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"Hermione," Harry whispered loudly sauntering quietly around the Common Room, hoping she was nearby. He frowned, why wasn't she there? He wondered if she just fell asleep or maybe was waiting for him somewhere else.
Harry made his way out of the common room. But, still she wasn't outside. Normally, he would have been worried about her but right now the only thing running through his head was the past.
Did I kill that person? He kept asking himself over and over. He didn't know what to think. He was sure it was going to be okay, but the guilt swelled up within him.
"Mr. Potter," a voice suddenly boomed behind him, "I expect that you know you shouldn't be up or roaming around the schools at this hour." Professor McGonagall stood close behind Harry staring at him with a certain curiosity.
"Oh, Professor McGonagall, I was just going to bed," Harry replied pointing to the common room. Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows.
"Mr. Potter, go to your own house," McGonagall replied, but after seeing the dumbfounded look on Harry's face, she continued, "I don't know what you are trying to do, but return to the Slytherin house at once."
"What! Are you serious?" Harry practically screamed, fear flushing over him.
"Mr. Potter, I have no idea what you are trying to do here, but I am not amused. I am dead serious. Now I want you to stop all this nonsense and walk." Harry couldn't believe his ears. His heart was beating fast enough and loud enough that he was sure McGonagall could hear. He began to walk with alongside McGonagall down the stairs.
"Hey Professor McGonagall, do you know about a student falling down these stairs years ago?"
McGonagall looked at Harry with a questioning expression, "Yes, but the question is how do you know about that?" Harry looked away but continued.
"Who was the student, and what actually happened to him," Harry said quite loudly and very anxious.
"The boy's name was Thomas Riddle," Harry could feel his heart skip a beat, "he was hurt badly by the fall, but he survived and became a very successful man." McGonagall spotted Harry's odd face and continued, "Mr. Potter, are you okay?"
Harry looked up, "Uh, Yeah, just tired is all. I have to go to bed." He turned and made his way down the flight of stairs to the Slytherin dungeon. His mind was filled with questions, but one thing was sure, whatever happened in the past definitely affected the present.
It didn't take him a long time to find the boy's boarding, seeing as he explored the dungeons during his second year. He stumbled around the room, trying his best not to wake up the snoring teenagers that occupied the beds. He crawled into the only free bed and looked on the table next to it. Barely anything was there, but next to it was a trunk with various spell books and clothes. Exhausted, Harry found himself asleep quickly.
Morning arrived too early for Harry's pleasure. He awoke to the sound of voices and the vision of Slytherins getting ready quickly.
"Oi, Potter. Get up." A low, somewhat scary voice suddenly yelled at Harry, "We don't want to be late for breakfast." Harry got up, stretching. He turned to face the owner of the voice. Draco Malfoy smiled a sinister and cold smile. Harry felt an uncontrollable hatred towards him.
"What are you staring at me for." Draco replied to Harry's odd look, "Come on, you know how hungry I get in the morning." Harry frowned as he stared down at his robes, which were resting on the trunk by his bed. He had hoped and pleaded that last night was just a nightmare, but it wasn't.
"What are you guys waiting for?" Goyle asked suddenly, popping out from nowhere.
Draco half pulled Harry away from the bed and yelled at him to get ready. After a couple minutes, Harry donned the very robes he had hoped he would never have to wear and made his way to the dining hall with the people he wish he hated. Many questions flowed through his head - what had happened before, why he was a Slytherin, if he had actually stopped Lord Voldemort before he ever came to power. His head was preoccupied as he began to make his was to his original seat at the Gryffindor's table. But he was pulled away quickly by Draco.
"Potter, what's wrong with you," Draco asked, his eyes never once leaving Harry's face, "Are you not feeling well or something?" Harry realized that everyone was staring at him.
"No." Harry said quickly pointing to the Gryffindor benches,"I was just going to go sit where I normally do."
Pansy, who had suddenly appeared next to him, giggled and attached herself to his arm, "You're so funny Harry, for a second there I thought you really wanted to sit with them." She began to pull him towards the Slytherin table.
Harry unwillingly took a seat next to Draco, Crabe, Goyle, Blaize, and Pansy. It wasn't long after he sat down when he heard a familiar voice - Professor Dumbledore's.
"Good morning students," Dumbledore exclaimed smiling, "I have very important news for all of you, due to recent events where a strong charm has enchanted the Gryffindor boarding rooms," – His eyes fell apon the Slytherin table - "Gryffindor will be staying with Slytherin, until further notice. Now, I don't want to keep you all from your meals, so, enjoy." Loud groans coming from both Gryffindor and Slytherin quickly filled the room. Harry could feel the hatred radiating from both sides of the room.
Harry scooped scramble eggs onto his plate as he turned his gaze to the Gryffindor table searched for his friends. He found Ron sitting by Seamus, Neville and Dean. Ginny was close by, her hair much different and shorter. Harry searched for Hermione but didn't find her near Ron or anyone else. Instead, he found her on the other end of the table with a book. She was reading very intensely. Harry smiled; at least some things never change. He scooped a spoonful of eggs up with his spoon and stuffed it in his mouth. He sighed, he really did want to be there with them.
"Did you see Luna today?" Crabe suddenly asked Goyle, grabbing Harry's attention. "There she is," Crabe exclaimed pointing to the Ravenclaw table, "It's no wonder she got a modeling job with that magazine. I mean, look at her! I'm so jealous of that bloke she's dating right now." Harry turned his head to see Luna. Luna was sitting next to a strong and bulky looking man, talking to her friends. Luna didn't look any different then she usually did, it was just that she acted almost normal for once.
"Guys, I think we got a huge problem in our hands." Blaize hissed, capturing the attention of the group, "I mean those bloody Gryffindors are going to be staying with us. I knew something like this would happen if we charmed their stupid room to smelling like rotten fish for weeks." He looked over at the table and snorted.
"Hey, it can't be that bad." Draco suddenly exclaimed, "I mean, it not like they're really that bad. They are just idiots is all." Everyone turned to face Draco, Harry could barely believe his ears.
The group just shrugged and mumbled "I guess" before returning to their old conversations. Harry just sat there in shock of what just happened. Draco Malfoy, the very enemy of the Gryffindors, just stood up for them.
Harry returned his gaze to his old friends who were all chatting. Harry turned to look at Hermione who wasn't looking at her book anymore. Their eyes met, and Harry smiled at his friend. Hermione looked at him curiously and quickly got up and made her way out. He quickly turned his head to see Draco staring at him in an odd way.
"Harry," Pansy said suddenly, grasping his arm and pulling him along, "we better get to Slughorn's class before we're too late." He turned to see the girl with brown hair smiling at him happily. He nodded and got up. He walked down the vast hallway with Pansy, Draco, and the rest.
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