A/N- Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
The next thing Harry knew he was on the train with Ron and Hermione, they all looked at each other in shock. Staring at the eleven year old bodies of their best friends, they realized they had actually done it.
"Where's Ginny?" Harry asked in a confused voice, looking around for her.
"Harry, Ginny isn't old enough yet to be here." Hermione replied in a strange voice and then her hands flew to her mouth. "Oh Merlin, my teeth!" She screamed, "Do you think I could get Madam Pomfrey to fix them for me?"
"That's what you're worried about?" Ron asked with a smirk, "Not that we just went back in time, not that we're on a mission, or that we literally just met Death. And I happen to think your teeth are adorable." Ron grinned at her cheekily.
Hermione blushed and smiled back at him, "You're right of course, about my priorities, what do we do now?"
Harry thought about it for a moment before saying "We're going to need to confide in someone, we can't do this alone as eleven year old children, no one is going to believe anything we say."
"Dumbledore" Ron and Hermione immediately replied, but Harry shook his head.
"I don't trust him, after everything he's done for 'The Greater Good' he'd probably snap the wand himself just to get the wish and mess everything up. He's the only one with the power to make another wish and he can never know about that."
"Who do you suggest then? Snape?" Ron snorted but groaned when he saw Harry and Hermione's faces light up at the suggestion. "We can't seriously ask Snape, can we?"
"He may be a git, but from the memories I saw in Dumbledore's office, he's always been on our side." Harry reasoned.
"And he has perfect occlumency, he can keep out Dumbledore and Voldemort." Hermione added on. "I think he'd be the perfect ally in this. We can trust him."
"I wish we could talk to Gin about this." Ron muttered "She should be here, she's part of this."
The other two nodded in agreement, and then the door burst open to reveal Draco Malfoy and his lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle.
''Is it true?'' Malfoy said. ''They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
Harry shrugged, "Yeah I am, and these are my closest friends, Ron and Hermione." Draco sneered at them, and Harry was having none of that. "Look D- Whoever you are, you can't just come in here looking for me, and then make faces at my friends, are you expecting me to hate you?"
"I expected you to make friends with the right sort of people, not blood traitors and muggleborns." Draco scoffed. "I can help you sort out the right kind of people." He held out his hand as if he expected Harry to shake it.
Harry did not. "Come back and try again when you aren't being a prat."
"Do you even know who I am? You can't just-"
"Yes I really can, now get out of my compartment. Come back when you learn some manners. Thought your mother would have raised you better than this." Harry was having none of the childish behavior from his former enemy. He didn't want to start another feud with Draco Malfoy but it seemed to be inevitable.
Draco turned pink and left the compartment with Crabbe and Goyle following behind him.
"Well that could have gone better." Ron laughed, and the others joined in after him.
As they waited to be sorted, Harry looked at Professor Quirrell in confusion. His scar didn't hurt. Even when Quirrell's back was turned and the deformed face of Voldemort was facing him directly, his scar did not hurt.
"Hermione," Harry whispered "Something's not right." She looked at him confused, and he touched his scar and shook his head. "My scar is supposed to hurt when I look directly at Quirrell, or at least it did last time."
She frowned. "Let's talk about this privately later? We can't have anyone overhear us."
A/N- Why do you think his scar isn't hurting? Let me know what you think is going to happen in the reviews. I'm writing this as I post, so your suggestions might make it into the story!