Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and the name Dylan Stonewell.
A/N: I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed this story so far.
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After breakfast, Professor Dumbledore could be found in his office reading a muggle newspaper. As he turned the page, there was a knock at the office door. "Come in." He said. He didn't bother looking up from his paper. He knew who was standing in front of him. "Hello Harry. What's it like going undercover?" Dumbledore put down his paper to see a distressed looking Harry.
"Horrible." He said taking a seat. "I mean it's bad enough to have to lie, but even worse to see people crying over me. Ron told me that they can't even say my name anymore. I've also learned that I'm killing Hermione. I just can't take it anymore." He sighed. "Tell me again why I have to pretend I'm someone else?"
"So, no one comes after you while you're completely vulnerable." Dumbledore said looking at him through his half-moon spectacles. At this response, Harry slumps even farther in his chair. "You have your same schedule and I have told all your teachers that you're you," Dumbledore pauses for a second as a smile spreads across his worn face. "Except Professor Trelawney." ((A/N: I think that that's how you spell it! LoL))
Harry also begins to smile. "So I CAN have some fun in my life." He laughs. "This is going to be good." Harry changes back into Dylan and begins to get up.
"Just don't go overboard with it, Dylan." Dumbledore says with a stern look.
"I won't." Dylan replied. "I don't want anyone to figure out that it's me." Dumbledore nodes as Dylan walks out of his office.
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History of Magic found Ron sleeping with his head on his desk and Hermione looking at the contents in her box for the millionth time. Everyone jumped at least a foot in the air when there was a knock at the door.
Dylan walked in and took the empty seat next to Hermione. "Dylan Stonewell?" Professor Binns asked looking up. Dylan nodded and got a smile from Professor Binns before he went back to his lecture.
"So, what did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?" Ron asked Dylan.
"Nothing much really." Dylan said. Ron shrugged and went back to sleeping on his desk.
Dylan's mind began to travel back to the summer. It was the middle of the night and Harry could be found sitting at the worn desk in Ron's room. He was leaning over a piece of parchment and was biting on his quill. He scribbled down one last sentence, signed his name, and folded up the letter. He reached for the box that lie on the floor. He placed the note at the bottom of the box and began to place other objects in there.
First, he leafed through this photo album and found the picture of his parents wedding. Sirius was standing next to his father, smiling brightly. He had no idea what fate awaited him. This was the only picture he had of his godfather.
His mind then took another awful turn. Harry was now watching his godfather fall to his death. He saw the cackling face of his killer. Her laughter rang in his ears. It wouldn't stop. The laughter just kept on coming as Sirius fell backwards into the archway with the veil. Harry could hear himself screaming for him. Lupin grabbed his arm and said, "There's nothing you can do, Harry.nothing.He's gone."
Then Luna Lovegood popped into his head. She was saying, "And anyway, it's not as though I'll never see Mum again, is it?"
"Er- isn't it?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Oh, Come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn't you?"
"You mean."
"In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them." Luna smiled slightly.
"Dylan!" Someone yelled in his ear. It was Ron.
"Oh.sorry." Dylan said getting up from his desk. Everyone was gone except Ron, Lavender, and Hermione, whom were standing over him.
"That was creepy!" Lavender said. "You weren't even sleeping, you were just, staring into space." She shivered.
"Come on!" Ron said. "Lunch time! I'm hungry!" He patted his stomach.
"You're ALWAYS hungry." Lavender spoke up. They walked down to the Great Hall and were accompanied by none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Hello Draco." Hermione sighed as they walked over to the Gryffindor table. "How are you?"
"Alright, I guess." He said. "You?" He looked at Hermione closely.
"Getting close to fine." She said softly.
"That's good." He smiled lightly at her.
Dylan was absolutely confused. Since when were Hermione and Draco on good terms? Ron wasn't even shouting out insults.
"Who's the guy standing here in utterly confusion?" Draco asked looking at Dylan.
"This Dylan Stonewell, Malfoy." Ron said sitting down and piling food on his plate.
"Draco Malfoy." Draco held out his hand for Dylan to shake.
"Nice to meet you." Dylan said shaking his hand.
"Well, I'll see you guys later. Pansy will have a fuss if I don't eat enough." Draco rolled his eyes and walked over to the Slytherin table.
******Division Class******((A/N: I didn't feel like going through lunch so now it's time for Division. I think I spelled it right! LoL))
"Professor Trelawney is an absolute fake!" Ron said climbing up the ladder to her room. "So don't pay attention to anything she says."
