So the pace of the story starts to pick up in this chapter, let me know if you guys think we're moving too fast? Or too slow? Just right? Anyway, I'm thinking there's going to be a sort of time jump (Well, more of a skimming ahead) next chapter to Will's eleventh birthday, when his letter arrives. Let me know what you guys think. Well, if nobody does, I'll keep posting whatever I feel like writing, so there's no real loss on my end. Hopefully you guys will like it. This chapter and the next, I mean. Never mind, I'll be quiet now.

It happened at school the next week. Will didn't know why, but Dudley was looking to make his and Harry's lives hell. Well, that's not exactly true, Will knew he didn't really need a reason to bother Harry, but him going after Will just as hard was new. They were relatively safe in class, though. The worst Will got was spitballs to the back of the head, but poor Harry got chewing gum in his hair. They'd managed to get the worst of it out in the bathroom, but they'd still had to cut some of his hair off. It was a Tuesday, too, so Harry had to go home with the Dursleys that day.

Will wasn't sure what to expect the next day, but he'd been surprised when Harry had come in with all of his hair grown back. When he talked to Harry about it, apparently his aunt had taken it as her cue to cut off all of his hair, except a fringe at the front. Harry was just as surprised as Will was that it was back. It mysteriously grew overnight. Dudley was furious. He probably wanted to see everyone's reaction to Harry's horrible haircut, and Will wouldn't be surprised if he threw a tantrum over it. He just wasn't expecting what form the tantrum would take.

During lunch, Dudley and his gang approached them.

"Hey, Freaks!" He said, smirking at them, "Why do you even bother coming here? No one wants you here, get lost!"

This was pretty much expected, what Will wasn't expecting was how angry he was. It was actually a little scary. Dudley was quite a bit bigger than them and could really hurt them if he tried.

Will tried to remain calm, "It's school, we're required to go, remember?"

"Why don't you require this!" Dudley yelled, and before Will could say something like, 'That doesn't even make any sense,' he saw the world tipping over onto its side. Or was that him? There was a loud thud, and the next thing he was aware of, there was a pain on his head, ringing in his ears, and blood in his mouth. Will did his best to sit up, but everything was kind of wobbly. His chair was on its side and the inside of his cheek hurt.

He must have hit his head when he fell, and bitten the inside of his cheek. The cheek wound wasn't so bad, just a bit of blood. Will just hoped he didn't have a concussion. He looked up to see the Gym Teacher Mr. Roberts looming over them. To one side there was Dudley, who was sitting on his arse and crying but looked completely fine, and to the other was Harry, who had what looked like the beginnings of a black eye. The rest of Dudley's crew had scattered, obviously not wanting to get involved with whatever was happening. Mr. Roberts was talking, but the ringing made it hard for Will to hear him. Mechanically, he got up and turned his chair upright so he could sit in it again. As he sat down, He saw Dudley get up, a surprised look on his face.

"He can walk!" Dudley cried, pointing to Will as if he'd done something wrong.

"That's enough out of you," Mr. Roberts said, lifting him by his arm. "Potter, get Nelson and yourself to the Nurse's Office, I'll be taking Dursley to the Principal's Office." He hauled Dudley away, who was whining the whole way.

Harry started wheeling Will (who was still kind of woozy) to the Nurse's office, but they heard someone call out to them.

"Hey, it's them." Turning back to look, Will could see it was Malcolm and the rest of Dudley's goons.

"You guys got Dud in trouble, so we're gonna make you pay for it." Malcolm said, and the other guys all laughed. It was actually really annoying, Piers Polkiss was making an especially nasally sort of wheezing noise that Will supposed could be called a laugh. All of a sudden, His wheelchair turned around and started heading the other way. Looking back, he could see Harry pushing him as fast as he could while running to find a teacher.

"Harry, slow down!" Will said, shrieking a bit as they turned a corner. He'd never gone this fast before, it wasn't exactly safe. Looking up, he saw a look of terror like he'd never seen on Harry's face before, and all of a sudden there was a squeezing feeling like he'd been pulled through the eye of a needle, and he landed back on solid ground as if falling from a small height. A breeze flitted Will's hair around, but he couldn't enjoy it because he was too busy trying not to puke. That was not a sensation he'd like to experience again.

Harry wasn't doing much better, he was kneeling on the ground and taking deep breaths. Looking around, Will realized they'd somehow ended up on the school roof.

