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Chapter 3: Meeting old friends

Being out before 5:00 in the morning wasn't something Harry enjoyed, but it was the only way he could get out of the dungeons alive. Snape woke up at 5 each morning. Although he was tempted to disorder Snape's books before he left, he didn't think it was very wise.

Snape's and his little "chat" had ended with Snape telling him to get out before he woke up. Harry was smart enough not to question that, and fell asleep on the couch. While sleeping, he missed Snape draping him with a blanket. Apparently the bastard wasn't so mean after all.

At 4:30, Harry woke up from his short hours of sleep. It was an extremely difficult task, as he hand no alarm clock, and he was so lethargic at the time he had fell asleep, he had completely forgotten about his magic ability. But if living with the Dursley's taught him one thing, it was how to wake up after a few hours of sleep.

Once Harry had awakened he took a well deserved shower. He didn't take too long, fearing he'd still be there when Snape woke up. Using a few cleaning spell, Harry left Snape's Chambers with no sign of being there.

Harry strolled around the castle, the place looked livelier then it did in Harry's world. Harry's face darkened when he realized why. He wouldn't let anything happen in this world. The sooner he left the better. Harry knew being in this world would only hurt these people. Too bad he couldn't leave.

He took a turn into the Great Hall. The place was quiet, not a single thing moved. It reminded him of his world. With all of the familiars taken during the war, no one had much will power left. Everything seemed dead.

He reached the table, unaware of his actions, to where he, Ron, and Hermione use to sit. His heart gave a painful tug. He turned his gaze to his lover's usual seat. His hands started to shake, but he stopped them. It wouldn't do to have an emotional breakdown.

Looking at the tables, he noticed that the food hadn't arrived yet, but the goblets were all full. Harry took this as odd; the house elves always served breakfast as one big thing, not in little parts. Although he knew he shouldn't, he took a sip of the pumpkin juice. His mind started to slow down, and his thought process stopped working. He immediately knew Dumbledore was behind this.

It was a couple hours later he realized he fell asleep.

Leave it to Dumbledore to put a sleeping potion into the drinks.

"Hey, mate? You okay?"

He was being shook awake by a familiar voice, but that didn't stop him from pointing his wand at the by passers throat.

The boy's eyes went wide, and he stood frozen.

Harry lowered his wand, the face fully recognizable. He fought the wild desire to call out the young mans name, only to prove it wasn't some dream. He didn't notice as his wand fell to the floor.

"Hey? Are you alright? Mind that if I knew you'd try to bloody kill me, I'd have left you alone."

Harry nodded. "Sorry, I'm not use to people waking me up. I'm Harry."

The boy laughed, "Ron Weasley. If you call me Ronald, I'll beat you to a bloody pulp. It's odd, but you look familiar. Funny thing is I've never seen you around."

"I get that a lot." Harry lied. They didn't assume he looked like anyone in his world, they all bloody well knew. He hated not being able to walk down a street without people pointing and gasping.

"That's it! You look like James! Er- Professor Potter. Amazing, if he hadn't been so old I'd assume you were his twin, well except for the eyes."

"Why not his son?" Harry asked, casually taking a roll.

"Everyone knows he only has 2 sons. And Rose is the oldest, she's a girl. Not that you can tell. She's too much like Sirius." Then he turned to his book bag. He took out a feathered quill, golden tip. Apparently Ron wasn't so bad off in this world.

"What are you doing with that parchment?" Harry asked looking at the half finished essay.

"Essay for bloody Potions. How the bugger Living Drought is useful: Its' side effects, how it works. You know anything about the Living Drought?"

Harry nodded. So, for the next 45 minutes Harry educated Ron. Well, Harry spoke, and Ron copied down whatever he said. By the time they were finished people were filling in.

"Where did you learn all that? Herms had to look in a book for her answers!" Ron said amazed.

But Harry wasn't listening, he was watching as the dark robed beauty entered the robe. His robes swiveled around him. Confidence shone in every step. His slick hair swept past his shoulders. His eyes alert and shinning. The figure screamed perfect.

Too bad: Harry new better. The figure in front of him had given him everything he wanted, and then, he had taken it away. He fought back a glare that was urging to come up.

"Hey, Malfoy! Over here!"

Harry's attention turned to a Ron, who was the one calling him. This seemed odd. In his world, Ron would have given anything to show Malfoy up. Perhaps give the pale boy a few kicks in the arse while he was at it.

Draco's eyes lightened and a smiled passed on his lips. "Oiy, Weasel, who's your cute friend?"

Draco took a seat next to Harry, grinning at the boy.

"This?" Ron pointed to Harry. "Harry. But I don't think you're his type, right Har?"

'Har'? Were they even on a first name basis? Harry found himself saying, "Oh, I don't know. He's pretty... cute." He found himself thinking: A cute jackass.

