Chapter 4

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Disclaimers: Harry Potter, its characters, spells, etc, is not mine. But the plot of this fic is.

Hehe^^

Author's note: this is my first Harry Potter fic so please inform me if there are any minor or major mistakes within it. R&r's are greatly appreciated. Oh and this will be a slash fic eventually. So anyone who can't handle Draco and Harry together, don't flame me, just leave

To those who will flame me to criticize some grammatical mistakes or something of that nature, then those flames are as welcome as reviews are.

Reviews are greatly appreciated ^^, they give me the confidence to continue what I started.

And, they will get together eventually, I just thought that it would be better if they both started out as friends first then eventually turn into lovers, hehe^^.

Oh and if some parts aren't clear, they will be cleared in the next chapters Don't worry ^^

The two potions I used in the last two chapters and the incantation "succumbus" and "Visibilus Serentillus" are of my making, and I have no idea how I came up with those ^^

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^ ^= telepathy

' '= thoughts

( ) = author's notes in the fic

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THE PAST AND THE BEGINNING

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Breakfast the next day was as normal as it can be. Except for one particular incident.

The doors to the Great Hall burst open as two particularly shaken Gryffindors rushed in. Hermione and Ron didn't mind their surroundings and simply concentrated on reaching Prof. McGonagall as quickly as their legs could carry them.

Once they got to the teacher's table, they stood before the professor, trying to catch their breaths. They had obviously been running for a long, long time.

"Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley! What happened?" the head of Gryffindor House asked, very concerned.

Hermione found her voice 1st and answered, "It's Harry professor."

"Mr. Potter?" asked Prof. McGonagall. "What's wrong with him, Ms.Granger?"

"He's missing!" Ron answered this time. "He was not in the dormitories and he is not anywhere in the school. We've been searching the school the whole morning and we still can't find him!"

When Prof. McGonagall heard this, she visibly relaxed, sighed and said in a calm voice, "You said you looked everywhere, but did it ever occur to you two that he's already having his breakfast?" And to stress her point, she cocked her head to the Gryffindor table and sure enough, there was Harry, eating his breakfast.

When Hermione and Ron saw this, their faces immediately turned bright red. And, after uttering a few words of apology to their professor, they made their way to the Gryffindor table.

This, of course, did not escape the student population's notice. And soon, the two Gryffindors found themselves the laughing stock of almost everyone in the Great Hall, especially of the Slytherins.

"Good morning guys," Harry greeted carefully as both Ron and Hermione took their seats opposite him. They were in a bad mood, and he was obviously the cause of it all.

"Where have you been?!" Hermione hissed as Ron began to stuff food into his mouth, trying to suppress his own rage.

Harry looked at them, green eyes full of innocence. "I woke up earlier than expected. So I went out and rode my Firebolt in the Quiddich pitch, since nobody was around. And before I knew it, it was already time for breakfast. I thought you guys were already here, so I didn't bother going back to the dormitories. I was wrong, I should have at least told you where I went after I left the dormitories, I'm sorry." After the last sentence, he hung his head, dark, unruly hair keeping his eyes shadowed.

After the thorough explanation and the apology, Hermione and Ron immediately forgot their anger.

"It's alright Harry," Hermione said. And Ron nodded, agreeing with Hermione. "It's not your fault. Just don't do it again okay?"

Harry nodded and smiled up at his friends. "Thanks for understanding me guys."

"Hey, what are friends for?" Ron asked him, a bright smile lighting up his freckled face.

Then the three of them resumed eating.

^ You okay? ^

This time, Harry was no longer surprised at the sudden presence of Draco in his head. ^ Yeah, I'm fine. I bet your housemates are having a great time huh?"

^ They're laughing alright. I wouldn't be surprised at their reaction though. Your two friends just barged into the Great Hall without even a single care, that they didn't even notice you were already here eating your breakfast. ^

^I know. Next time can you please remind me to leave a note whenever I leave the Gryffindor tower? ^

^ I'll try to. Boy, your friends really care about you, don't they? ^

^ I know. ^

The boys' telepathic communication was cut short as numerous hoots filled the Great Hall. Mail just arrived.

A few owls whizzed by the tables, each looking for its own owners. Draco's mail was one of the first to be delivered. And, from Harry's position from the Gryffindor table, he could see that none of the Slytherins were curious of the package Draco received, which was a good thing. Because he will have a very hard time explaining why his father sent him ingredients for two very, very rare potions.

