These updates are really sporadic, but that's how it usually is with me. I occasionally get on a schedule, but it usually falls apart pretty quickly. But I will try to update once to twice a week until this story gets caught up with the Wattpad version.

"Is it true?" Draco asked. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

Harry internally groaned, Draco really was insufferable at this age. At any age before eighteen, really. But he wanted to avoid a seven year rivalry with an eleven year-old. So he simply smiled,

"Yeah, I am. And you are?"

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He then seemed to realize Ron and Hermione were sitting there, and eager to show off his superiority, started insulting them, "No need to ask who he is, he must be a Weasley. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." Ron scowled, but Harry simply smiled,

"I wouldn't put to much stock in money Draco. Money can become worthless in a minute, but family stays with you forever." Unless they get sent to Azkaban for torture, conspiracy, and murder. He added in his mind. Draco scowled,

"I guess she must be a Mudblood then, my father also told me the Weasleys are a bunch of blood-traitors." He said, trying to gain some ground against them. Ron nearly jumped from his seat, but Hermione pulled him down, preventing Ron from knocking him out. Harry snorted, though he too was struggling to keep his cool,

"Did your father also tell you that blood status means absolutely nothing to anyone except you pure-bloods obsessed with it, which, really, is such a small percent of the wizarding population." Even though he wanted to avoid a rivalry, he in no way wanted to be friends with this Draco. Plus, he needed Draco to leave.

At this Draco scowled and stalked off, with Crabbe and Goyle following him.

"Well, I would say we're already on the right path. At least Goyle didn't leave with bite marks this time. Speaking of which, you still have him, right? Because I want to turn him in as soon as possible, to avoid any chance of his escape." Ron nodded, and grabbed Scabbers's cage from the top rack,

"Hopefully the house elves don't try to open the cage."

"It's a shame that we rely on house elves for everything. A little labour never killed anyone." Hermione couldn't help but say, even if she had accepted the reality of the situation.

"Hermione, we've been over this, they don't mind it and they do it by magic anyway, plus, they're better off here than with the Malfoys. Especially since Dumbledore's the one in charge."

"I know, but still. Perhaps you should put a note on the cage, asking them not to open the cage. Nicely Ronald." Hermione said, Ron sighed but complied, making it a command, but a nice command.

Finally, they arrived at Hogsmeade station and climbed into a boat after saying hi to Hagrid. Neville soon joined them in the boat, still holding tightly onto Trevor. By the time they got to the Great Hall entryway, everyone, even the trio, was nervous, although the trio was more nervous about the sorting hat seeing their past memories and telling Dumbledore, and less about the actual sorting, they already knew where they were going to end up, no matter what.

In no time at all, they were in the Great Hall, everyone was sorted the same as they were the first time around, then it came to Hermione, who, after several minutes, was sorted into Gryffindor. On the way to the table, she gave Ron and Harry a thumbs up, and soon, it was Harry's turn once more.

"Another one, eh? And I'm guessing you want to be put in Gryffindor again?" The hat spoke into his ear, Yeah, that'd be nice. I'd rather stick with my friends. Also, could you not mention this to Dumbledore? I don't need a lecture about being careful about my knowledge of the future. It almost sounded like the hat sighed, but he soon shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" McGonagall took the hat and Harry joined Hermione at the Gryffindor table, laughing at the twins shouting,

"WE GOT POTTER, WE GOT POTTER!"

Ron soon joined them and after Dumbledore's warning about the Forbidden Forest and the third floor corridor, they quickly started digging into the feast. Even though Mrs. Weasley's home cooked meals were the best, there was something about Hogwarts feasts that made them amazing. Harry quickly grabbed a large slice of treacle tart, his favorite.

The next day, it was time for classes. Though this time they were on time from the beginning, even if they idled around for several minutes. By this time, they knew the school better than anyone, with the knowledge of the Marauders Map, and their own previous knowledge. They were even able to stop Peeves's interference and get him on their side by promising him a few dungbombs if him left them alone, which he, of course, gleefully accepted.

Astronomy was the same as always, a lot of sitting around and waiting, but Herbology became a task, as the trio simultaneously took care of the plants while convincing Neville that he was a talented herbologist already. But they couldn't be too over-enthusiastic, if there was one thing they learned about Neville, it was that he had to come into his confidence on his own, and not by someone pressuring him.

History of Magic was boring as always, but the years of boring meetings about statistics and the Ministry policies enabled the trio to stay awake without much trouble. Charms was pretty simple, for thirty-eight year old adults, it was more a tedious task than an actual lesson. Then there was Transfiguration. Considering Harry had become an Animangus a few years back (he was an owl) and Ron and Hermione had researched along with him, even though they hadn't wanted to become Animangi themselves, this was one of their easiest classes. This made McGonagall highly pleased with them, and they became her favorite students once more, though she would never admit it.