Malfoy gave him a look, a slight mock glare, "Pretty cute? You're kidding yourself. I'm dead sexy."

Harry raised an eye brow, "Are you confident?"

Ron put his essay away, "Not this again."

Draco put a hand on Harry's knee and gave it a slight squeeze. "I'm always confident." He gave Harry a suggestive wink, to which Harry glared at. "By the way, I'm Draco Malfoy.".

Harry pulled Malfoy's hand off his knee; proceeding to drop it, making it hit the table. "Harry."

"Oh, rough one, huh? It's just better that way. I hate when people throw themselves at me. Disgusting. I'm glad you're not like that." Draco gave a flirtatious grin.

"Hey! Knock it off Draco! You're scaring him." Ron said reaching over Harry and hitting Draco. He turned toward Harry, "He's a total slut. Sleeps with everyone."

Harry's eyes shot downward for a second, and then they look back at Ron.

"Hey, I haven't sleep with you have I? So, I'm not a total slut." Malfoy ranted.

"Close enough, you even managed to bed 'Mione."

Harry's eyes darkened.

"We were both drunk. I think that was the last time she touched the stuff. But we all know it wasn't the alcohol. It was my charming personality. My perfect hair. My well toned body-"

Ron laughed beside him, cutting the vain boy off. He looked at Harry. Glancing at him, he noticed something and turned back to Malfoy with a smirk on his face, "Please, save the speech for someone else, Malfoy. I don't want to here it again. And I'm pretty sure Harry doesn't want to either. Look, he's even engaged. Or is the ring for decoration?" Ron took Harry's hand, examining it.

At first glance you would think it only but a gold and silver band, with swirling green gems and a bit of red on the top. On closer examination, however, the ring was anything but simple. Two silver snakes had embedded its way around the golden band. Upon the snakes were small diamonds, shaping its scales. Around the snakes' body, green emeralds were placed, making the snakes stand out greater. The snakes' eyes were ruby jewels, the most noticeable thing of the ring. On the top of the ring stood a tiny lions head, the two snakes' heads stood beside it.

"It's an engagement ring."

Malfoy glanced at it, "Holy shit. That thing must have cost a bloody fortune." He took a better look at it, "How the bloody hell did the makers do this?"

Harry shrugged, "My fiancé never told me how... It wasn't something we discussed." That wasn't the truth. It was the meaning behind the ring they didn't discus. The two snakes represented Harry's past, present, and future. The lion stood for, as his fiancé called it, the "bloody-Gryfindor- that-won't-allow-you-to-walk-away" spirit in him. Together, the meaning said so much more. It took part in all the things that made them who they were.

"When you go home, you should ask them." Ron said.

Harry turned his head. He knew he wasn't going home. He would probably fight his father here, too. But this time, he wouldn't let so many people die.

"Well, that blows. How come all the sexy ones are taken? It's not bloody fair." Malfoy looked at Harry's ring. "It is gorgeous though."

An awkward silence filled the area.

Harry wasn't going to start a conversation. But there was a question he wanted to know. Why was Malfoy sitting over here? It wasn't common for other houses to sit with each other, at least as far as Harry knew.

It didn't help that Malfoy was wearing just plain black robes, without the house badge on it.

Beside him, Ron straightened and shut up. Harry turned to find out why. Albus Dumbledore, and all his glory, was walking toward him.

"Hello sir. Is this about the sorting?" Harry asked, ignoring Draco as he scrambled off the Gryfindor table.

"Yes. We are going to do it now. I would just put you in Gryfindor, but by school rules, I have to have you sorted." Dumbledore said, eyes forever twinkling. He walked away.

Harry stood up, following the headmaster. He didn't bother to say Dumbledore made the school rules. As he walked, he felt everyone's eyes turn on him.

"Everyone, may I have your attention?" The few students, who hadn't turned their heads to stare, now did. "Thank you! We have a transfer student, Harry Potter. Harry is from an alternative universe. He will be staying here until we find a way home for him. Let us make his trip most enjoyable!"

Harry took the place on the stool. And before he knew it he heard the sorting hat's voice.

You're different. From another world, it appears. Voldemort's son, eh?. You're so trustworthy, smart, and noble. There's a dark side to you too. A side few have seen. The decision is hard; you fit the entire houses well.

Harry bit his lip. He wouldn't interfere this time.

So quiet, you hide many secrets. Ah, I know. This is perfect... SLYTHERIN!

Harry didn't look at the faces of everyone as he sat down at the Slytherin table. This was how it was suppose to be, huh?

He glanced around the table and noticed Malfoy was looking at him oddly.

Harry rolled his eyes at Malfoy.

So the beautiful bastard was in Slytherin. Figures.

