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Exams are coming up really soon for me, so I'm not sure how long I can keep updating like this, but I will try to get as many as I can out...
Also I got an email the other day asking about Draco and Harry, well I already mentioned this earlier but I will do so again. This fic is not a Slash. There will be no Slash parings in it. Also I'm not sure what parings will happen, but I do know that it is only Harry's 1st year, give him a break will ya!
A Different Life
Chapter 28 - A New Introduction
Harry was so tired, he had just finished his last class of the week which ended up being Potions with his father. He was surprised that he found it mildly interesting. In most of the classes he sat in on when he was younger, he found them to be quite boring. But his lessons with his father were proving to be a lot more interesting then he had thought. Though as interesting as they were, they wore him out a lot, and right now he just collapsed into his bed falling straight to sleep.
He didn't know if it was the fumes that he may have breathed in from the potions he had made or what, but Harry was currently having the strangest dream he had ever had.
He saw two men crouched over a very big cauldron. One looked vaguely familiar and one he had never seen before.
They were talking and Harry held his breath so he could hear them. The slightest movement he made seemed to be ten times louder then normal.
"Did you bring the blood?" the man that seemed familiar to Harry asked, he was wearing a large cloak with a hood covering most of his face. But something about the voice just clicked with Harry.
"Y-ye-ss" The other man answered. He was very small, slightly overweight, he had a pointed nose and very small eyes. Something about him made Harry dislike him then and there.
"And you are sure you dumped the body where nobody will find it? We don't need anyone asking questions." The man sounded as though he doubted the other man could have done anything right.
"O-of Course." The small man looked nervous but didn't back away as the other man advanced on him.
"You better hope so" The familiar man said dangerously, he roughly grabbed the vial out of the small man's outstretched hand and emptied it into the cauldron.
He began muttering words and adding something else but the picture before Harry started fading and he could feel a sharp pain going through his scar.
Finally Harry awake from the pain, barely managing to stop a gasp from escaping his mouth.
He could hear his heart rate speeding up, in fact it was so loud he was sure everyone else in the dorm was going to wake up soon.
He looked at his watch that was beside his bed and decided that it wasn't too early to get up. Though he would have to wait to tell his father about the dream, it may not be too early to get up, but it was definitely too early to wake his father up.
But then Harry wondered if he should tell his father. It was definitely a strange dream, and it was probably just that, a dream.
He just needed to calm down and clear his head and think about the bizarre dream that he just had and why it had caused his scar to hurt. Dumbledore had once told him that it was because of his connection with Voldemort, but what he saw wasn't Voldemort... right?
Harry quickly got changed and headed down to the Owlery. That always seemed to help calm him down.
***
Harry sat on the window seal, looking out at the view and enjoying the calming feeling it was having on him. Owl was on his knee and he continued to stroke her and she cooed at him.
After it started to get later in the morning and breakfast was sure to be over soon Harry got up and was almost out the door before he collided with someone who was entering the Owlery.
As he got up he saw that the exact person he had bumped into was in fact Draco Malfoy.
Harry hadn't had a chance to talk to Draco since the night of the Welcoming Feast. It had been a busy week for both of them.
"Hi Draco"
"Harry." Draco answered while dusting himself off.
"So Draco, what did you think of your first week of school? You didn't get lost again did you?" Harry smiled at Draco as he rolled his eyes.
"No I didn't get lost."
Draco then walked past Harry and over to one of the school owls, attaching a letter to it and whispering something in its ear.
"So I guess you just sent a letter to someone?" Draco asked, his back still turned to Harry as he watched the owl fly off, but knowing Harry still hadn't left.
"Actually I was just here to see my owl."
"Which one is it?"
Before Harry could reply Owl flew down and landed on his shoulder as if sensing she should come back.
"Here she is"
"Cool... what is her name?"
"Well... it's Owl"
"You named your owl Owl?" Draco smirked at Harry.
"Yes... well, who were you writing to?"
"I wanted to owl my father."
"Do you get along with him?"
Draco shrugged. "He's my father, so how come you aren't having breakfast with everyone else? You didn't have it earlier because I would have seen you."
"I had a lot to think about..." Harry noticed that Draco changed the subject but let it drop.
"Yeah, like what?"
"Do you tell your dad everything?"
"Depends what it is, why?"
"I'm trying to decide whether or not to tell my dad something."
"Well is it important?"
"I don't know, it could be and if I don't tell him and he finds out I knew then he will be disappointed that I didn't tell him. But it could also be nothing."
