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Harry watched Rose fall as if in slow motion, before he realised if he didn't do something quick, it was inevitable, she would hit the ground. Hard. He rushed forward and was able to catch her before any harm could be caused.

"Rose!" he cried helplessly, "Rose? Come on..." He mumbled while shaking her gently. The distinct sound of a door closing downstairs was heard, and Harry was surprised at how such a simple sound could scare the living daylights out of you...

Following the door, he heard muffled voices until a clear, feminine voice broke clear through the others.

"Harry's gone upstairs."

He had little time to consider who would be here to see him before light footsteps, steadily growing in volume, could be heard, hinting that the space between this person and himself was decreasing. Frantically, He shook Rose a little harder in hope of waking her, only to receive no result. As the footsteps grew closer, Harry grew more anxious about the girl, currently unconscious, in his arms. And then a voice that rung a bell in his head called out to him.

"Harry?"

A VERY big bell. This voice seemed to ricochet and bounce around his mind, taunting him, attempting to uncover a memory of where he'd heard that strong, proud voice before. When, all of a sudden, something clicked.

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Holy mother of god...

'Not. Now' He thought desperately. 'I don't need this now!'

Remembering Rose, he struggled to lift her up and onto her bed as fast and smoothly as he could, so as not to harm her. