A/N: OK guys, I figured out that I can post a chap or two today, and one or two on Tuesday. Then there will be nothing until Saturday because I need to cram for my ACT for Saturday. J You should be happy to know that the next four chaps are short, but I make up for it in chapter 22-24. They are all long because so much needs to happen in one.

Stella: Unfortunately, I cannot answer what's so special about Destany yet. You'll find out in chapter 25 or 26. Depends on how the storyline moves. I just finalized what I was going to make her role be, b/c I had two good ideas. I don't like Draco much either. I think he will no longer appear after chapter 20 or 21 (He still has one small role to complete and I can't remember which chapter I wrote him out in). The answer to Snape comes up in chapter 23ish (again, I don't remember which chapter it is, chapter 22 or chapter 23. Could be 24, but I think that's something else…can't remember which one I left off on. lol.) I will not reveal it until then.

Bookworm: I'm so proud that you got caught up tear, tear Glad to know you like it and Keep reading, I also will not tell you my ending that will get me killed, in advance. Sorry, I like to keep people surprised. I only told Beachy because she is stupid and won't read it and I needed an opinion on it. J

On another note: I had to begin this story in another notebook, and when this chapter is through, you will have read 71 notebook pages (I number front and back) and the story is currently in the 120's, and getting closer to being complete tear, but there's still something's I need to cover and I'm trying to delay on the ending, because I'm afraid on what everyone's going to do to me…whimpers

And now, onto and downward to the story! (Get it? Downward cuz you need to scroll down? OK, I'm done making jokes...I hope)

Chapter 17: Close Encounter

Harry and Destany walked into the village. Little shops and houses lined the streets. People walked in and out of the stores, some with bags, some empty-handed and others pulling their screaming kid hurriedly behind them. The free children played merrily in the streets.

"Anywhere you want to go?" Harry asked. Destany shrugged.

"Let's just browse around. See if anything jumps out at us." She suggested. The pair walked into the village and Harry watched Destany out of the corner of his eye. He had changed her hair to black and it made her face look pale, but it did not look too bad on her. Her eyes were now a shade of hazel that he could not get used to. He was sure his own appearance had to look weird too though. He changed his own hair to a very light brown that could be mistaken for blonde. His eyes were no a crystal blue instead of the striking emerald. He made sure his hair fell right onto his forehead so it hid his unique scar.

They walked in and out of shops, laughing and browsing the tables. They were having fun and the time was passing quickly. They were walking out of a trinket shop, laughing at a joke Destany had told when Harry ran directly into someone.

"Sorry." Harry said and looked up at the man. He looked vaguely familiar but his mind was unable to connect the face with anything.

He was dressed in simple clothes that looked like they were very old and well-worn and darned in several places. His light brown hair was flecked with a little gray. He looked pale, almost sickly but at the same time, healthy looking. The man's soft eyes held a look of sadness.

Harry started to walk away and the man said "Wait." Harry turned to look at him. He could feel the man's eyes boring into his own, looking for some sign of recognition.

"Sorry, you just…look so much like someone I knew." The man said, looking sadder, if at all possible.

"It's ok." Harry said and the man walked into the shop and out of sight.

"That was odd." Destany commented.

"Yeah, but he did look familiar." Harry said, trying to force his stupid brain to work.

"Come on, let's head back before they notice we're gone." Destany said and they made their way back slowly.

Later that Evening

Harry and Destany hung out for awhile before going their separate ways. He had changed their appearances back when they got close enough to the house. Harry was still not able to shake the feeling he got from that man earlier today. He wished he would have went and talked to him some more, to try and find out why he had that feeling of familiarity. Harry walked into his room and was greeted by Draco Malfoy. Great. He thought.

"What are you doing here?!" Harry demanded, closing the door behind him.

"Here to talk to you." Draco answered, looking about as annoyed as Harry felt. "Where were you?" He asked.

"What are you? My keeper?" Harry asked, ignoring the question.

"No, but"
"But it's none of your concern." Harry said, ending the discussion. "But since you are here…I overheard something about 'Muggle Attacks'…what are they?"

"Attacks on Muggles." Draco answered. Harry glared at him and rolled his eyes.

"Why, thank you for clarifying that." He said, sarcastically. "I feel so much better now."

"Muggles are magic-less people. Some...pure-blooded wizards believe that the Muggle world belongs to us. It originally did, but they started to hunt us down. One by one until they thought they had burned every last one of us to at the stakes. The wizards and witches who were not killed created the magic world as a place to hide. Since then, our worlds have been separated but, occasionally a muggle does acquire magic abilities. Pure-bloods refer to them as 'mudbloods' because they are of an un-pure blood. We fight for what is rightfully ours." Draco finished, losing any animosity he wished to keep.

"And you believe this?" Harry asked.

"I do, yes." Draco said. Harry nodded.

"Thank you for answering my question." He said.

"Your welcome." Draco answered.

"Now get out."

"What?!"

"I can't be friends with someone who believes that people aren't worthy because of their 'blood'." Harry states, feeling disgusted with Malfoy.

"You're making a mistake." Malfoy said.

"No, I'm beginning to see the light." Harry said and watched as Malfoy left the room. And good riddance. Harry thought.