be reunited with Sirius.

He sighed at the thought. Sure he loved Sirius almost like a father- he had to shove the look of the teenage Sirius and replace him with the older one so it would like appropriate- but he wished for his own. He wished for his own mother and father…

But then, all of a sudden, Hedwig shot through the window and threw a letter in the middle of Harry's trunk. His mouth gaped open as he saw who it was from. He couldn't believe it.


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