Harry was about to talk to Draco using telepathy, but was disturbed when a huge gray owl crashed on the Gryffindor table. It was Errol, the Weasleys' owl. Most of the Gryffindors were already accustomed to his crashing, because he always does, every time he delivers something for the Weasleys.

Ron's mother had sent him a package, along with the Daily Prophet. And Ron was more interested with the package than with the newspaper.

"Ron, would you mind if I borrowed that?" Harry asked, indicating the newspaper.

Ron shook his head and Harry took the newspaper.

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Sometime in the afternoon, when both Ron and Hermione had some things of their own to attend to, Harry went to the room he shared with Draco. It was about time he got started with his potion.

When Harry entered the room, Draco was already in the library.

"You started before I even arrived? I'm hurt," Harry said with a feigned hurt tone as he placed his glasses on the table beside his cauldron and fixed his eyesight with a simple spell.

"Oh stop whining," Draco shot back, without any animosity.

Harry just shook his head and looked down into his cauldron as well as the ingredients neatly set up around it. "Are these all the ingredients for my potion?"

Draco didn't look up from his cauldron, but he replied nonetheless. "Are you accusing me of sabotage, Mr. Potter?" he asked, voice playful.

"I'll stop bothering you," Harry said, giggling. Draco really hated to be disturbed when he was making potions.

"Thank you Mr. Potter, I would really appreciate your silence while I'm working on my potion," Draco continued in a mock-serious tone.

Harry laughed even more and shook his head. Even if Draco wasn't serious about what he said earlier, he was right about one thing - silence is very much appreciated during potion making.

Potion making is really a tedious task. All measurements must be very, very exact; all steps must be followed; all things must be done in order; etc. And Harry just couldn't see why Draco found this particular subject the most interesting one there is.

Harry was not bad at it, after all the training he and Draco had to go through with Dumbledore the past year. But no matter how much he tried, he could never be as good as Draco when it came to Potions.

So, after a few minutes of staring at his cauldron and doing nothing, Harry finally decided to start with his potion. The earlier he starts, the quicker this is over with.

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"You done with that?"

Harry looked up at Draco and nodded. "I just finished making the remedy for my potion. I can't bear to leave the person who tests this potion without curing him first."

"I see."

"Did you make a remedy for your potion?"

"I did," Draco replied. "But in order to keep up my image, the person who tests it must fight for the remedy. The Draco Malfoy they know will never give it willingly. But if Snape tries it personally, I won't hesitate to give it to him."

"I should have known," Harry groaned. "Hey, why don't you wait for me in the living room? I'll just transfer the remedy to those vials over there."

Draco nodded and left Harry inside the library.

Draco had been right in choosing both potions. They were probably among the most complicated potions in the book and were basically impossible for normal students to make without the intensive supervision from teachers. But both barely takes an hour to finish. Very complicated, but quick.

Harry deposited his potion's remedy into 3 vials, just in case he misplaces one of them. And placed them side by side with the 3 vials filled with his potion.

Then, with a wave of his wand, the cauldron was cleaned and the mess on his part of the table disappeared. He grabbed one vial of his potion and one vial of his remedy, then he joined Draco in the living room.

"Are you really sure you want to test our potions first?"

Draco looked at Harry as the latter sat down on the arm chair in front of him, and raised an eyebrow in question, "Would you rather let them blow up someone's stomach tomorrow?"

Harry pouted and crossed his arms, "I am not that bad at potions making, Draco."

"You're not that good either," Draco countered. "Both of these are very complicated potions. Even I want to check mine. There is a 5% chance that our potions aren't perfect."

And with that, Draco drank his potion, emptying the vial of its deep purple contents.

Harry just observed him, waiting to see what will happen. While Draco savored the sweet tasting potion and even commented, "Hm.doesn't taste bad. Actually tastes like candy."

Then to Harry's amusement, Draco began changing before his very eyes.

His blonde hair lengthened until they reached his waist, it was long and wavy and retained its shiny luster. His cheeks and other profiles became petite and more feminine. His waist, shoulders and hips became narrower. And of course, his chest area was no longer flat.

"Is...it...finished?" Draco asked with an unsure voice. He had shut his eyes the moment he felt the changes take place in his body.

