A/N: I'm so glad everyone has liked this story so far. This chapter is a little different. Oh and McGonagall doesn't know the Weasleys live in Ottery St. Catchpole, in case your wondering. So on with the story. Oh and thanks to everyone who reviewed, your encouragement was what made me continue this story.

Ottery St. Catchpole

"Now Derek remember I'm only a few classrooms away, incases you need me."

"Sure thing Grandma, don't worry, I've done this before"

"I know, just be careful. Oh here we are, Miss. Number's class. Are you sure you don't want me to come in?"

"Yes Grandma, see you after school."

The red-haired boy sighed as his Grandma left him in front of the green door of his new classroom. He was now seven years old, and as his Grandma liked to say, way to mature for his age then is normal, yet she still treated him like a baby. Yes it was true that she had every reason to be nervous, for the first time in almost five years they were back in England.

It had been Harry's idea, even though he know it wasn't that safe here. Someone might recognize him or Grandma and then he'd be taken away. Yet ever since his Grandma had told him the amazing story of his birth and his parent's death, he had wanted to come here, to his homeland.

So with a little bagging his Grandma had gotten a job in the little town of Ottery St. Catchpole. Harry had lived all over the world, but usually in big towns or cities like New York or Los Angles, so he was exited about moving to a small place. It was so small in fact that the local primer school, as Grandma called it, had to combine grades. Miss Number taught, what in America would be, 2ed and 3ed grade.

Harry ran over the story he would use in his mind. It was the one he had used at his first school back in San Francisco. His name would be Derek Vender, a red-haired and freckle boy whose parents were from Ireland but had moved to England after their marriage. They had died in a horrible car crash and left him in the care of his Grandma Jane Vender.

Checking to make sure his looked all right, he pushed open the door, not knowing what to expect.

The teacher, a pretty woman who looked in her twenties, was at the board writing out some math problems, when Harry entered. She didn't see Harry, but the rest of the class did, there must have been about twenty boys and girls, split into two groups. 'Probable for the different grades,' Harry thought to himself. They were all staring at him, Harry didn't mind, he was use to it, always being the new kid.

"Excuse me," Harry said in a loud voice, trying to get the teacher's attention. It worked, she turned around to look at him. It seemed one had told her there would be a new student, because she looked at Harry blankly.

"Can I help you?" She asked in a sweet voice, Harry immediately liked her, he had had at least twenty teachers since he started school, because they moved around a lot, and this one seemed like she generally wanted to help him.

"I'm the new student, Derek Vender," he said, knowing she wouldn't have known.

"Oh, I didn't know there would be a new student this year. Someone must have forgot to tell me, anyway come in Derek."

Harry entered the classroom, knowing what was coming next, the introduction.

"Well why don't you tell use a little about yourself, like what grade your in, or where you come from," she asked, smiling at him. Harry sighed, 'why did all teachers insist on doing this, he'd be gone in a month or less, why bother.'

"Well I'm in third grade and I came from Moscow, but before that I was in New York. My Grandma is a subset fifth grade teacher so we move around a lot." Harry said, looking at the teacher, knowing what was coming next.

"Wow, that is impressive, how many other schools have you been to Derek?"

"I don't really know, about twenty or thirty in all different places."

"Well I'm sure you can enrich our Geography discussions. Now do I have a volunteer to show Derek around?"

'That's a new one,' Harry thought sarcastically, 'now no one will volunteer and she'll pick some one.'

Harry loved his Grandma, but he hated moving so offend and always hiding. He never got to make any real friend that was probably why he was so mature for his age.

"No volunteers, how about you Ronald?" The teacher asked a red-haired boy sitting in the middle of the class.

"Derek why don't you go take the free set next to him, Ronald raise your hand so Derek knows were to go."

Harry went and sat down next to the kid, smiling at him, the other kid smiled nervously back. 'They must not get many new kids,' Harry thought.

Just then a bell rang.

"Oh recess time already, well go out and have fun," Miss. Number said.

Harry set his backpack down, ready to follow the other kids.

"Hey, Derek," Ronald said, and Harry turned, "you have to take your lunch, we eat during recess."

"That's weird, in all the other schools I've been to you eat after recess in a cafeteria."

"What's a cafeteria?" Ronald said.

"Its this place with tables that kids go to eat lunch."

"Oh," Ronald said stupidly, "we don't have those. Do you want to eat with me and my family?"

"Um, sure," Harry said, surprised, most of his guides left him as soon as possible. "Thanks Ronald."

"Call me Ron, I've been trying to get Miss. Number to call me Ron all year but she wouldn't."

By then they had reached the playground, compared to some of the other schools Harry had been to, it was small. On one side were about ten picnic tables were the other kids had gone to eat there lunch.

"We eat with the fifth graders, that's the grade my brothers are in, my sister is in our class."

"How many siblings do you have?"

"Six, there's seven of us counting me, but my three older brothers go to boarding school in Scotland."

"Your lucky, I've always wanted a brother or sister."

"Why would you want that? Its terrible I never get anything new and no privacy. I even have to eat with them because mum packs a lunch we split."

"Well at least you have someone your age around, there's only my Grandma at home, and since we move a lot I never make any friends."

"Where are your parents?"

"Dead."

"Oh sorry, "

"Don't be, I still have Grandma," Harry said, he didn't want this kid feeling sorry for him.

"Well there they are," Ron said, changing the subject, he was pointing to a table filled with redheads.

"Hey Ronald," one of the older boys said, he looked exactly like the other older boy, and Harry decided they were twins. "Brought us another Weasley?"

Harry looked confused until Ron explained.

"It's a joke, everyone knows all Weasleys have red hair and freckles, like you."

"Oh," Harry said feeling stupid.

"Everyone this is Derek Vender, he's new."

"Hey," the other twin said, "that's the name of our new sub."

"That's my Grandma," Harry said quickly, 'so they're in fifth grade.'

"Cool," the other said, "we can hold your ransom if we get a bad grade. I'm Fred by the way."

"George, but you can call me Fred, everyone dose."

"Or we go by Gred and Ford."

"Ignore them," the only girl at the table said, "no one can tell them apart so they like to play with our minds. I'm Ginevra, but you can call me Ginny."

"Its nice to meet you," Harry said smiling, he was beginning to like it here.

"We were just talking about what prank we would play on Miss. Vender, you wouldn't tell her will you," Fred or George said.

"I wouldn't do that," Harry said, "Grandma has eyes in the back of her head, nothing gets passed her."

"Well she hasn't meet Fred and George Weasley yet now has she?" One of the twins said smiling evilly.