A/N: Ok sorry guys! Or those of you that are reading my story. Apparently not many. I have like 4 reviews. But I'll wait for a certain amount or reviews (say…10) before I post 4 (mwahahaha…I'm holding chapter 4 ransom!!!!! Yes I'm evil!) Anywho.. I'm really sorry about the whole not updating for 2 ½ months, I was gone and with out a personal computer…you know the deal.
Disclaimer: I'm not JKR. If I was I'd have a shit load more money!
Title: Harry Potter and the Return to Hogwarts
Chapter 3: Old Friends.
Rating: G (for now?)
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Harry had finally been allowed to leave his room three days later. He walked down the hallway to room 206 the door stood slightly ajar. Harry knocked quietly and slowly pushed it open, revealing a sore, battered, and exhausted looking Draco Malfoy. He was propped against his pillows reading a Quidditch magazine.
"Looking for pointer, Malfoy? Ya never were any good at Quidditch." Harry said in mock disgust.
Draco chuckled. "Hullo 'PROFESSOR' Potter." He said coolly, marking his page and placing it in his lap.
"I see Dumbeldore has been to see you." Harry said beaming. He was ecstatic to be going back to the one place he really called HOME (other than the Burrow, of course).
"Indeed he has" Draco said with a nod. "and" he added gleefully, "he offered me a position as well. As the new Potions master."
"Congratulations mate!" Harry said shaking Draco's hand. "So Snape finally retired, did he?" Harry asked. "or" Harry added just as the thought occurred to him, "has he finally been given the boot?"
Draco guffawed. "No mate. No such luck. He retired. Apparently after Dumbeldore went to see you about teaching Defense, he came to me about Potions."
"I see." Harry said. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Marvelous!" Draco exclaimed, causing a fit of coughing.
"You sure?" Harry asked concerned.
Recovering from his coughing Draco replied, "Oh yes! With my father gone I feel great. Knowing I did it makes me feel marvelous! And I want to thank you. If it weren't for you I'd never have gotten that chance. On the contrary, if it weren't for you I'd probably be dead." Draco said, now staring out the window. "I'm forever in your dept.'
"And" Harry added "if it weren't for you bringing me here I to my have died. So I am forever in your debt." Harry explained
"Well I couldn't let 'The Boy Who Lived' die now could I?" Draco said with the old sneer he used to use at school, turning it to a wide smile he exclaimed "we're even!"
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Harry walked back to his room a half hour later. Propping himself against his pillows just as Draco had done, and began reading the latest Daily Prophet. Harry was turning the page to read an article on the illegal sales of counterfeit Firebolt 5000's, when he heard his name called. He looked up and looked around no one was in his room with him. He went back to reading. He heard it again "Harry Potter." Plain as day, and the voice was so familiar. He heard it one more time and looked on the floor and saw that his bag was there. He remembered that in the bag was the mirror Sirius had given him was in there. Harry realized the voice was Ron!
Harry picked up the bag, and digging through it heard
"'Mione, I don't think he has it with him."
"Try it again!" He heard Hermione say.
"Harry Potter" He heard Ron repeat, as he finally found it. He saw the faces of his two best friends swim into view.
"Hey Ron, Hey Hermione!" Harry said ecstatic. He hadn't spoken to either of them in almost 2 years, because of the fragility of his Auroring duties. 5 years ago after their Hogwarts graduation, Harry and Draco and go on to Auror training. Ron had wanted to, but hadn't scored enough points in the right categories on the N.E.W.T.s. So instead focused on Quidditch, and had been accepted to the Chuddly Cannons, as keeper, and captain. Hermione had bought Flourish and Blots, and began running it as a book shop/coffee house (Harry, and Ron both thought this was a great waste of her intelligence, and cunning, but it made her happy) Harry Realized that Ginny had gone on to higher education, and became the Charms teacher at Hogwarts. Harry's heart leapt. At least he would have some one close to his age there with him. He thought all of this in a span of about two seconds.
The first thing he noticed was Ron had grown a bright red goatee. "Took long enough?" said Ron's grinning face.
"At first I thought some one was in the room, then I remembered I had the mirror with me. Like the facial hair by the way." Harry told him
"Where are you anyway. All we heard in the Daily Prophet was that you had been hurt, but how?" Hermione chimed in.
Harry quickly told them the story. As he finished he heard Mrs. Weasley call them from the back ground.
"We can't stay much longer, Harry. Mum wants us for something. Could you meet us at the Three Broomsticks on August 23rd? Say around 2:30?" Ron asked.
"You got it. August 23rd. At 2:30. See ya there."
"Bye mate."
"Bye Harry!"
"WAIT!" Harry called to his friends
"Yeah?" Hermione asked.
"Will Ginny be there?" He asked curiously.
"Yeah. Why? Hermione asked.
"Oh no matter, just curious."
"Oh. Well. Bye." She waved.
"Bye." Harry said as both their faces swam back out of view.
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A/N: Yeah. Yeah. Shoot me. This was a short chapter, but I think most of them will be. But there will be lots of them. I have 15 written on paper, I just have to type them. But that's all I have to say, before I start typing Chappie 4!
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