"Can you tell me what it is?" Draco asked, not really knowing how to answer without knowing what Harry was talking about.
"It's just... I don't know, it's probably nothing."
"Well, if you tell him then it can't come back to bite you later on." Draco replied logically.
"Well that's true. But if I tell him he might overreact."
"Well whatever you do, you won't be able to do it now."
"What do you mean?"
"Well breakfast is going to end soon and if you don't make an appearance Ron and Professor Snape are probably going to worry."
"You're probably right. Why don't you come?"
"I've already had breakfast."
"So have some more?"
Draco snorted.
"No thanks Potter, but maybe another time."
Harry smiled. "I might have to take you up on that sometime."
***
After breakfast Harry told Ron he was going into the library and that was enough to make his friend turn down an invitation to join him.
When he arrived in there he found that the library was very much empty, after all it was only the first week. There was only two other people in there, one was Madam Pince, and the other was a bushy brown haired girl that he recognized as also being a Gryffindor first year.
He turned back to the task at hand and began to look for what might have caused his scar to hurt. Or maybe what the dream was about. Maybe he could find out the reason without having to go to his father or Dumbledore.
After three solid hours Harry still hadn't found anything. Apparently cursed scars weren't very common at all.
He looked up as he heard the girl sigh and hit her head against the table. He thought about just continuing with what he was doing but he decided to welcome the break and talk to her and find out why she was spending so much time in the library as he was.
Harry walked over to her and realized he hadn't even introduced himself before to her before.
"Hi I'm Harry"
The girl looked up and smiled at him.
"Hi Harry, I'm Hermione."
"Is there a problem?" Harry asked as he sat down next to her at the table.
"I'm writing an essay for Professor Snape and I can't find the properties for wormwood."
"Is that what you have so far?" Harry asked pointing to the many pages of writing she had in front of her.
"Yes"
"I didn't realize it had to be so long. I helped Ron with his and he said it only had to be three feet, in fact, I didn't think it had anything to do with wormwood."
"Oh it doesn't, I was just adding in some extra things, it's only really meant to be three feet."
Harry thought back to all the times he had heard his father go on and on about students blabbering on and drifting off subject. He always seemed to mark them down on things like that.
"I would recommend you stick to the limit, Professor Snape doesn't like people who go over it, and he doesn't give extra marks for it or anything."
"How would you- of right, of course." Hermione blushed a bit and looked away.
"Well I better get back to doing what I was doing before." Harry turned to go but heard her talk to him again.
"Do you need any help? I'm just about finished here."
Harry wondered if he could trust her, he hadn't told anyone about his scar hurting so far. But he felt that he could trust her and he knew she was very smart.
"Sure, that would be great."
So Harry waited for her to pack up her things and join him at the table he had been accumulating before.
He told her about his dream and his scar, also what Dumbledore had told him before about the connection, and Hermione spent the whole time listening and asking him useful questions that he himself hadn't thought of before.
They spent a good two more hours in the library before the words started to blur together and they started to feel sick just looking at the books. Harry doubted he would find anything more useful then what he already had found, which was nothing at all. His only choice was to now go to his father about it, well either that or ignore it. But Harry didn't think that would be such a great idea.
They both dragged themselves up to dinner and sleepily ate the food in front of them. They were both exhausted from reading so much.
Harry decided that he would tell his father about his dream the next day, he was far to tired to be having a serious conversation with his father.
***
Harry was having a nice dreamless sleep when he felt himself being shaken awake in the early hours of the morning.
He opened his eyes to find Ron staring at him.
"What?" Harry asked grudgingly.
"The map!"
"What?" Harry asked again, sitting up more and putting his glasses on to get a better look at Ron.
"Can you believe we forgot about the map?"
"What map?"
"The Marauder's Map!"
Harry's eyes lit up as he remembered it. He jumped out of bed and over to his truck, moving things aside until he found what he was looking for.
Harry smiled evilly at Ron. "We are going to have so much fun"
"What should we do?"
"Well I think we should wait for a while, let everybody settle in before we decide to do anything yet."
Ron nodded in agreement, ideas already flowing through his head of what they could do.
"Fred and George are going to be so jealous when we pull all these really cool pranks. They always get caught for sneaking out and stuff, but with the map we will have no problem."
They spent the rest of the morning, day and night planning and thinking of possible ideas for future pranks.
Harry completely forgot to tell his father about his dream.
