A/N: Hey Guys! I'm really excited because I should be able to post a lot next week! J Because of the Thanksgiving Holiday, I only have school Monday and Tuesday so hopefully from Wednesday to Sunday I can post a few chaps for you! J

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And now, onto chapter 11, and if you're following the timeline I explained about in the last chapter, this takes place on June 9th.

Chapter 11: The Meeting

Harry stood by the mirror, studying his reflection. His dark hair was thick and untamable. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed to never cooperate and look neat. He had given up trying a few moments ago and that's when he started studying himself.

His eyes were an emerald green that were hidden behind thick glasses. On his forehead, there was a lightning bolt shaped scar, and he realized that is where all of his headaches seemed to come from.

He turned away from the mirror, his plain black robes swishing as he walked. He sat down on his bed and picked up the book of spells he was reading. He found he was actually very good at it. They came to him easily without too much practice.

There was a knock on the door and Harry sighed. My so called friend must be here. He thought, getting up from his seat and crossing to the door.

He opened it and saw a boy standing there, probably about his age. It was obvious he was a Malfoy. He had the same bleach blonde hair as his father and a similar smirk on his face.

"Hi." Harry greeted, feeling awkward.

"Hi, I'm sure you don't remember me, but I'm Draco Malfoy." He introduced.

"Your dad says we know each other?" Harry asked, letting Draco enter the room.

"We knew each other, just not very well." He stated and shrugged, taking a look around the room.

"Oh. Do you know anyone who knows me then? If we kind of knew each other, then you must have an idea who my actual friends are." Harry stated pointedly at him.

"Oh, well I don't think that would be a good idea." Draco said, and Harry had a suspicion he was searching his brain for an excuse.

"Why not?" Harry asked, playing along with the game.

"Well, it would be hard for them. Don't you think? I mean, they remember you and you don't remember them. They would probably bring up old jokes and things you don't remember and then you'll probably feel bad because they have to explain it to you." Draco stated and Harry thought, maybe for a moment, he had a point. But if they're true friends, it would not matter.

"So, how's your summer?" Harry asked, changing the subject. So far he did not care much for Draco Malfoy, and he thought maybe that is why they don't 'know each other well.'

"Eh, it's been ok. Been quiet around the house. What have you been up to?" Draco asked, and Harry felt that the conversation seemed to be forced between them.

"Been keeping myself busy. I heard I am a wizard and there were some books in here and I started reviewing things…nothing exciting." Harry said and sat down on his bed.

"Starting to sound like Gran" Draco muttered and stopped quickly.

"What did you say?" Harry asked, he didn't completely catch what he said.

"I said 'sounds exciting'." Draco said, and Harry looked at him uncertainly. There seemed to be something…off about Draco that Harry could not quite place. He also sensed that he was keeping things from him, but surprise surprise, everyone else was.

"What's the big secret?" Harry asked, not even knowing he had said it aloud. Malfoy looked up at him, puzzled.

"I know there is something everyone is hiding from me. If you were any kind of friend, you would tell me what." Harry stated bluntly.

"I don't know what you're-"
"Don't lie to me! I know you are. Everyone is overly polite and has a slight hint of forced sincerity. You have it to."

Draco was silent for a moment. Probably thinking up another lie. He told himself.

"It's just, weird, ya know? Trying to come up with conversation topics that-"

"If you were really my friend, then conversation topics would come natural."

"And they say you have no memory."
"I'm not stupid. I know what I know." Harry stated simply.

"The truth is, we were never really that close. More like…barely acquaintances. My dad told me about your…condition, and I thought having someone around your own age would help." Draco said and added "if you don't want me here, I'll leave."

"Thank you." Harry said, referring to Malfoy telling him the truth.

Draco looked to the floor, as if he was ashamed of something.

"Yeah, well…" the door opened and Malfoy Sr. stepped into the room.

"Ah, I see you have met my son." Lucius said, looking at the two boys.

Oh yeah, real pleasure he is. Harry thought.

"Hi dad." Malfoy said, looking back up from the floor, his voice sounding almost sarcastic.

"Sorry to interrupt, but he wants to see you, Harry." Lucius stated.

Harry rolled his eyes. He really wanted to know 'He''s name. Harry only heard people refer to him as 'him, he, the lord, the dark lord, my lord,' and once 'he-who-must-not-be-named.' Whatever that meant.

"Fine." Harry said and they all left the room.

"See ya around." Draco said and left the other way down the hallway.

Harry silently wondered if the kid would tell him how to get out of here. Lucius pulled him from his thoughts and led him down the hall the opposite way Draco was headed.