After a few second of silence, Harry answered in a soft, nearly breathless voice, "Yes...I think so."

He frowned at Harry's answer. 'Why was Harry's voice so soft? It seems like he's holding himself back or something.' he thought. So he opened his eyes and looked at the other boy.

Harry was just staring at him with huge green eyes.

'Maybe I look worse as a girl than I thought,' Draco thought bitterly. 'Why else would he stare at me like that? It seems as though his eyes are about to fall out.' Then, finally finding his voice, he asked, "Do I look that bad Harry?"

Harry shook his head slowly, still staring at him wide-eyed. "No Draco.In fact, you look...beautiful."

"Really?" Well, he hadn't expected that.

"Really," Harry confirmed, still staring, now with a faint pink tingeing his cheeks.

Unsatisfied and still curious, Draco stood up and went to consult the mirror on the wall in the living room. And when he saw his reflection, his jaw dropped. He ran his hands through his waist length hair and whispered, "Damn, I am downright gorgeous."

After satisfying himself (after a few turns and poses in front of the mirror, no cancel that, make that A LOT of turns and poses ^^), Draco finally made his way back to the couch, with Harry still staring at him. When he saw that Harry was still staring, he rolled his eyes, "Oh, get a grip Harry. It's still me, Draco. Not some crazy bimbo you met overnight." He drank the remedy. And after the changes took place and he was Draco Malfoy again, he said, "You turn."

Harry shook his head vigorously to clear it and handed his vial to Draco. "You have to dip your wand in it and say SUCCUMBUS, so that you can command me. What's the use of the potion if there is no one to command the person who drinks it?"

Draco nodded and took the vial from Harry. He uncorked it and dipped his wand inside. And, after muttering "Succumbus", he returned the vial to Harry.

Harry took the vial and downed the clear-as-water liquid in one gulp. It was a bit salty, but it was nothing compared to the Polyjuice potion he, Hermione and Ron had taken during their second year. That was downright disgusting.

"I get to command you?" Draco asked uncertainly.

"If I don't have any mistake in making this potion, you should be able to, theoretically that is." There was silence in the room as both boys waited for the pot ion to take effect. Soon enough, he could no longer move his body. He could feel it, yes, but he can't move or control it.

Draco was looking at him with a curious expression. He had no idea when the potion will take effect. But when he saw that Harry was no longer moving, that even his fogged eyes were already staying fixed on whatever he saw sitting in front of, Draco decided that the potion had finally taken effect.

So, in order to test it, he started to command Harry. "Stand up."

Harry did, almost like he was in a trance.

Not content, Draco continued with commands such as, "Lie down on the floor, bark like a dog, jump up and down on the table," and other humiliating commands, just to make sure that Harry was following his orders because of the potion's influence and not because he wanted to.

After Draco was sure that the potion was indeed working, he finally commanded Harry to drink the remedy.

Almost at once, Harry's eyes cleared and he seemed to awake from the "trance" he was in earlier. "Was it successful?" he asked Draco.

"You don't remember?"

Harry shook his head, "It must be one of its effects. So was it successful or will it blow up someone's stomach tomorrow?"

Now it was Draco's turn to laugh. "It was a complete success Harry. I can't help imagining Snape's face tomorrow after he goes through both of our assignments."

Harry began laughing too. But one thought crossed his mind and he turned serious again. "Hey Draco."

"Yes?" Draco asked, wiping tears from his eyes, maybe still imagining the Potions teacher's surprised face after they submitted their projects.

"I think I already know why Prof. Dumbledore wants us to become Animagi."

This caught Draco's attention immediately. "You do?"

"I read the Daily Prophet this morning, it seems as though some of the Dementors have joined Voldemort."

"What's that got to do with us becoming Animagi?"

"Have you forgotten how Sirius got away from Azkaban?"

"Oh, yeah, I remember. So Prof. Dumbledore wants to make sure we can escape from them if ever they capture us. Conjuring a Patronus may do well against Dementors, but we can't do it all the time, especially if we are weakened at some point."

Harry nodded. Then his eyes landed on the magical clock that was hanging on their living room wall. He gasped and made a run to his room.

"What's wrong Harry?" Draco asked, worried.

"We barely have a few more minutes until Divination!" came Harry's muffled voice from the bedroom.