"What happened?" He asked Harry, not exactly sure what to say. Had they just apparated? Without getting splinched? On accident? Will was pretty sure it wasn't him, so it must have been Harry.

"You mean, you didn't do this?" Harry asked, confused.

"Nope! Wasn't me!" Will said, "I'm pretty sure of that. I was too busy wishing for you to slow down. What were you thinking about?"

Harry had a pensive look on his face. "I was wishing we were anywhere else than where we were at that moment. Do you think it could have been me?"

"Yep! Pretty sure!" Will grinned, "It had to have been one of us, and it wasn't me so that just leaves you!"

Harry rolled backwards so that he was sitting on the ground, and looked around in something close to awe. "I always thought I was completely ordinary," He said softly. "How'd I do that?"

"Hmm," Will said, "It probably has something to do with what you were thinking when it happened." Harry nodded, so he continued, "Maybe it was how you were feeling as well. You wanted so desperately to be somewhere else, that suddenly you were!" He turned to look at Harry, "Does that sound about right?"

Will watched Harry as he mulled it over. He was a little out of his depth here. There were a lot of theories about the theoreticals of magic that fans had come up with, but not many actual hard facts in the books. When it came to the plot, Will had it down pat, but the nitty gritty everyday stuff, a lot of it was left out.

"I think you're right," Harry eventually said, "It's probably tied to emotion." For a moment the boys sat there looking at each other, thinking about what they'd just experienced. Suddenly Harry seemed to remember where they were. "We're going to need to get down from here. I've got to get you to the nurse. Head wounds can be really bad." Will wondered if Harry spoke from personal experience.

"And get your eye checked." Will reminded him. Harry looked like he'd actually forgotten about that. He put up a hand to touch it and hissed, pulling his hand away again.

"Yeah, that's a good idea too." Harry chuckled. "Come on, there's a door over there." He pointed to a door leading to a staircase to a lower floor. "I'll carry your chair down the stairs, okay?"

Will sighed, but agreed. Unfortunately the door was locked, so they were trapped. After some screaming and hollering down towards the ground, they managed to get a student's attention who ran and got a teacher. A couple minutes and a few lectures later, they were waiting in front of the Principal's office. With Dudley. The only good thing about this situation was that Dudley refused to even look at them.

The Principal had apparently called their parents. Dudley's had already arrived and were currently meeting with the Principal. There was a bit of yelling at first, but it was fuzzy and indistinct. Will wondered if there was some sort of soundproofing in the office, so that most sound wouldn't travel outside the walls.

A half hour later of sitting quietly and not being able to talk without getting a glare and a shush from the school's secretary, Will's mum arrived. She took one look at them and squared her shoulders. It felt like the cavalry had arrived. She asked them what happened, and after a quick explanation she rounded on the secretary.

"Why didn't you take them to the nurse first?" She asked, deceptively calm. It was the sort of calm that came before a storm.

"The Principal said that if they can get up on the roof of the building, they obviously don't need to see the nurse." the secretary said rather snootily, completely misreading the look on mum's face.

"Okay," Mum said in her sweetest voice, uh oh. "Let me see if I've got this right. Children under your care had gotten in a scrape, and instead of having an adult take them to the nurse, you send them off on their own."

The secretary seemed to have realized her error, and tried to speak up, politely this time, "Um, Ma'am, I'm sure-"

"DON'T… interrupt me." Uh oh, that was his mum's dangerous look, the one that almost made him pee his pants every time he saw it directed at him. It was kind of interesting to see it directed at someone else though.

She switched back to sweet, "When they get lost and end up on the roof, locked out, instead of helping them find the nurse's office, you give them a lecture and make them WAIT a half an hour, when the whole POINT of them going to the nurse's office was to make sure one of them didn't have a CONCUSSION in the FIRST PLACE!?" Wow, Will had never seen her this upset.

"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to-"

"And I'm going to need to speak to the Principal. Now."

"He meeting with the other parent right now-"

"Good! We can all get things straightened out together. I'm sure this was just a big misunderstanding. You are going to take these two boys to the nurse's office." With a glare, mum turned away from the secretary.

Wiping away an imaginary wrinkle in her pantsuit, mum walked right into the Principal's office with a dramatic throwing open of the door.