Exams are coming up really soon for me, so I'm not sure how long I can keep updating like this, but I will try to get as many as I can out...
Also I got an email the other day asking about Draco and Harry, well I already mentioned this earlier but I will do so again. This fic is not a Slash. There will be no Slash parings in it. Also I'm not sure what parings will happen, but I do know that it is only Harry's 1st year, give him a break will ya!
A Different Life
Chapter 28 - A New Introduction
Harry was so tired, he had just finished his last class of the week which ended up being Potions with his father. He was surprised that he found it mildly interesting. In most of the classes he sat in on when he was younger, he found them to be quite boring. But his lessons with his father were proving to be a lot more interesting then he had thought. Though as interesting as they were, they wore him out a lot, and right now he just collapsed into his bed falling straight to sleep.
He didn't know if it was the fumes that he may have breathed in from the potions he had made or what, but Harry was currently having the strangest dream he had ever had.
He saw two men crouched over a very big cauldron. One looked vaguely familiar and one he had never seen before.
They were talking and Harry held his breath so he could hear them. The slightest movement he made seemed to be ten times louder then normal.
"Did you bring the blood?" the man that seemed familiar to Harry asked, he was wearing a large cloak with a hood covering most of his face. But something about the voice just clicked with Harry.
"Y-ye-ss" The other man answered. He was very small, slightly overweight, he had a pointed nose and very small eyes. Something about him made Harry dislike him then and there.
"And you are sure you dumped the body where nobody will find it? We don't need anyone asking questions." The man sounded as though he doubted the other man could have done anything right.
"O-of Course." The small man looked nervous but didn't back away as the other man advanced on him.
"You better hope so" The familiar man said dangerously, he roughly grabbed the vial out of the small man's outstretched hand and emptied it into the cauldron.
He began muttering words and adding something else but the picture before Harry started fading and he could feel a sharp pain going through his scar.
Finally Harry awake from the pain, barely managing to stop a gasp from escaping his mouth.
He could hear his heart rate speeding up, in fact it was so loud he was sure everyone else in the dorm was going to wake up soon.
He looked at his watch that was beside his bed and decided that it wasn't too early to get up. Though he would have to wait to tell his father about the dream, it may not be too early to get up, but it was definitely too early to wake his father up.
But then Harry wondered if he should tell his father. It was definitely a strange dream, and it was probably just that, a dream.
He just needed to calm down and clear his head and think about the bizarre dream that he just had and why it had caused his scar to hurt. Dumbledore had once told him that it was because of his connection with Voldemort, but what he saw wasn't Voldemort... right?
Harry quickly got changed and headed down to the Owlery. That always seemed to help calm him down.
***
Harry sat on the window seal, looking out at the view and enjoying the calming feeling it was having on him. Owl was on his knee and he continued to stroke her and she cooed at him.
After it started to get later in the morning and breakfast was sure to be over soon Harry got up and was almost out the door before he collided with someone who was entering the Owlery.
As he got up he saw that the exact person he had bumped into was in fact Draco Malfoy.
Harry hadn't had a chance to talk to Draco since the night of the Welcoming Feast. It had been a busy week for both of them.
"Hi Draco"
"Harry." Draco answered while dusting himself off.
"So Draco, what did you think of your first week of school? You didn't get lost again did you?" Harry smiled at Draco as he rolled his eyes.
"No I didn't get lost."
Draco then walked past Harry and over to one of the school owls, attaching a letter to it and whispering something in its ear.
"So I guess you just sent a letter to someone?" Draco asked, his back still turned to Harry as he watched the owl fly off, but knowing Harry still hadn't left.
"Actually I was just here to see my owl."
"Which one is it?"
Before Harry could reply Owl flew down and landed on his shoulder as if sensing she should come back.
"Here she is"
"Cool... what is her name?"
"Well... it's Owl"
"You named your owl Owl?" Draco smirked at Harry.
"Yes... well, who were you writing to?"
"I wanted to owl my father."
"Do you get along with him?"
Draco shrugged. "He's my father, so how come you aren't having breakfast with everyone else? You didn't have it earlier because I would have seen you."
"I had a lot to think about..." Harry noticed that Draco changed the subject but let it drop.
"Yeah, like what?"
"Do you tell your dad everything?"
"Depends what it is, why?"
"I'm trying to decide whether or not to tell my dad something."
"Well is it important?"
"I don't know, it could be and if I don't tell him and he finds out I knew then he will be disappointed that I didn't tell him. But it could also be nothing."
