A/N = Hey look! Chapter 3 on the day I said I'd give you chapter 2. lol. Don't you love me? Anyway. The next couple weeks are gonna be really busy because I'm going to be moving. I'll try to update often, but I can't make promises right this moment. I have one more chapter already written and the next one halfway done. So it shouldn't be to bad. Also, this chapter and chapter 4 are pretty short. Chapter 5 will be longer though. Now...

Reviewers = Relax guys! You won't find out about the proposal this chapter or next chapter. However, chapter 5 will have it I promise. So don't get your hopes up to much. Also, I had a comment about the DADA teachers. I know they seem really wierd. But hey, they're from Canada and they're Muggle born. At least... that's the excuse I'm giving them. lol. More tho, it's cuz they're based off of me and my best friends. lol. So expect a lot of wackyness with them. They're more for a way to prepare for the war while adding humour to the story. Someone also asked who Harry sits beside in DADA. I'm not quite sure of that. lol. Let's say a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw. It doens't matter really anyway cuz they won't be using the seating plan much. Thanks for the reviews guys! Keep them coming.

I warn you now. This chapter is more of a filler then anything. You get some more insight on Harry and that's pretty much it. lol. That being the case, I'll probably give you the next chapter tomorrow or wednesday to make up for it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer = Wish I owned HP but I don't.

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Chapter 3 = A Different Kind of Drawing

As Harry walked out of the DADA class, he turned to Hermione and Ron. When he saw that they were deep in conversation about the two new Professors, he shook his head. They wouldn't know he was gone.

With that thought, he quickly turned a corner and headed for his Common Room. He had a spare right now and he needed to take a break. Meaning he needed to draw.

When he got to his Dorm, he headed over to his trunk and emptied out his bag. He was glad they wouldn't be taking any notes in DADA. One thing less for him to worry about.

Digging around, he pulled out a folder that was at the bottom and a pencil case. Picking them up, he quickly put them into his bag and shut it. The next moment, he closed his trunk and was heading out of the Dorm.

Without thinking about it, he walked through the corridors and went outside, walking in the direction of the trail. A few minutes later, he was making himself comfortable in the clearing.

Pulling out the folder, he opened it to see white paper. On one side were already finished pictures, and on the other was blank paper. With a small smile, he reached into his bag and pulled out his pencil case.

As he flipped through his old drawings, he wondered what he was going to draw now. He drew things by sight, or by memory. Or he'd mix the two things together to make a new scene. When he drew, he conveyed all thoughts and emotions into the drawing. He put a part of his being into the picture and it showed in the finish product. Though it also meant he never really knew what he'd end up with.

While he was at the Dursleys', he tended to draw old scenes from Hogwarts. On people he knew, things they had done. That sort of thing.

At the Weasleys', his drawings had turned darker. Less controlled. They had centered on fights and deaths. Blood and agony. On the darker side of his life.

Frowning, he pulled out a blank paper and picked up a pencil. He never knew what he was going to draw until he started drawing. Didn't know what it would turn out like until he was finished. Sometimes his drawings focused on what he was thinking about at the moment it was drawn.

That was why he didn't want anyone to see the drawings. Any of them. They were a part of him. A part he didn't want anyone to see. So he kept his new found hobby to himself.

As he had been thinking, his hand had been moving. Yet still, he didn't concentrate on the picture. Didn't want to see what it was until he was done. If he focused on it, he would ruin it. He knew that by experience.

Absently, he wondered if his mom or dad had been good at drawing. That could explain his ease at it. However, he had no one to ask anymore.

Wanting to veer away from that topic, he thought back to his two new Professors and DADA class. He had been right of course. They were Muggle Born. Born and raised in... Canada. That was it. This was on the other side of the ocean.

He remembered bits on Canada that he had learned in Elementary. It was a peaceful country, not like it's neighbours to the south the United States. Though their magic community wasn't too good. So Hermione mentioned at least.

He knew he'd enjoy that class a lot. They had a unique way to look at things. They acted more like teenagers then Professors usually. That in itself is what finally caught the class's attention.

Yet they also knew how to handle the Sixth years when they got out of hand. They proved that with Malfoy.

'Hm, should be a very interesting year with those two around.' Harry thought, as his hand stopped drawing.