This made Draco jump to his feet and rush to his bedroom as well.

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Harry entered the Divination classroom and was glad that his two friends had only just arrived.

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle made their grand entrance a few minutes later. But no havoc ensued because Prof. Trelawny made her way into the classroom just as the Slytherin trio did.

"Why do we have Divination with the Slytherins as well?!" Ron muttered angrily.

Ron was right though, almost all of the Gryffindor sixth year classes were combined classes with the sixth year Slytherins. And Harry could only think of one reason - Prof. Dumbledore.

Ron was about to complain some more, but after being elbowed by Hermione thrice, he quieted down.

"Now class, I will not start this class with the usual note taking and explanations," began their professor. "I will be handing a charm to each and every one of you. You will hold these little things into your hands. Hold on to them, very tightly. Shut out noise, movement, and everything around you. Just concentrate on the charm. Then, with all concentration, say this incantation VISIBILUS SERENTILLUS. Something will happen, and you must tell me what happened. Only after this can you leave the classroom, since this is your final class for the day. If you do it earlier, you get to leave earlier. Is that clear?"

"Yes professor," everyone answered in chorus.

I will be waiting in there," she said, indicating the front part of the classroom which was covered by thick curtains. "No noise aside form the incantation, you won't need to talk in doing this. If I hear someone talk, I'll make sure you fail Divinations."

She handed out the charms. And since Harry was seated in front, he was able to get his charm earlier than the others. And wasting no time, he did what the professor had instructed them to do. He didn't even notice that the professor had already entered the curtain covered part of the classroom.

Harry closed his eyes and held on to the metal charm very tightly. Closing out all other outside noise and movement was not a challenge for him. And soon, he no longer felt or heard anything. He felt like he was in a void of vacuum or something. And deciding that this was already the right time, he whispered, "Visibilus Serentillus."

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It was a very bright day and the Gryffindor fifth years were enjoying their Care for Magical Creatures class with Hagrid.

When, suddenly, Prof. McGonagall came up to them and asked that Harry be excused from the class.

Hagrid, of course, let him go with the Transfigurations professor. But Ron and Hermione kept on shooting Harry questioning looks. Looks he could answer with simple shrugs. He, too, had no idea why he was being called out of class.

Prof. McGonagall and Harry walked into and through the halls of Hogwarts in silence. Although Harry had always been the curious type, he couldn't find it in him to ask the professor what the reason of this pulling out of class was.

The professor was walking in quick and long strides. And Harry could barely keep up with her, so he couldn't bring it upon himself to ask her a question.

A few more minutes of quiet walking, they finally ended up in front of the stone gargoyle, which lead to Prof. Dumbledore's office.

"Prof. Dumbledore wishes to see you Mr. Potter," Prof. McGonagall said, finally breaking the silence between them.

Harry nodded and the professor turned to the stone gargoyle before them. "Chocolate frogs," she said and the stone gargoyle jumped aside. "I believe the headmaster is already waiting for you upstairs."

"Thank you Prof. McGonagall," Harry said as the spiral staircase led him up to Prof. Dumbledore's office. 'Why would Prof. Dumbledore want to see me?' Harry wondered.

When he reached the great oak door, he was about to knock when he heard Prof. Dumbledore's voice from the inside, "Come in Harry."

And, without hesitation, he did, keeping in his mind that the headmaster has his reasons for calling him.

But the sight that greeted him in Prof. Dumbledore's office was very, very unexpected. And at the sight of the people there, Harry's legs refused to move and his heart began beating very fast.

Prof. Dumbledore, was seated behind his desk, as usual. But on the chair in front of his desk, there sat Lucius Malfoy. At the far end of the room, there sat Narcissa Malfoy and of course, their son - Draco Malfoy.

'The whole Malfoy family is here at Hogwarts?!' Harry thought. He's faced Voldemort almost all his years at Hogwarts, although the dark lord was not in full power yet during all those encounters. But, he could not help but feel dread at the sight of Lucius Malfoy, one of the dark lord's most favored Death Eaters.

No one spoke, no one moved. And the seconds stretched to minutes, with Harry just staring at the Malfoy family and the head of their family staring at him. Prof. Dumbledore merely observed them from behind his desk.

And, it was during these minutes of silence that Harry noticed something, something different, about the Malfoy family.