Quirrell's class was a joke, Harry and Ron mostly goofed off all through the class, finding different things to complain about, whether it be Harry's scar hurting, or the 'garlic' in his turban was making them sick. What really excited them was that they would finally be able to turn in Pettigrew at the end of the week. But first, they had to deal with Snape on Friday. Fortunately, Harry had years of experience in potions, since it was a required skill for Aurors, and was able to answer Snape's questions (which were NOT meant for first years) with ease, though it didn't help his relationship with him any, it didn't give him anything to complain about.

Finally, at the end of the day that Friday, after they visited Hagrid, the trio grabbed Scabbers's cage and brought it to Dumbledore's Office.

"Any idea of the password? It's usually a candy, but I have no idea." Hermione asked

"Lemon Drops?" To their surprise, the gargoyle jumped aside, revealing the passage way to the Headmaster's office.

"Nice, first try." Ron said. They climbed the steps, and when they reached the top, they saw a surprised Dumbledore waiting for them behind his desk,

"My, it's not often that first years are able to find my office. Even less often that they are able to guess my password correctly. I must say, I'm rather impressed. Now, what brings you here?" Dumbledore asked, his fingers together in his endlessly wise way.

"My rat." Ron said, holding up the cage, "I think there is something wrong, he freaks out whenever we mention Voldemort," At that Pettigrew hudled into the corner, "And we heard McGonagall taking about wizards who could turn into animals..." They had, in fact, made it a point to be around when she was discussing Animangi with a third year. Dumbledore nodded,

"And you were wondering if that had anything to do with your pet? A bit outlandish, but I understand your concerns. May I see your pet?" He asked, "There is a simple spell that will not harm him at all, but will force him to resume his natural form if he is an Animangus."

Ron nodded and carefully, holding him tightly handed him to Dumbledore. Dumbledore waved his wand and, after a moment, Peter Pettigrew was sitting on Dumbledore's floor, hudled in a ball. As Pettigrew looked up and Dumbledore saw his face, Dumbledore's face became a mask, but Harry recognized the fury underneath the mask, he had seen it a few times, in both Dumbledore and himself.

Dumbledore quickly tied Pettigrew up in ropes and stupyfied him then moved swiftly to his desk and wrote a letter. He gave it to Fawkes, who burst into flames. Dumbledore turned to the trio,

"If I may, I would like to discuss something with Harry."

"With all do respect, anything you can say to me, you can say to Ron and Hermione. They're my best friends." Harry replied. To Dumbledore, they had known each other for a week, so best friends would seem like an exaggeration, he was sure; but to him, it was almost thirty years together. However, Dumbledore nodded.

"Very well. Now, as you are aware, your rat was indeed a animangus. What you may not be aware of, is that this man is not supposed to be alive. Now Harry, I hadn't wanted to tell you this until you were older, but this man is the one that gave away your parents location to Voldemort."

Harry knew this of course, but never the less pretended to act shocked and angry; he remained silent though.

"Now, the man that had been thought to have killed him was a man named Sirius Black. He was sent to Azkaban, the wizard prison. Now, I am not sure if this is the truth, but my guesses are usually rather good. Now, what I believe to have happened is that Sirius, who was your parents' best friend, went after Peter, who was thought to have been your parents'l friend, after he discovered that Peter betrayed your parents. And after that, I am unsure. But after a massive explosion, Peter was believed to be dead, I now believe he faked his death by cutting off his own finger and escaping into the sewers."

After Dumbledore finished explaining, Cornelius Fudge walked in, followed by Madame Bones, and none other than the toad lady herself. Dolores Umbridge had come into the trios' lives a full four years before anyone was expecting. And she looked as vindictive as ever.

Several hours and many questions later, Pettigrew was in chains and off to Azkaban, and Sirius was on his way to Hogwarts. Fortunately, as Fudge was on Harry's side for now, Umbridge directed her viciousness towards Pettigrew, and treated Harry as 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' which threw off Harry and the others, but they didn't voice that, they had no need to have the toad mad at them, especially since they couldn't just make clip-clopping sounds to scare her.

Eventually, Sirius Black arrived in Dumbledore's office. He saw Harry and before the Auror who brought him in could stop him, he pulled Harry into a hug, which Harry couldn't help but return, no matter how strange it looked to Dumbledore or the Auror, because he had his godfather back. One of the three father figures he had through his life, though, unfortunately, none were his actual father, and no matter what they did right this time around, nothing could change that.

EDIT: I didn't even have an end note for this chapter, which is interesting. Oh well. Also, the lack of periods continued in this chapter. (Hopefully) Fixed now though.

~PH