"Can you tell me what it is?" Draco asked, not really knowing how to answer without knowing what Harry was talking about.
"It's just... I don't know, it's probably nothing."
"Well, if you tell him then it can't come back to bite you later on." Draco replied logically.
"Well that's true. But if I tell him he might overreact."
"Well whatever you do, you won't be able to do it now."
"What do you mean?"
"Well breakfast is going to end soon and if you don't make an appearance Ron and Professor Snape are probably going to worry."
"You're probably right. Why don't you come?"
"I've already had breakfast."
"So have some more?"
Draco snorted.
"No thanks Potter, but maybe another time."
Harry smiled. "I might have to take you up on that sometime."
***
After breakfast Harry told Ron he was going into the library and that was enough to make his friend turn down an invitation to join him.
When he arrived in there he found that the library was very much empty, after all it was only the first week. There was only two other people in there, one was Madam Pince, and the other was a bushy brown haired girl that he recognized as also being a Gryffindor first year.
He turned back to the task at hand and began to look for what might have caused his scar to hurt. Or maybe what the dream was about. Maybe he could find out the reason without having to go to his father or Dumbledore.
After three solid hours Harry still hadn't found anything. Apparently cursed scars weren't very common at all.
He looked up as he heard the girl sigh and hit her head against the table. He thought about just continuing with what he was doing but he decided to welcome the break and talk to her and find out why she was spending so much time in the library as he was.
Harry walked over to her and realized he hadn't even introduced himself before to her before.
"Hi I'm Harry"
The girl looked up and smiled at him.
"Hi Harry, I'm Hermione."
"Is there a problem?" Harry asked as he sat down next to her at the table.
"I'm writing an essay for Professor Snape and I can't find the properties for wormwood."
"Is that what you have so far?" Harry asked pointing to the many pages of writing she had in front of her.
"Yes"
"I didn't realize it had to be so long. I helped Ron with his and he said it only had to be three feet, in fact, I didn't think it had anything to do with wormwood."
"Oh it doesn't, I was just adding in some extra things, it's only really meant to be three feet."
Harry thought back to all the times he had heard his father go on and on about students blabbering on and drifting off subject. He always seemed to mark them down on things like that.
"I would recommend you stick to the limit, Professor Snape doesn't like people who go over it, and he doesn't give extra marks for it or anything."
"How would you- of right, of course." Hermione blushed a bit and looked away.
"Well I better get back to doing what I was doing before." Harry turned to go but heard her talk to him again.
"Do you need any help? I'm just about finished here."
Harry wondered if he could trust her, he hadn't told anyone about his scar hurting so far. But he felt that he could trust her and he knew she was very smart.
"Sure, that would be great."
So Harry waited for her to pack up her things and join him at the table he had been accumulating before.
He told her about his dream and his scar, also what Dumbledore had told him before about the connection, and Hermione spent the whole time listening and asking him useful questions that he himself hadn't thought of before.
They spent a good two more hours in the library before the words started to blur together and they started to feel sick just looking at the books. Harry doubted he would find anything more useful then what he already had found, which was nothing at all. His only choice was to now go to his father about it, well either that or ignore it. But Harry didn't think that would be such a great idea.
They both dragged themselves up to dinner and sleepily ate the food in front of them. They were both exhausted from reading so much.
Harry decided that he would tell his father about his dream the next day, he was far to tired to be having a serious conversation with his father.
***
Harry was having a nice dreamless sleep when he felt himself being shaken awake in the early hours of the morning.
He opened his eyes to find Ron staring at him.
"What?" Harry asked grudgingly.
"The map!"
"What?" Harry asked again, sitting up more and putting his glasses on to get a better look at Ron.
"Can you believe we forgot about the map?"
"What map?"
"The Marauder's Map!"
Harry's eyes lit up as he remembered it. He jumped out of bed and over to his truck, moving things aside until he found what he was looking for.
Harry smiled evilly at Ron. "We are going to have so much fun"
"What should we do?"
"Well I think we should wait for a while, let everybody settle in before we decide to do anything yet."
Ron nodded in agreement, ideas already flowing through his head of what they could do.
"Fred and George are going to be so jealous when we pull all these really cool pranks. They always get caught for sneaking out and stuff, but with the map we will have no problem."
They spent the rest of the morning, day and night planning and thinking of possible ideas for future pranks.
Harry completely forgot to tell his father about his dream.