Lucius Malfoy's face no longer held the pride that was once there. In fact, the pride of superiority that was once there was replaced by weariness. He was slumped on his chair and the way he was staring at Harry was not even hostile, not even evil.

And Narcissa was no longer the same Narcissa Harry last saw during the Quidditch World Cup. She looked more of a mother now, in Harry's eyes. And she had an arm around her son. She was holding him protectively and was whispering soothing words to him.

And Draco...the spoiled, proud and annoying Slytherin whom Harry hated and detested all his years of studying at Hogwarts, was...crying. He was crying and his mother could only try to pacify him with kind and gentle words. But his crying did not stop.

'This has got to be a dream,' Harry thought to himself. Never in his life could he imagine the Malfoy family in such a wreck, emotionally.

Finally, after staring at them for what felt like three minutes, Harry finally found his voice to speak. "Prof. Dumbledore, why had you summoned me?"

"Ah," the headmaster finally spoke. "Take a seat here Harry," he said, gesturing to the seat opposite that of Lucius Malfoy's.

Harry cautiously made his way to the arm chair and gingerly sat down on it. Emotional wreck or not, Lucius Malfoy still had this strange "aura" around him that Harry could not help but feel afraid.

"Harry," the headmaster spoke again. "I know that you are wondering why I had you pulled from your class. This is the reason why."

'I was pulled out from class because the Malfoys are in a wreck?' Harry thought. But he remained silent.

And his silence gave the headmaster the hint to continue. "All your years here at Hogwarts, you have known that the Malfoy family are very loyal servants of Voldemort."

Lucius, Narcissa and especially the sobbing Draco all visibly flinched at the mention of the dark lord's name. This did not escape Harry's notice, and this made him even more curious as to what had happened.

"Especially after last year's event at the end of the Triwizard Tournament," continued Prof. Dumbledore. "But Harry, after all that has happened, I would like you to know the real Malfoy family."

"Real Malfoy family?" Harry asked. "What do you mean professor?"

This time, it was Lucius who answered Harry's question. "We have been under a façade since the day we first met Mr. Potter," he replied, wearily. "I will not lie to you and say that I am not a Death Eater. Because I am, I still am until this very day, but only in name and action, no longer in heart."

"What do you mean?"

Lucius took a deep breath before answering again, "I became a Death Eater right after I graduated from Hogwarts, a long time ago. I was one of the cruelest, most heartless among the dark lord's servants, and easily made my way up the ranks of his Death Eaters. He taught us to kill our emotions, that power was everything and nothing mattered as long as it was for power. I believed him, without any question. Believe it or not, even my Slytherin pals tried to dissuade me from the path I had chosen. Not all Slytherins are evil Harry."

Harry nodded, and he continued, "Even when I met Narcissa, I couldn't stop my cruelty, even if I knew it was hurting the woman I loved. But she loved me so much that she would not complain at all. She tried to understand me and to love me even if I am the cruel monster that I am. But everything ended, when Draco was born."

Tears had started to form in Lucius' eyes and he closed them, letting the tears flow freely. "I guess I haven't forgotten how to cry," he said with a small smile, before continuing with his story. "It was the same year that the dark lord was defeated that Draco was born. I thought I was a callous monster, a cold-hearted murderer, but the sight of my son cradled in my wife's arms, it made me feel human again. It made me feel that I am a father, that I now have a family I must protect with all my life. If my heart was the frozen winter, Draco is the warm and gentle spring that melted it (1). It made me realize just how wrong I've been living my life..."

Newly formed tears began falling again and Lucius found himself unable to continue, so Prof. Dumbledore continued for him. "In short Harry, Lucius and his family wanted to leave the dark lord's side. But they just couldn't. Leaving meant instant death and Lucius loves his family. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded. This was all too much and he wasn't prepared to see the Malfoys in a new light. But, one question strayed into his mind and he couldn't help but voice it out. "Sir, why are you telling me this?"

Prof. Dumbledore shook his head as he said in an amused voice, "Getting impatient, aren't we Harry?" He allowed himself a little laugh as he saw a faint pink tinge Harry's cheeks. Then he turned serious again. "The reason is Draco."

"Draco?"