"I'll keep that in mind." Dylan said climbing after him.
Ron took his place at his usual round table. Dylan sat across from him.
"Hello class." Professor Trelawney said from her big, stuffed chair. "I assume that you're Dylan Stonewell." She looked over at Dylan. He nodded. She looked at him closely. She stared into his eyes, and then she smiled. "Open you're books to page 43 and study it closely. We will be reading palms next week. For homework, write a 12 inch essay on how you tell."((A/N: I have NO idea what their essay should be so, oh well!))
"This is dumb." Ron hissed while pretending to read.
"No kidding." Dylan hissed back.
"I'm going to sleep." Ron said putting his head on his book.
Dylan's mind traveled back into his memory with the box. He was now putting in the picture with him and Hermione outside the Borrow. Hermione was giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Harry then got up quietly, walked over to his truck, opened it, and took out a piece of broken glass. The glass was from the mirror that Sirius had given him. He remembered the note that came with the mirror well. It read, 'This is a two-way mirror. I've got the other. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into in; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions.' Tears floated Harry's eyes. If only he had remembered the mirror, he could have used it and found out that Sirius was still at his house. Sirius would still be alive if Harry hadn't pulled a 'hero act.' Hermione was right about that.
After he placed the broken glass into the box, he reached in his pocket to pull out the last item: his mother's diamond ring. He looked at it one last time before placing it in the box. He shut the box, got up and went to bed. Silent tears flowed down his cheeks as he lay in bed.
"Dylan." A woman's voice said next to him. "Or should I say Harry?" Dylan snapped out of his trance and retrieved his bag that was on the floor next to him. "What did you see, Harry?" Professor Trelawney asked.
Dylan looked around before answering. Everyone had gone down to dinner. "How did you know it was me?" He sounded rather disappointed.
"I could tell by the look in your eyes as you stared off into space. Was it a good or bad memory?" She asked.
"It wasn't just one memory." Dylan replied looking away. "And mostly bad."
"Well," Professor Trelawney said while striating up. "You better get down to dinner." She walked away and left Dylan to his thoughts.
~*~*~Well, that's chapter 3! Not as long as the others, but you get the idea! How it's good! Now REVIEW!~*~*~
A/N: I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed this story so far.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 3: Strolling Down Memory Lane
After breakfast, Professor Dumbledore could be found in his office reading a muggle newspaper. As he turned the page, there was a knock at the office door. "Come in." He said. He didn't bother looking up from his paper. He knew who was standing in front of him. "Hello Harry. What's it like going undercover?" Dumbledore put down his paper to see a distressed looking Harry.
"Horrible." He said taking a seat. "I mean it's bad enough to have to lie, but even worse to see people crying over me. Ron told me that they can't even say my name anymore. I've also learned that I'm killing Hermione. I just can't take it anymore." He sighed. "Tell me again why I have to pretend I'm someone else?"
"So, no one comes after you while you're completely vulnerable." Dumbledore said looking at him through his half-moon spectacles. At this response, Harry slumps even farther in his chair. "You have your same schedule and I have told all your teachers that you're you," Dumbledore pauses for a second as a smile spreads across his worn face. "Except Professor Trelawney." ((A/N: I think that that's how you spell it! LoL))
Harry also begins to smile. "So I CAN have some fun in my life." He laughs. "This is going to be good." Harry changes back into Dylan and begins to get up.
"Just don't go overboard with it, Dylan." Dumbledore says with a stern look.
"I won't." Dylan replied. "I don't want anyone to figure out that it's me." Dumbledore nodes as Dylan walks out of his office.
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History of Magic found Ron sleeping with his head on his desk and Hermione looking at the contents in her box for the millionth time. Everyone jumped at least a foot in the air when there was a knock at the door.
Dylan walked in and took the empty seat next to Hermione. "Dylan Stonewell?" Professor Binns asked looking up. Dylan nodded and got a smile from Professor Binns before he went back to his lecture.
"So, what did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?" Ron asked Dylan.
"Nothing much really." Dylan said. Ron shrugged and went back to sleeping on his desk.
Dylan's mind began to travel back to the summer. It was the middle of the night and Harry could be found sitting at the worn desk in Ron's room. He was leaning over a piece of parchment and was biting on his quill. He scribbled down one last sentence, signed his name, and folded up the letter. He reached for the box that lie on the floor. He placed the note at the bottom of the box and began to place other objects in there.
