"Do you want to apparate?" Harry asked.

"No. I want to be able to look around and see what's changed."

Harry nodded. They stepped around the Shrieking Shack and found themselves on the dark road that led through Hogsmeade, and eventually back to Hogwarts. No one paid any attention to them as they began to walk, and in return, Harry and Draco took no notice of anyone else.

Hogsemeade was much the same, Harry thought, as he ambled through the street in his elderly body, beside an equally ancient Draco. The biggest difference was that Zonko's Joke Shop was now co-owned by Fred and George Weasley. Michael Zonko had finally retired, though his store kept his last name on it, and Fred and George, Harry knew, were constantly owling Michael for advice with new tricks. Fred and George had more than proved themselves worthy as part owners of the shop.

Draco noticed where Harry was looking, stopped, and shook his head. "We can visit them later," he said. "Not now."

"I wonder if they'll even recognize us when we can get around to seeing them," Harry said, also halting. "Lost our British accent, haven't we?"

"Don't worry," Draco said, smirking, "it'll return soon enough with full force." They resumed walking.

Soon they had reached the small grassy knoll that the Hogwarts carriages had waited on as the students returned.

A winding road led up the knoll, over a big hill, and to Hogwarts. They started on the worn, weather beaten path that held so many memories for the both of them. Harry and Draco walked in comfortable silence for a while..

"Remember those three trees, Harry?" Draco asked suddenly, pointing to a small cluster of trees a little ways off from the main path. "Remember what happened there?"

Harry grinned. That was one of his and Draco's happier Hogwart's memories.

They had been trying to sneak down to Hogsmeade to be together, but about two-thirds of the way to it, their need had gotten so great that they made love under the stars, in the hidden location between the trees. Harry had been forced to place a very strong Silencing Charm on the area, because Draco, as Harry so delicately termed it, was a 'screamer.'

"Yep. Maybe if we have time, the same thing will happen again."

Draco looked sideways at Harry, and then the two both started laughing.

"We'll have to get our bodies back, though."

"Of course."

"Look. We're almost there."

As they rounded the corner, Hogwarts came into view. It was still the same old wonderous castle, with its countless turrets and rooms. It was bigger than Harry remembered it, though, and Harry wondered if that was really the case or just his faulty memory of it.

They walked up the stone steps up to the huge oak front doors. Draco reached out and pulled up the lion head knocker. It dropped back into place with a loud bang, and Harry and Draco could hear it echoing about inside.

Presently, the door opened. A woman of about fifty stared down menacingly at them with rasied eyebrows. She had square spectacles.

"Yes?" she inquired irritably. "Is this some kind of prank? There are classes going on now, you know."

Harry said smoothly. "Of course." he said. "We ask that you allow us to speak to the Headmaster."

"Certainly not. Who are you?"

They had been prepared for this. Harry and Draco reached into their robes and pulled out strips of parchment, and handed them to the woman.

She took them cautiosly and read one aloud. "Authorized Diplomat from the Institute for American Aurors. Chester McLoyson. Same...Howard Brownbar." She stared at them a bit longer before relenting. "All right, then. Follow me."

Harry and Draco followed the woman the now recognized as McGonagall through the halls and up the very familiar path to Dumbledore's old, now Snape's office.