A/N: As i said, the next chapter is here!

Disclaimer: same as always.


The first class of the day was Transfiguration. Harry was still willing to be late if it gave him chance to talk to Dudley and Draco.

Draco was the first to stand up and leave and Dudley followed to him. Harry excused himself and followed them. It was really weird that Draco led them to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

"Why are we in a girl's bathroom?" asked Dudley, his cheeks pink.

Draco turned to Harry and said, "We've had a past here."

"Listen Draco, I was foolish. I didn't know what the spell…"

"Yeah, yeah!" Draco waved his hand. "It doesn't matter. It was years ago."

They stood in silence till they heard a giggling. All turned to see Moaning Myrtle.

"Hello Myrtle." Harry and Draco greeted.

"First year boys? That's new."

"Well," Harry turned to look at Draco, "We heard about you."

"And we thought it is really bad that nobody comes to meet you." Supplied Draco.

Myrtle looked on the verge of tears. Then, she looked closely at them and gasped. "Gryffindor and Slytherin together? Oh, this is scandalous! And aren't you Harry Potter?" she giggled.

"Even ghosts know you!" muttered Dudley.

Harry paled but Draco said, "Myrtle, if you promise to not tell anyone about this and to leave us alone for a few moments every time, We promise to come and visit you regularly."

"Really?"

Draco glared at Harry and Dudley, who immediately nodded and began murmuring yes. Myrtle seemed satisfied with the answer. She soared away, probably in her toilet as indicated by the splash.

"Gross." Dudley said. Harry and Draco nodded.

"Anyways," Draco looked at them, "What happened?"

"The shooting star." Dudley said, "There is no other explanation."

"And that made you a wizard?" asked Draco. Dudley nodded.

There was a moment of silence. Finally, Draco asked, "So now, what?"

"We change." Said Harry. "We change everything, starting from the very beginning."

"So no chamber of secrets?" asked Draco. The two turned to look at the sink as Dudley looked at them puzzled.

"You know, Cho wasn't very open on whatever happened. So I am still kind of clueless."

"This Sunday?" offered Harry. Dudley nodded. Draco casted tempus charm and said, "We better run."


As Harry entered the Transfiguration classroom alone, he saw his friends already seated and McGonagall on the desk like the previous time. Ron looked at him sympathetically.

She changed as she saw Harry and he froze. After a moment of silence, Harry muttered, "I got lost."

"Then perhaps I can transfigure you into a map next time?" offered McGonagall.

"Sorry Professor."

"Better not repeat this." She said and went back to her desk. Harry took his place beside Ron as he asked, "Where were you?"

"Not important."

McGonagall started the lecture. Harry barely paid any attention and as they began working, Harry, surprisingly, was the first one to change his matchstick into needle.

'Got to be more careful.' He thought to himself as McGonagall reached him.

"Very good Mr Potter. Take 10 points." She said, impressed.

"It's Evans-Potter, Professor." Harry said. McGonagall smiled. As Hermione transfigured her match, McGonagall went to her, but Harry was sure he heard something like, 'has his father's talent.'

By the end of the class, Harry helped Ron and Neville and Ron managed to transfigure it as Neville got the tip pointed. Harry had to do something about their wands soon.

As the class ended, Harry stayed behind. As third years began to fill in, McGonagall said, "Mr Evans-Potter, if this is about the morning, just be sure that it isn't repeated again."

"Um, actually no Professor." He blushed, he had actually forgotten about that. "I was wondering, did you teach my parents?"

McGonagall's features seemed to soften. She began to look older. Finally, she nodded.

"Do you know if they had any friends I could talk to, maybe?"

"All your mother's friends did not make it through the battle. Except maybe, Ms Flora Walker. If I remember correctly, she is working for the Ministry. As for your father, only one of his friends survived. Mr Remus Lupin."

Harry saw the heartbreak on McGonagall's face. He said, "Professor, may I please have their addresses?" Now, he could only wonder why he didn't do it earlier.

"Sure Mr Evans-Potter. Come to me after your last classes of the day." She immediately put up her strong face and Harry saw that the class was almost full. As Harry turned to leave, McGonagall said, "If you want Mr Potter, you can come to me for any inquiries as well."

Harry smiled and said, "Thank you Professor."


The rest of the week passed normally. Harry took the addresses and was still debating how to write the letters.

Often, Draco joined them on their study sessions in the library (forced by Hermione and hated by Ron) and Dudley would come around with Stephen and Wayne, both new to Harry. Stephen was much like Neville while Wayne reminded Harry of Colin. He wondered if he had also heard bedtime stories about the boy-who-lived.

Friday came around and so did the dreaded Potions class.

"Fred says he hates all the Gryffindors." Ron said. Neville gave an involuntary shudder. Hermione frowned and said, "There must be someone he doesn't hate?"

"Yeah Percy!"Ron snorted. "And that's because none of the teachers hate him."

As the four entered the dungeons, they quietly took their places. Draco was sitting with Nott. Draco, Harry noted, was on friendly terms with all the Slytherins. So Crabbe and Goyle were often seen together while Draco preferred Nott and Zabini's company.

Snape made the same dramatic entrance as the last time. He stopped at Harry's name but this time he didn't make any comment. Maybe because it was Evans-Potter?

Snape made the same speech as the last time. Finally he barked, "Potter, what will I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"It is Evans Potter professor." He said, "and it will make Draught of Living Dead."

The reply seemed to faze Snape as he directed the next question to Ron, who shuttered and managed to answer. (Thanks to Hermione's tuition last session) Last question was directed at Lavender who failed to answer.

Things did improve this time around. Neville was less shaky, though Harry suspected Snape would still be his boggart. Of course, he kept praising how well Draco had brewed his potion. Thankfully, Seamus' potion didn't turn into a twisted blob. Maybe because he was working with Parvati.

As the class finally ended, Hermione ran off to the library, Neville went somewhere muttering abot Sprout and Draco took off with his fellow Slytherins.

Harry and Ron walked to Great Hall when they were met with a very furiously blushing Dudley.

"Hey Dud, what's wrong?" asked Ron.

Dudley muttered something.

"What?"

"Cho Chang, second year Ravenclaw." He said, pointing at a small Asian girl sitting at the Ravenclaw table. "Helped me with the directions."

Rona nd Harry exchanged a look, both having different thoughts but the gist remaining the same.

"Dudley," Harry said, "I was hoping to go to the Gamekeeper's house. Want to accompany me?"

Dudley immediately reached out for his buttocks, but then nodded. Ron ignored whatever happened, because he realized that the cousins had a weird style. He merely said, "Can I come too?"

Harry nodded and soon the three made their way to the gamekeeper's hut.


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