"Yes Harry," replied Lucius. "My son saw a vision in his Divination class today, and it has disturbed him a whole lot. That is why Narcissa and I are here right now. He...he saw my past, as a full pledged Death Eater while the dark lord was at the peak of his power. He managed to speak with Prof. Trelawny before breaking down; and the professor was kind enough not to interfere, instead she brought him up here to Prof. Dumbledore. He was not supposed to see that, but he has much more capabilities than what we had ever imagined."

"His capabilities and yours are matched Harry," the headmaster stated.

"What do you mean Prof. Dumbledore?" Harry asked, confused.

"What I meant was that, you and Draco have a lot of potential to be great wizards. The two of you have capabilities and untapped powers that Hogwarts has never seen after Tom Riddle graduated from this school. With the dark lord once again rising to power, I want to train both of you personally, to further tap your hidden potentials."

"But isn't our education here enough?"

The headmaster shook his head. "No, it is not enough Harry. Both of you have so much potential that the dark lord will not take you for granted for long. And when he finally sets eyes on you, I would like the two of you to be as prepared as you can be. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good." The headmaster turned to Draco and called him, "Draco, can you please come here?"

Narcissa reluctantly released her son as both of them made their way to the headmaster's desk.

"Now, both of you will have private classes with me, aside from your usual classes with your housemates. All this will be kept secret, no one should know about this even your teachers. Prof. Trelawny is an exception as she already knows of the matter. Is that understood boys?"

Both Draco and Harry nodded.

"Alright," said the headmaster, standing up and ushering Narcissa and Lucius out of the room. "I think I need to leave you boys to become more acquainted with each other."

Once the two boys were left alone, Draco was the first one to break the silence. "I look pathetic, don't I Harry?"

Harry was surprised, this is the first time Draco had called him by his first name.

"Don't be surprised Harry, I never really hated you. Just needed to keep up that stupid façade I'm forced to carry up, whether or not I like it. It's for my family's safety." He shrugged then looked at Harry with a faint smile. "I think we should start over. My name is Draco Malfoy," he said, reaching out a hand.

When Harry saw the pained and frightened depths of Draco's normally cold eyes, he could no longer find it in himself to cast his offer of friendship aside. He smiled and accepted Draco's outstretched hand. "And I'm Harry Potter."

Words were no longer needed. In the simple gesture, a new bond was forged between the two boys. A bond which would last until both breathed their last and would never be broken, only strengthened especially when they face adversities.

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Harry's eyes snapped open. He barely even realized that he was clutching the charm so hard that his fists were now numb. He was trying to catch his breath, as if he had been running for a very long time.

He looked up and met Draco's eyes from across the classroom. He had seen the same thing. They no longer needed telepathy to know.

Harry looked around the classroom, no one seemed to have been able to do what the professor told them to. Only Draco and him were able to attempt it and were successful.

^ You go in first, ^ said Draco's voice in his head.

^ Okay. ^

Harry stood up from his chair, earning him confused, surprised, amazed and even shocked glances from his classmates. He smiled at them and made his way to where Prof. Trelawny waited.

He went through the curtains and saw the Divinations professor waiting for him inside. She smiled fondly at him and gestured for him to sit on the chair opposite hers. "Five minutes, a remarkable time Mr. Potter. Don't worry, the students outside will not hear a thing. I made sure that there is a strong Silencing spell around this area."

Harry smiled at her, "I think Draco also finished at the same time I did."

"I know. What did you see?"

"I saw the past," Harry began. But, a smile crossed his features, and he corrected himself. "No, I think I saw the beginning, the beginning of a wonderful future."

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(1)this line is from the anime Fruits Basket. About Hatori and Kana. I jus thought that it was fitting ^^

Author's notes I hope this explains the training and I really hope that it was enough of an explanation. Thank you to those who reviewed, will be expecting more ^^

I haven't really edited this, so if I find a lot of mistakes, I will repost this.

To USAGI SERENITY YUI COSMOS, I will explain how they Apparate and Disapparate within Hogwarts grounds in the latter chapters. Thanks for telling me about that.

To THE SHADOW BANDIT, yup, I'll take your suggestion of the animal spirit choosing the wizard. But I think only real animals apply so I don't think the griffin would be appropriate, although I would have loved that ^^, thanks for the suggestion anyway. Maybe I'll be making a dragon or something, I haven't really decided Harry's animagus for yet, but I have already decided Draco's. Any ideas for Harry? ^^