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Chapter 5

Harry looked around as he stepped off the stone steps into Dumbledore's office. It looked somewhat the same as it had in the other world, yet something was different, he just couldn't place it.

"Back so soon boys?" Dumbledore walked into the office. "I would've thought that your last detention with Professor Snape would've cured any tendency you might have to fight."

Ron looked bewildered. "But Sir, how did you know that we were fight-"

"Mr. Weasley little goes on in this school that I don't know about," Professor Dumbledore peered at them through half moon spectacles. "I shall let this slide only because it's the end of term and you shall be leaving tomorrow. I will however, right to your parents. That is all. You're dismissed."

Harry got up and followed Ron out of the office. "Oy, Ron!"

Ron whirled around quickly. "What?" He snapped.

"Never mind, weasel!" replied Harry scathingly. Harry felt a little better when he saw hurt cross Ron's face. Ron turned on his heel and started towards the Gryffindor Common Room. Wanting to avoid any more fights, Harry decided to take a walk around the corridors.

"Oy, Potter! Nice catch you had there, for an amateur of course!" Harry stopped. Malfoy. Just fucking perfect. Harry whipped around, wand at ready.

"What the hell do you want Malfoy? I'm warning you I'm NOT in the mood for you bullshit right now!"

"Merlin, Harry!" Draco looked taken aback. "Chill, man! You should know I was just joking with you! You look at me as though you'd like to murder me!"

Harry continued to glare at Draco.

"Right," said Draco uneasily. "Well catch you later, I suppose…" He trailed off unexpectedly. "Right then," he turned around and walked briskly back towards the direction he had come from.

Harry walked towards Gryffindor Tower. Malfoy had seemed, well, friendly. And chummy, as though he really had only been joking.

Harry found himself facing the fat lady's portrait. Oh shit, what was the password?

"Right, ummm, mimbulus mimbletonia? The fat lady just stared at him. "Oh come on! Let me in dammit!" Harry kicked the stone wall, but that just succeeded in making him more upset, as he now had an injured toe to deal with also.

"Mr. Potter may I ask, what on earth are you doing?" Harry turned around to see Professor McGonagall standing there.

"Right, ummm, well you see Professor, I just forgot the password to the tower and, I-" Harry stopped, not quite sure what to say.

Professor McGonagall turned to the portrait. "Marvolo." She turned back to Harry. "I suggest you handle your temper more appropriately next time, Mr. Potter."

Harry nodded. He climbed through the portrait hole to find the usual goings on. Games of exploding snap and wizards' chess could be seen, with the occasional person reading. However, this all stopped when Harry walked in.

"What? Why the hell are you all looking at me! Go back to what you were doing! Go on!" He glared at them. As most of them were younger than him, they all hastened to obey. Harry stomped up to his dormitory.

As he undressed, he pondered upon what interesting things would come his way tomorrow. Perhaps he'd just wake up and it'd all be a dream, or a nightmare. He supposed one could look at it either way.

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