"At least they're a little frightened of me," Harry muttered, shrugging, as he watched Jax walk around. "They gave me Dudley's second bedroom when I got home."

"Your cousin had a second bedroom."

Harry nodded, swallowing before adding something, knowing it would make Jax grin. "They don't know about the restriction on underage magic."

Jax definitely grinned as he paced around their shared dormitory sized space. This time their space looked a lot like a repair garage for cars, whited out and faint, like a memory. It was probably what the Teller-Morrow garage looked like in reality, except not as clean or white. "They still kept you locked in a cupboard for several years. That shit ain't right."

"I told mom about you a couple of days ago."

Harry blinked and peered up at Jax, meeting the other boy's eyes. "I thought you weren't gonna tell her."

"I wasn't."

Harry tilted his head in confusion, faintly feeling his heart skip a beat in sleep. It was odd dreaming like this, half asleep, half awake. He wondered what it was like for Jax, who wasn't magical. "What did Gemma say?"

"She thought I was making it up," Jax whispered, wary disbelief and hurt in his voice and eyes. "So… You'll just be my secret then."

"You're not going crazy, Jax," Harry spoke, shaking his head as he stood up and stepped in front of Jax.

"How do you know?"

"I'm a wizard. I would know," Harry retorted, crossing his arms.

Jax blinked at him and then grinned again, bright and amused.

"I healed your broken arm," Harry added, brushing his fingers over Jax's left arm. "If that doesn't mean this is real then… I don't know what would."

"By accident."

"Whatever. I healed your arm," Harry argued, lifting his shoulders in a small, idle shrug.

"Nearly got myself killed by a bludger this afternoon," Harry muttered.

Jax blinked and did a double take as Harry began to pace. "What the fuck."

Harry shrugged and sighed, sitting down across from him. His right arm was in a cast, mirroring the time that Jax got his arm broken. Though it looked kind of… "What happened to your arm then?"

"Lockhart vanished all the bones in it," Harry explained wearily, his eyes flashing with pain. "The guy's… not very good at what he does."

"He… vanished all the bones in your arm. What happens now?"

"I drank a bone regrowth potion," Harry muttered, sticking out his tongue and scowling. "It tasted awful."

Jax cleared his throat and thought of what Harry had told him about meeting Lockhart in Diagon Alley before school had started. "He sounds like he don't know shit."

Harry laughed, a high, half hysterical sound. "I didn't like him when I met him. He treated me like… a trophy. This… made me dislike him even more."

"I can talk to snakes."

"What."

Harry turned to look at Jax as they both sat down opposite each other. Jax watched as Harry crossed his legs, peering at him with intent green eyes.

"I said-"

"I know what you said. Is that a wizard thing? Or a you thing?" Jax questioned, his eyes narrowing at the thought.

Harry shrugged, fiddling around with his wand in his fingers. It was a shadow of his wand but Jax had noticed it appearing in their shared dreams over the past year more often. "Apparently it's a dark thing. Means I'm evil or something. Snakes are apparently horrible, awful, no good and something to be feared."

Jax snorted, shaking his head at the words. "Your wizards sound a little superstitious. Snakes are just snakes. Reapers on the other hand… They're cool."

Harry's lips twitched up into half a smile, seeing the SAMCRO grey shirt that Jax had on. The sweatpants that Jax wore were loose and baggy, nothing unusual from him.

"I talked to that one snake when the Dursleys took me with them to the zoo, remember? People are now looking at me like I'm the cause of everything going wrong in school right now."

Jax rolled his eyes. "They're not doing anything to you, are they?"

Harry sighed. "They're just calling me the Heir to Slytherin and a murderer. Apparently everyone thinks I'm Voldemort's heir or Salazar Slytherin's heir really. There's something going around paralyzing other students and they think I'm doing it."

"You know any spells that paralyze people?" Jax asked, leaning down and lying on his back, hearing Harry crawl over to lie down beside him. Their shoulders touched companionably and Harry idly noticed that Jax had grown a bit since they had last shared a dream. Harry himself had turned 12 while Jax was about to turn 14.

"No. I'm only 12! What do people think I'm doing?" Harry argued, raising his voice a little and getting up to pace. "They think I'm dark, that I'm going evil just because I can talk to snakes and hear voices!"

"You're hearing voices?"

"In the walls," Harry muttered, walking back to Jax's feet and looking down at his friend. "Hey…"

Jax blinked at him, his eyes sharpening. "Those voices ain't human, are they?"

Harry shook his head slowly and sat down, taking a breath. "The last case was Mrs Norris. Nearly Headless Nick."

"Mrs Norris sounds like a real old lady," Jax offered, shrugging, sitting up and meeting his eyes.

"Not the club's kind of old lady," Harry said, inhaling sharply and running a hand through his hair. "Mrs Norris is a cat. Mean old thing."

