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A/N: Sorry it's not all that long, both readers and emma. Emma, I know you said I should make more interesting stuff happen, but I think we already have a lot. Give me a couple of chapters, okay? It's going to get too confusing.

Also, it seems as though Alex, Spilt, isn't going to be writing after all. So it's just you and me, my egg.

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"Ben Knotter?" Ron burst into the Gryffindor Common Room. "What's all this about Harry?"

Harry shrugged. "No idea, but it scares me a little I guess."

"A LITTLE?! Harry, this new guy looks like you, sounds like you and even acts like you. Mate, he could BE you."

"He's shorter. And he's got no scar." Harry swiped his forehead. "And I'd know if it was me."

"He's in SLYTHERIN."

"And I'm in Gryffindor. See? We are NOT the same person."

But Harry frowned nonetheless. This was disturbing him as much as it was Ron. How could this stranger, this person he had never seen, let alone heard of, be exactly – no, not exactly – but almost exactly like him. Same hair, same eyes, same stance. Those were his mother's eyes. Surely, it was magic at work, wasn't it? A prank perhaps.

Ron echoed Harry's thoughts. "Maybe it's a prank."

"Do you think a "prank" would be allowed to be enrolled into Hogwarts, Ron?"

Harry and Ron turned to see Hermione climb in.

"No I guess not." Ron admitted.

"It's not a prank. At least, not unless it's fooled Dumbledore. I checked it out. The boy's called Ben Evans Knotter, son to a Jacob Louis Knotter. He doesn't know his mother. His dad's a Muggle."

"'Mione. Where'd you get all that?"

"I'm Head Girl, Ron. And don't call me that." She turned to Harry. "Maybe it's more than a coincidence, Harry?"

But Harry didn't answer. The boy's middle name is Evans. Where have I heard that before? Where has Evans ever turned up? Where have I –

Evans was his mother's maiden name.

"No way."

"No way what, Harry?"

"Evans was my mum's surname. Lily Evans."

All three of them let this sink in.

"Then it can't be a coincidence." Ron said reasonably. "You're probably related."

"But most pure-blood Wizarding families are already. And Harry's mum wasn't pure-blood, was she Harry?" Hermione responded.

"Then maybe he's long-distance related." Ron argued.

"Oh shut up, Ron. For all we know, we don't know ANYTHING."

Freaky. Too freaky, Harry decided. Evans was his mother's name. But he didn't even know about his mother much. If it had been Potter, it would've clicked easier, since all Pure-blood Wizarding families were usually related. But… his mum... unless it was just a coincidence….He suddenly felt as if the situation was too personal to talk about.

Changing the topic, he faked a laugh. "But on the good side, we raised a lot of money today."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Why?"

"MY bet." Ron replied smugly.

"You mean THAT ridiculous thing?"

"'That ridiculous thing' earned me 13 gallons, 9 sickles and 11 knuts."

"Which you're going to give to the winner of that stupid bet of yours."

"Except nobody's going to win."

"Why not?" Hermione had to ask.

Ron laughed, but Harry saw the pink that spread from his neck to his cheeks. "Like you're going to get a boyfriend by the end of this year. Like you're going to ever."

Hermione's mouth dropped. EXCUSE ME?! Calm down Hermione. Calm. Breathe. Ignore the redheaded devil of a git. Calm.

She forced a smile. "Don't be so sure Ron."

"Are you talking about Krum? 'Cause you already told me he was only a friend."

"He is." Hermione managed to reply.

"Then who – "

But Hermione had already left. A very unlike-Hermione smile written across her face.

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"Draco Malfoy."

"Granger."

"What's bothering you this time, Malfoy?"

"None of your business."

"Well, then go on up."

"Ladies first."

"You're not a gentleman Ferret. Leave that act for a poor Hufflepuff fourth year."

Both Draco 'Ferret' Malfoy and Hermione 'Mudblood' Granger were standing outside the Gargoyle that guarded the Head Master's Office. Both had arrived at exactly the same time. Both didn't want to be the first up to see Albus Dumbledore.

Because neither knew the new password.

"Malfoy," Hermione finally fumed. "Are you going up or not?! I've got more important things to do then spend my time arguing with you."

"Well then why don't you go up?"

And neither would admit that they didn't know the password either.

"Why not you? Or don't you know the password?"

Draco sneered. "Of course I do."

"Right. So what is it?"

"Like I'd tell you."

Hermione sighed. This was getting more childish by the minute. "Alright Malfoy. I don't know the password. Professor Dumbledore asked me to see him. I need to get up there. So can you please tell me the password." She strained her words with false sarcasm.

Draco looked amused, then shrugged. "I don't know it either."

There was a pause, where things seemed to be able to turn either way. Either they could both dangle onto each other's throat for a second time, or laughter could ensure. Guess what happened.

"Well then you shouldn't have said you did, Malfoy."

"Not my worry."

"He called you up too, Ferret, don't play dumb."

"I find it amusing to piss you off Mudblood."

Hermione looked outraged. "So is that why you put ten galleons on that bet of Ron's?!"

"Perhaps. That and because, unlike certain redheads, I have enough money to place large amounts down."

"Shut up, Malfoy."

"Make me, Granger."

"Alright, alright, that is enough." A very amused Dumbledore appeared quite suddenly from behind them. "You both have very sharp tongues." He noted, smiling.

"Professor." Draco and Hermione replied in unison. Then they glared at each other.

"Well. There is quite a problem in that though. If our Head Boy and Head Girl cannot get along, I assure you it will be very hard to keep a school such as Hogwarts functioning properly. This is why I have called you today. Over the last few weeks, many teachers and students have reported incidents of… bickering… in the corridors and such."

Draco smirked ever so slightly.

"But I have to warn you. Both of you are fantastic students, and losing either of you as a leader will be unfortunate. Losing both of you will be a calamity. So we have decided to give you both two weeks to at least come to a point where there is civility in you're conversations."

Dumbledore's grim face disappeared, and was quickly replaced by one of compassion. "I'll see you two in two weeks. A good day to both of you."

With a 'Ginger Snap,' the Gargoyle moved, and the Head Maser disappeared back into his office. Draco and Hermione looked at each other in disgust.

"Not happening." They spat in unison, once again.

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