A/N: I'm not sure how often I'm going to be updating this story, so sorry there is a long delay between updates, I decided to just update this when I didn't feel like updating any of my other stories. If you would like me to update it regularly, please leave a review saying so, or send me an email. Well, here's Chapter Six, hope you like it, please read and review. Enjoy.

Chapter 6: Wonderful Discoveries

I emerged in the common room and attempted to avoid everyone, however I failed miserable.

"Where have you been Harry?" Neville asked coming up to me.

"I'd rather not talk about it," I said emotionless.

Harry and Hermione came up, after I was asked a lot of other questions, most of which I pleaded the fifth for. Neither Ron nor Hermione had any emotion on their faces, and they came straight up to me, avoiding everyone else.

"Follow," Ron said quickly and quietly and headed to the portrait, with Hermione right on his heels.

I quickly left, mainly just wanting to get away from everyone else who might want to ask a load of questions. I forgot that Hermione and Ron would be asking a load of questions of me, considering the circumstances. I followed them out of the common room and they continued walking until they came upon an empty classroom. I followed them in and they quickly locked and soundproofed the room. Hermione and Ron turned on me.

"Now, explanation Harry. Where the bloody hell have you been?" Ron asked slightly annoyed and angry.

I shrugged, knowing perfectly well that there was no way I was going to tell any of them where I had been. I felt my mind move back to the book. I had seen it in Dumbledore's office, right out in the open. I sighed internally, knowing it was so close, but not being able to retrieve it.

"Are you listening to me," came an enraged Hermione's voice.

"Huh," I said snapping out of my daydreaming of the book. "Yeah, I was listening."

"Well, then what did we say?"

I blushed slightly and they knew I hadn't been paying attention to a word either of them had said. "Honestly Harry, there is something very strange going on lately," Hermione said sighing. "It's like you're a totally different person. What's up? You can tell us."

I looked her in the eyes, all emotion wiped completely from me. I knew from looking into her eyes, she didn't really care, not like the Hermione I knew would have. She was just saying it; she was acting like Voldermort, the one from my universe anyway because she didn't really care about me, just herself. I sighed out loud and broke our eye contact. Hermione got really angry and pointed her wand at me.

"You tell me what is going on Harry Potter, or I won't hesitate to use this."

"Come on Hermione," I said quietly, "I don't want to talk about this, at least not yet."

She lowered her wand slightly and seemed to accept my answer. The truth was I never wanted to talk about it, but that excuse bought me some time, and I was happy for the little time it would gain me. I still had to figure out a way to steal the book anyway. We just sat there and talked for about another half an hour about nothing in particular and then had to head off. We all left the classroom talking animatedly, although, I felt quiet uncomfortable, I didn't let it show.

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The next day, was Monday and I had to attend the classes, although the whole time I'd be thinking about how I could retrieve the book from Albus' office. The thought of asking if I could borrow it did cross my mind, but I didn't think it'd work with Albus, so I quickly pushed it to the back of my mind to try and think of something else that would probably work better. That morning I felt like crap. It took almost all of my energy just to get out of bed and the rest to get dressed and shower, although the shower did help slightly, I lost it in getting changed. I went to the common room, barely making it and collapsing onto the couch.

"Hey, Harry, You alright?" Ginny asked coming up to me.

"Uh huh," I mumbled as she sat down next to me.

"You know, you don't look so good Harry. Maybe you should go and see Madame Pomfrey."

"I'm fine Ginny," I said a little more forcefully. "Or at least I'll be just fine. Don't worry about it Ginny, really." I smiled at the end, although I had to force it I felt so bad.

She reluctantly nodded and got up. "You coming to breakfast?"

"Na, you go ahead, I think I'll be fine."

She hesitated before she nodded reluctantly and headed off to breakfast. I lay on the couch, drifting in and out of daydreaming about nothing in particular. Eventually I ended up falling asleep on the couch. I was having a peaceful dream when all of a sudden it changed.

I was standing in what seemed was a hallway at Hogwarts. I looked around and didn't see anything in particular that I should be looking for or anything, but I noticed it looked slightly different from what I had gotten used to in the alternate reality. I looked around again and realized it was where I was from. My eyes got slightly wide and I smiled. I was home, or at least I thought I was.