"Principal Murphy, I'm here as you requested. How can I help you today?" Mum was using her sweet voice again as the doors shut behind her. The secretary herded the two boys to the nurse's office, and the nice lady nurse checked them over, let them know that Will didn't have a concussion, and got an ice pack for Harry's eye. Will's cheek had stopped bleeding as well, and the nurse said it wouldn't need stitches. While this was happening, however, Will was frantically listening, trying to hear what was going on in the Principal's office.

It was quiet for a while, as Will assumed the Principal was laying out everything that happened. Some rumbling which was probably Vernon yelling happened next, and it was met with some shouting that Will guessed must be his mum. She didn't take threats sitting down. Then things got even louder with another voice that must be the Principal this time. Will heard his mum clearly yell, "HE'S IN A WHEELCHAIR! HE CAN'T WALK UP A FLIGHT OF STAIRS WITHOUT GETTING WINDED, HOW THE BLOODY HELL CAN YOU THINK HE CLIMBED UP THE SIDE OF A BUILDING!?" Which he bet most of Little Whinging heard.

By the time Will and Harry were back outside the Principal's office,it had mostly quieted down. There were some more indistinct noises, a pause of silence, a loud thud, and the doors flew open again.

Vernon Dursley walked out, redder than a tomato. "Dudley," He growled out, "We're leaving. Let's go." Dudley hopped up and gathered his stuff, following his father. At the door Vernon stopped, and smirked at Harry, "We'll see you later, boy." And left, with Dudley stopping to make faces at Harry before following his father out.

Will's mum was out next, a few fly-aways had escaped her hair-bun. She looked at the two boys and smiled. "You two will be coming home with me tonight. Is that alright?" She asked, looking at Harry.

Harry nodded, smiling. Mum shepherded them to the car as she filled them in.

"Now, I'm afraid that the three of you are suspended for a week. Dudley for pushing Will and punching Harry, Harry for pushing Dudley and being on the roof, and Will for running over Dudley's foot and being on the roof."

"I didn't run over his foot though." Will muttered, and mum's eyes softened.

"I know. That sounded like an excuse to me too, but Dudley had a dislocated toe somehow, and said it was because of you." Probably kicked a wall until he hurt himself, just to use that excuse, Will thought.

Mum went on, "Vernon wanted the two of you punished because of that, The Principal wanted the two of you because using violence and going on the roof is against the rules, and I had to get them to agree to punish Dudley at all, seeing as he's the one who started it. Apparently the Principal and Vernon are old friends, so I had to threaten legal action to get them to agree. Unfortunately it's a he-said-she-said situation. Hearsay isn't enough to make informed decisions, so all I could get them to agree to was an equal punishment for all of you." Will bet that Dudley would be spoiled that whole week.

"That's not fair!" Harry burst out, flushing with emotion.

"I know, sweetie, I know." Mum said, and folded Harry into a hug. Harry froze for a minute, but relaxed and started shaking like he was crying. There were no tears though. Mum rubbed his back like she would do for Will when he had a bad dream, and Harry calmed down after a minute.

"Sometimes unfair things happen in this world, and all we can really do is struggle through them." Mum said as she let him go, "At times like those it's best that we turn to our family and friends for support and guidance. I'll be there for you if you need it, and I hope you'll be there for me too, okay?" she crouched down a little more to look him in the eyes, and he blushed and looked away, but nodded.

Will rolled up to Harry and threw an arm around his shoulder. It was kind of a surprise when Harry didn't flinch away.

"I'll be there for you too, okay?" Will added, smiling at Harry.

"Thanks Will, me too." Harry nodded, smiling back at him.

On the short car ride home, they gave mum a more in depth explanation about what had happened that day. "We didn't mean to go on the roof," Will explained, "It just happened. One minute we were in the hallway, the next-"

Mum interrupted him, "I know. Some of the things I've seen over the years of raising you three kids, well let's just say I believe you."

"So!" She said, changing the subject, "We have a free week, and I've already decided what to do with it. We'll take a day or two to relax and pack, and then we'll take a mini vacation to the beach! Sound fun? We can even pull your siblings out of school if it's just for a couple of days! We'll be having Harry for the whole week as well, so you'll be coming with us too, and Will, your tenth birthday is this week, so that'll be fun as well!"

Will gave a little cheer as he and Harry shared a look of excitement. Maybe this suspension thing wouldn't be so bad after all!

Ugh, I need to stop the whole stream of consciousness writing I've been doing. There's no place to put line breaks in this chapter!