*Snapes POV*

I was surprised to find the boy out before I woke, with no sign of him ever being there. Everything in my room was in perfect order. I wondered if it might be some bizarre dream of mine.

But there he was, in the Great Hall. His eyes looking completely drained. I wondered if he even went to sleep. But, I know he did, he had hit the pillows before I had a chance to give him some blankets.

I noticed he didn't seem to like Malfoy very well. It hit me as a bit more than curious. Potter's and Malfoy's were so close that they were practically family.

I saw Dumbledore bring Potter towards the hat. I silently toasted the new addition to the Gryfindor house. Another Potter for Minerva to deal with.

It came to a shock when the hat shouted Slytherin. Bloody hell, the whole buggering school was shocked. What was a Potter doing in Slytherin?

He's twisting that ring again. I wonder who bought him that. His fiancé has still remained unnamed. When he reached the table, I notice he takes off the ring with a defeated sigh. I watch as he leaves the table, totally distracted. He even left that ring behind. What is the boy thinking about?

This man is a mystery. One I expect to solve. I know everything about my students, and Potter is no exception.

*Malfoy's POV*

I can't catch Harry's attention.

That boy is simply gorgeous. His raven hair tangled makes me want to run my hands through it. His body is well defined, and he is sporting a nice tan. After a few close inspections, I notice he even has a scar on his forehead. I wonder what fool hearted thing he did to earn that.

One major flaw though, he seems to dislike me, a lot. Or, maybe he's just jealous of my perfection. I smile. There's not a single flaw on me.

"So Harry, who is the-" I begin, as casual conversation, for the fifth time today.

But, to my utter confusion, he gets up from the table and leaves.

I feel like I've been dumped. No one walks away from a chance of me speaking to them. How many times do you have perfection making idle chit- chat?

I watch him leave, I'm tempted to follow him, but something catches my eyes. He left his ring on the table.

I take the ring, making sure no one at the table notices my moves. I look at it. It is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I pocket it; if Harry wanted it back he had to talk to me.

I smirk, there is a reason I was put in Slytherin.

Wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn't notice Snape come up to me until after he put a hand on my shoulder. I jump from the shock.

He smirks. "Malfoy, shouldn't you be in Slytherin robes? Not much of an example for the first years. Don't make me regret my decision on putting you as Head Boy."

I nod.

Before I turn to leave, he grabs my shoulder. He drops his arms to his side. Leaning in close, he whispers, "Watch Potter for me. Tell me if you find anything off about him. There is a reason he was put into Slytherin. I want you to find it out." He leans away and straightens up his robes.

I smile, "Of course, Professor."

*Harry POV*

I feel especially empty. I'm curious as to why. I rub my ring finger, only to notice something is missing. My ring.

I realize I have left it at the Great Hall. I wonder why I would do such a stupid thing, and I realize it's apart of my blood. I pray no one has tried to destroy it, I don't want to be responsible for another death.

I turn to make it on my way back but a voice stops me. I hadn't ever heard the foot steps.

"Potter."

I turn to see McGonagall, "Yes, ma'am?"

"Come to Dumbledore's office immediately. I want to discus something we found: a certain wand."

I pale. I dropped my wand while talking to Ron. That's two stupid things I've done today, and yet, the day is still young.

Then I pause to think. I wonder what wand she means: Voldemort's or mine? Whichever I know I'm in trouble, as I've just realize what the last spell I used was.

*Severus POV*

"Dumbledore's Office." I throw the powder into the fire and before I know it am in his office. There's a certain skill I learned years ago, which enabled me to master the landing. Unlike the other pathetic people, I have some grace.

The Headmaster is already there holding a wand. This would be the first time I've ever seen him holding a wand. I wonder why he is using it now.

"Ah, Severus, my boy, perfect timing, as usual. I was right about to call you up." As soon as he said those words I knew it had to be bad, and the information I was about to give him wasn't going to help that problem.

"Albus, I believe you should have a look at this." I set the ring down on the table, it is not glowing silver. "It's Potter's ring."

Albus popped a lemon drop into his mouth, "Dear Severus, you haven't resorted to stealing have you? There's a fine better way to get something you want. Lemon Drop?"

I glare at the Headmaster. He's sometimes the biggest fool I've ever met. "There's dark magic all around this object. No seventh year should even know how to do these spells!"

The Headmaster took the ring, and his eyes lost the twinkle. "For shame, Severus. This Harry Potter is not who we thought he was. Take a look at the last spell use on his wand."

I take the wand and mumble a spell. I somehow expect the spell to be turning lemon drops into those jelly beans he dislikes so much. What the spell came up to be, surprised me as nothing had ever done. The boy had used the killing curse, but the spell used right after that one was what shocked me the most. The affect of the curse had clearly been made; the boy had taken someone soul.

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