Jax snorted. "You and animals don't really get along, do you?"

"Hey! Hedwig and I get along well. You'd like her. And the dog thing..."

"Yeah, I know. Bobby has some dogs but they totally wouldn't do that," Jax muttered, shaking his head at the thought.

"And I was able to touch Norbert-Norberta- without her biting me," Harry added, smiling at the thought.

"Norberta's a dragon."

"Yeah, and what's your point?" Harry questioned faintly.

"You said McGonagall said something about a creature in the Chamber," Jax started, thinking it through out loud. Harry could see the gears moving in Jax's mind, see his eyes flash darkly, his fingers curling and uncurling. "You can hear voices and speak to snakes. Is anyone else hearing voices? Can anyone else speak to snakes?"

Harry paused and let out a noise. "No. The only person who I know who can speak to snakes is Voldemort."

"He around again?"

"Not that I know of."

"What if… Is there any snake like creature that can paralyze people?" Jax questioned, his eyes tight with worry, his shoulders curled inward. "Any magical creature?"

Harry blinked. "I'll check."

"I'm going out with Opie to the movie tomorrow," Jax offered, turning to look at Harry as the other boy caught his breath. "Start of summer and all that. I invited Tara."

"Good for you," Harry said, his skin pale, his breath hitching. "I thought you didn't care about girls."

"Not this one. Tara's something else," Jax replied, his eyes lighting up. "You alright? Did you find out who was siccing the basilisk on the other students?"

"Voldemort," Harry muttered, sighing and leaning against Jax, who lifted an eyebrow.

"How? You said he wasn't around."

"Through a diary. He almost killed Ginny," Harry said, sucking in a sharp breath. Ron's expression when they had realized it was Ginny in the Chamber was going to remain in his memory for the next week or so, stricken and pale. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was useless. Lockhart was a fraud."

Jax sighed, rolling his eyes slightly. "What'd you do?"

"Well… in our defense… Ron's wand was misfiring and damaged," Harry offered, half bemused at the memory, half not.

Jax snorted and bumped their shoulders together. Harry leaned into him more, yawning a little, more exhausted than he thought he had been.

"Lockhart ended up obliviated," Harry finally said, something petty curling in the pit of his stomach. "He was gonna obliviate us. We're kids."

"Obliviated? Do I want to know?"

"Your memories get removed."

"Fuck."

"Yeah. Now the man's in St Mungo's permanently but you know… I don't actually care about him."

"Ope, you think magic can be real?" Jax asked, as they walked to the movie theater. He turned to look at his friend, seeing other kids look at them out of the corner of his eyes. Some of them stared at Jax with envy in their eyes while others swerved around both of them, avoiding eye contact or avoiding running into them altogether.

"Maybe. Why?" Ope asked idly, his voice low.

The roar of motorcycles drew their attention and they both stopped to look as Tig and Chibs rode past them in the street. They both had their kuttes on and they both looked so cool. That'd be him one day and his heart skipped a beat at the thought. He grinned and turned back to Opie.

"I've been…" Jax paused, watched as Tig and Chibs turned down a street, probably headed to the clubhouse. "Been dreaming about another boy. Someone who lives in England."

Opie blinked and stared at him as they continued onto the theater, paid for their tickets and sat down in seats. "You have?"

"For a couple years now. His name's Harry."

Opie lifted an eyebrow, clearly thinking over Jax's words. "You think it's real?"

"I know so. Harry… healed my broken arm," Jax explained, shrugging at the memory.

Opie sucked in a tight breath. "You told Gemma about it, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"That was why she looked at you funny for a few days a couple of months ago," Opie said, lowering his voice as the lights fell and previews started.

"Yep. You believe me?" Jax questioned, lowering his voice too at a few of the irritated looks they got.

Opie tilted his head and looked at him for a few minutes. "You believe it and you did wake up all healed like that time."

Jax grinned as Opie turned back to the movie screen. He and Ope were good now. His best friend was just like that.

"At least you killed the basilisk."

Harry shrugged, half a faint smile on his face, as he turned to look at Jax. "Yeah, there's that. Gained the loyalty of a phoenix and a sword. I don't know if that was worth it though. Almost got killed."

"A phoenix."

"I didn't tell you about Fawkes?"

Jax shook his head and flicked Harry's shoulder.

Harry's scrunched up offended face was hilarious and Jax snorted at the sight.

"Your life is something else," Jax remarked, shaking his head. "I only have to think about where to go with Tara next."

Harry lifted an eyebrow and then sighed, scrubbing the back of his neck. "Girls, huh?"

"Yeah. She's pretty," Jax explained, pointing at the whited out high school gym around them. "She watched me shoot some hoops after class yesterday. She's not scared of the club."