Summary: Taken place at 6th year: With a little help from Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, a friend and the new transfer student, some things can be changed around the school – at last. Hr/R, D/??, etc.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything related to it. I only own my plot to this story and several other characters that I've invented myself. If you think I'm JKR after reading this, then I suggest you to read the whole set again and compare it to mine. If you STILL think I'm JKR in disguise (I wish.), please, attend the tea party that's taking place at the mental hospital. Thanks.

Warning:
OotP Spoilers!!

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When Two Makes One
Chapter One ; Plans


"Hey, Mish! The owl's here!" Megan rushed down the hallway to Michelle's door, carrying a large own on her shoulder. Tied to its leg was clearly a Hogwarts letter, informing her about the new school she was going to attend.

"Thanks, Meg," Michelle said happily, striding across the room and reached for the letter. The owl gave a hoot after she untied the parchment and flew out of the window she had opened for some fresh air.

"This is so unfair," whined Megan, following her sister into her room and sitting down on her sofa. "You get to go to a magic school, and I get to go to a boring old garbage dump. Actually, make that you going to the best witchcraft school in all of England and me going to Smeltings," she added, rolling her eyes. "Tell me, how unfair is that?"

"Very," Michelle grinned evilly at her. Megan muttered something about finishing a model she was going to finish, and exited the room. After her sister left, Michelle looked down at the letter and opened it slowly. She wasn't so sure about changing schools any more; she never liked the idea of making new friends, especially at a new school.

Dear Miss Lynn,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
As you are a new transfer student, you will be sorted into your house before you are seated. Please wait for one of the professors to meet you at the Great Hall once you arrive.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress


Michelle smiled gleefully and looked at the list of books and equipment that were on the list. She had most of the books already, all she had to buy was Hogwarts robes, a new wand, and perhaps her parents could buy her a owl this time. She went downstairs to where her parents were, watching TV.

"Hey Mom," Michelle greeted, waving her letter around. "I've got the letter from Hogwarts already!"

Her mom smiled. "Great! We could go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, if you like, and get all the stuff you need for school," she said.

"Perfect idea," Michelle's dad piped up. "I need to buy several new cauldrons, too, my old ones are getting rusty." Michelle laughed. Her dad was a whiz when the subject comes to potions. He has half the second floor all by himself, where he could mix all the potions he wanted, and test it.

"You're not leaving me behind!" Megan said loudly, rushing down the stairs. "I've never seen Diagon Alley before and I'm not missing it this time!" In seconds, she was already waiting by the door with her shoes on and carrying a bag.

Michelle shrugged. "Have it your way," she said, and went to get ready too.

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Harry was not having the best vacation. Night after night, dreams of Sirius' death always popped into his dreams, whether they were of Voldemort returning into power, or they were happy dreams. Even though the Dudley's were treating him better then usual after the Order's warning, he was still miserable without his friends.

Another thing that occurred to Harry about his new school year was how he was supposed to go to Diagon Alley to buy his new books. He couldn't imagine Uncle Vernon driving up to the Leaky Cauldron with Harry in the back seat with Dudley behaving surprisingly kind and Aunt Petunia saying, "Have a nice time, we'll pick you up at 4 PM" to Harry as he was dropped off. Even thinking about it made him laugh.

The phone rang. Harry could hear Aunt Petunia bustling around for the phone, and was surprised when she called up the stairs, "Harry! Phone!"

Shocked at who would call him right now, he went down into the living room and reached for the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Harry!" squealed a voice that sounded like Ginny.

"Hey, Ginny," Harry answered, smiling, wondering why she was calling. "What's up?"

"Oh, not much, Mom wanted me to call and make sure if you've got a plan on how to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow."

"I haven't thought of anything yet, just maybe asking Uncle Vernon if he could give me a ride."

"Oh okay. Hey how about if the twins and I give you a ride? Then you could stay here for the rest of the summer."

Thank you, Gin, Harry thought silently. "Brilliant! What about Ron?"

"Oh," he could almost hear Ginny smirk from the other end of the line, "I asked him if he wanted to come, he asked who was going, I said Fred, George, and me, and he said he'll go as long as there's more company. Personally, I think all he wants there is Hermione, you should see them both staring at each other like their lives depended on it."

Harry laughed. "Sure, what time?"

"Around 9 AM, how 'bout it?"

"Perfect. Oh yeah, why didn't Ron call? I mean, it's not that I'm not glad that you're calling, but he's my best friend and all..."

Ginny laughed. "You should've seen Dad's face when he suggested himself to call. Mom freaked out and said that I would be calling."

Harry laughed. "Oh okay. Well, I need to go and pack, I guess. Bye!"

"See ya."

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Draco paced around the room in the Leaky Cauldron, his nerves twisting a new knot at each step he took. After watching his father being dragged away by Dementors, he seriously thought he had deserved it. That loser had made him what he wasy now, a person with a cold heart. He realized that he was only mean to the Weasleys because his father hated them, he hated Hermione because his dad hated Muggle borns, and he hated Harry Potter just because his father did too. Soon, he figured out he was a complete jerk for following his father's 'footsteps'.

He looked outside the window, the sun gleaming his white-blonde hair that was nearly brushing his shoulders. He hadn't bothered very much for cleaning himself up, just took walks around Diagon Alley and spending his father's money on whatever he wanted.

Sighing, Draco rested his forehead on the glass, feeling at least happy that his dad had been taken away. He stood there for a moment, then went down to the streets below.

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A/N: Woohoo, my first fanfic :D Short chapter, I know, I'll add more later. But for now, please REVIEW!! I'll give you candy... *puppy eyes*