I headed off down to the Great Hall in search of Hermione and Ron to tell them what had happened. When I reached it I looked inside. Everyone was there, and what I saw frightened me. It looked like hell. The Slytherins seemed to be above everyone and I saw myself sitting with them. My jaw dropped and I practically ran into the room. When I reached the Slytherin table I realized that Harry was there, I was there. All that was going through my head was what the hell is going on here? I realized then that it must be a dream of what has happened or will happen or is happening in my reality. I looked at what was going on. Unlike myself, this version of myself was not hiding the fact that he enjoyed everything that the Voldermort I knew did. I looked on at him in disgust. I looked over at the teacher's table and saw the looks on some of the teachers' faces, namely Professor Dumbledore and Professor Mcgonagall. They both had looks of disappointment on their faces, mixed with sadness and what looked like some fear. I couldn't stay in the reality I was in. I couldn't let that happen to my friends. I had to find a way back. I knew then and there that I would not rest until I got back home. If I happened to acquire the book in the process, then so-be-it, but right now my main priority was returning home. I allowed myself to watch what would happen, without waking up remembering it was a dream, but not sure how.

Just as something was about to happen I felt myself being jolted awake. I gasped as I sat bolt upright.

"Harry are you crazy, you just missed Transfigurations?" came an angry Hermione's voice. "I allowed you to not inform us of your whereabouts and where you where, but you cannot miss classes."

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry 'Mione. I fell asleep. I was really tired this morning." With that statement I felt all of my feelings from earlier in the morning come back to me. I felt like total crap again and my body wouldn't let me forget it. I ran into trouble as I tried to stand up as I almost lost my balance and almost collapsed back onto the couch I had been on just moments before.

"What is wrong with you Harry? Maybe you should go see Madame Pomfry," she said not sounding the least bit concerned about me.

I rolled my eyes again and went to grab my books, which were lying next to the couch. "I'm fine Hermione," I said, my voice and actions not supporting my statement. I went to walk to towards the portrait when an idea shot through my head.

"Hermione," I said quickly turning abruptly to face her. Will you help me with something?"

"Depends," she said bored, "What do you want help with?"

"Well, I can't really tell you everything," I said thinking fast, "I just need you to keep Professor Dumbledore out of his office for a while. Sometime when I can go in and get something I need."

"And what would that be exactly?" she asked a little more interested in it.

"I'll show you, if you help me get it," I lied. I was truthfully going to give it to Malfoy as soon as I could so he could pass it on to Voldermort. I had realized in that instant that maybe the book held the key to returning me home, to taking me back to my own reality. I had to think quickly while I was in there and knew I wouldn't have any time to spare. If the key to returning did reside in that book, I'd have to quickly go to Voldermort and force him to return me, whether he wanted to or not.

"Fine, I'll help," she said giving in to her curiosity. "What should I do to keep him occupied and when?"

"How bout this weekend? Say Saturday around 3ish?" I asked hopefully.

"Alright, but be quick about it, I'm not sure how long I can keep him out of his own office and he does know quite a few things without being told. Don't be surprised if he knows your taking something from his office."

"Thanks Hermione," I said giving her a hug, "you're the best. And don't worry, I won't be surprised. I know he knows things without being told, you don't have to tell me that."

"Just be careful Harry," she said, sounding a little concerned for the first time. It seemed like she was loosing up some. I had no idea why, but I was curious about it, even though I usually wasn't curious about much anymore.

"I will, you don't have to worry about me," I said smiling slightly.

We both laughed at this comment. "I just don't want anything happening to you," she said quietly. "I know I don't act it most of the time, but I do care what happens to you Harry, both you and Ron. I don't know what I'd do if I lost either of you."

"Don't worry 'Mione," I said quietly, but convincingly, "We're not going anywhere."

She smiled and I smiled back and we both headed off to our next class, potions, talking animatedly about nothing in particular, and the task at hand occasionally. I was thankful that I had friends as good as Ron and Hermione. They where my best friends no matter where I was, or how I acted. I could talk to them about almost anything, and for that I was extremely glad. I knew that I would be thanking god for having both of them from now on and I don't know what I would have done without either of them. I knew now that I could push myself through my day here and manage. I still had my best friends, even if we did have different views on the war at hand, they didn't need to know about it. I still knew I needed to get back to save the world I knew, but I thought I might also feel guilty for leaving the good Voldermort to fend for him self.

Throughout the rest of the day I had a million thoughts buzzing around my head and I had trouble keeping them straight, but one kept popping back in, the way home could be in that book, I have to get it.