First, he leafed through this photo album and found the picture of his parents wedding. Sirius was standing next to his father, smiling brightly. He had no idea what fate awaited him. This was the only picture he had of his godfather.
His mind then took another awful turn. Harry was now watching his godfather fall to his death. He saw the cackling face of his killer. Her laughter rang in his ears. It wouldn't stop. The laughter just kept on coming as Sirius fell backwards into the archway with the veil. Harry could hear himself screaming for him. Lupin grabbed his arm and said, "There's nothing you can do, Harry.nothing.He's gone."
Then Luna Lovegood popped into his head. She was saying, "And anyway, it's not as though I'll never see Mum again, is it?"
"Er- isn't it?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Oh, Come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn't you?"
"You mean."
"In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them." Luna smiled slightly.
"Dylan!" Someone yelled in his ear. It was Ron.
"Oh.sorry." Dylan said getting up from his desk. Everyone was gone except Ron, Lavender, and Hermione, whom were standing over him.
"That was creepy!" Lavender said. "You weren't even sleeping, you were just, staring into space." She shivered.
"Come on!" Ron said. "Lunch time! I'm hungry!" He patted his stomach.
"You're ALWAYS hungry." Lavender spoke up. They walked down to the Great Hall and were accompanied by none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Hello Draco." Hermione sighed as they walked over to the Gryffindor table. "How are you?"
"Alright, I guess." He said. "You?" He looked at Hermione closely.
"Getting close to fine." She said softly.
"That's good." He smiled lightly at her.
Dylan was absolutely confused. Since when were Hermione and Draco on good terms? Ron wasn't even shouting out insults.
"Who's the guy standing here in utterly confusion?" Draco asked looking at Dylan.
"This Dylan Stonewell, Malfoy." Ron said sitting down and piling food on his plate.
"Draco Malfoy." Draco held out his hand for Dylan to shake.
"Nice to meet you." Dylan said shaking his hand.
"Well, I'll see you guys later. Pansy will have a fuss if I don't eat enough." Draco rolled his eyes and walked over to the Slytherin table.
******Division Class******((A/N: I didn't feel like going through lunch so now it's time for Division. I think I spelled it right! LoL))
"Professor Trelawney is an absolute fake!" Ron said climbing up the ladder to her room. "So don't pay attention to anything she says."
"I'll keep that in mind." Dylan said climbing after him.
Ron took his place at his usual round table. Dylan sat across from him.
"Hello class." Professor Trelawney said from her big, stuffed chair. "I assume that you're Dylan Stonewell." She looked over at Dylan. He nodded. She looked at him closely. She stared into his eyes, and then she smiled. "Open you're books to page 43 and study it closely. We will be reading palms next week. For homework, write a 12 inch essay on how you tell."((A/N: I have NO idea what their essay should be so, oh well!))
"This is dumb." Ron hissed while pretending to read.
"No kidding." Dylan hissed back.
"I'm going to sleep." Ron said putting his head on his book.
Dylan's mind traveled back into his memory with the box. He was now putting in the picture with him and Hermione outside the Borrow. Hermione was giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Harry then got up quietly, walked over to his truck, opened it, and took out a piece of broken glass. The glass was from the mirror that Sirius had given him. He remembered the note that came with the mirror well. It read, 'This is a two-way mirror. I've got the other. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into in; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions.' Tears floated Harry's eyes. If only he had remembered the mirror, he could have used it and found out that Sirius was still at his house. Sirius would still be alive if Harry hadn't pulled a 'hero act.' Hermione was right about that.
After he placed the broken glass into the box, he reached in his pocket to pull out the last item: his mother's diamond ring. He looked at it one last time before placing it in the box. He shut the box, got up and went to bed. Silent tears flowed down his cheeks as he lay in bed.
"Dylan." A woman's voice said next to him. "Or should I say Harry?" Dylan snapped out of his trance and retrieved his bag that was on the floor next to him. "What did you see, Harry?" Professor Trelawney asked.
Dylan looked around before answering. Everyone had gone down to dinner. "How did you know it was me?" He sounded rather disappointed.
"I could tell by the look in your eyes as you stared off into space. Was it a good or bad memory?" She asked.
"It wasn't just one memory." Dylan replied looking away. "And mostly bad."
"Well," Professor Trelawney said while striating up. "You better get down to dinner." She walked away and left Dylan to his thoughts.
~*~*~Well, that's chapter 3! Not as long as the others, but you get the idea! How it's good! Now REVIEW!~*~*~