Blinking, Harry glanced down at the picture and smiled. It was of the two Professors. They were standing outside by the Forbidden Forest. Sitting around them was the Sixth years, mingling with other houses.

It seemed like they would be the ones to accomplish what no other adult had been able to do. Stop house rivalry. However, Harry knew they couldn't do it alone. Students would need to help them.

After dating it and signing it with his usual mark (a lightning bolt), he slipped it in the back of the other pictures, Harry pulled out a new blank page and picked up a different pencil. He never coloured his pictures. He had tried to for one of them, but had ended up ruining it. Since then he'd only been doing sketches.

Glancing around the clearing, his thoughts turned back to the issue of Malfpy. He hadn't told his friends about the meeting, or the upcoming one. He knew they would tell him not to go, or tell him to go tell Dumbledore about it.

They didn't trust or like him at all. Yet they hadn't been there. Hadn't seen how Malfoy had acted. He was different.

Idly, he wondered what the other teen wanted him to do. It must be something big, from how he had been acting about it.

The question was, would Harry do it?

The boy blinked. He was talking, err thinking, as if he was already planning on going. Yet he didn't even know for sure if he was or not. Could he trust the other boy?

The image of Draco appeared in front of Harrys' eyes.

Could he trust the one who has been making his school life a living hell?

Could he trust the person who torments his friends?

Glancing down at the paper, Harry blinked in shock. Not because he'd been drawing, but because of the scene that he had drawn.

He recognized it.

How could he have forgotten about it?

There, on the page, was an eleven year old Harry and a ten year old Draco Malfoy standing in front of a set of doors. Behind them both was a group of other First Years getting ready to be sorted.

Harrys' eyes focused on himself and Malfoy. The Malfoy that was holding his hand out.

Holding it out in friendship.

Harry clearly remembered what had happened after that. When he had rejected him.

He had rejected Draco.

Harry sighed softly.

"Well, I guess I know what I have to do now." He muttered softly as he dated and signed the picture and packed his drawing things away.

It was time to join the real world and find his friends. They were probably worried about him now. Besides, it was lunch and he needed to eat something. Even if it was just something small.

Not to mention, he had some planning he had to do.

"Harry. There you are. We've been looking all over for you." Hermione said when she spotted Harry climb in from the Portrait Hole.

"Surprise, surprise." Harry muttered, before raising his voice, "Sorry. I was doing a few things."

Ron shook his head. "No worries Mate. Guess what. We don't have Transfiguration or Charms with Slytherin."

"No, but the rest of the classes are with all the houses for Sixth and Seventh Years. Not that you have to worry Ron. Since Malfoy is obviously in Potions, so he's also in Herbology."

Harry shook his head at Hermione and Ron. He didn't really care either way. Except that meant he'd have to wait until tomorrow to do what he wanted to do.

"Sucks to be you two then don't it?" Ron pointed out as he headed up to his Dorm.

Frowning, Harry followed him to get his class things. "Didn't you listen to anything Shadow and Yoshi said? We're too old to act like that anymore."

"Speak for yourself Mate. I will never get along with Slytherins." Ron said as he headed into the bathroom.

Harry sighed again. He was dreading tomorrow more and more but he had to do something. Since it seemed no one else would. He just hoped the others would leave it at that.

Then again, things could get messy... Walking over to his trunk, Harry dumped his drawing stuff off and grabbed what he needed for Transfiguration and Charms.

A few minutes later, the two boys were back downstairs and leaving the Common Room with Hermione to go to lunch.

The rest of the day passed by pretty quickly. The two last classes consisted of explanations and a welcome to NEWT level class.

As the classes wore on, Harry started to appreciate DADA more and more. Since Charms and Trans' single periods would be all writing and theory. Then the double would be practicing the spells and charms they had discussed prior to the lesson. He knew it wouldn't be nearly as much fun as DADA was.

After supper, the Trio headed to the library with Neville and Ginny to work on the essays they had all been given.

It was Ginnys Owls that year and they knew how hard it was going to be for her. That and they had told her they'd help her out since this year would be pretty relaxed for them.

A couple of hours later, the five students headed out of the Library and to their Common Room. The first day of classes was over. Who knew what the next day would bring? Harry just hoped nothing would blow up in his face.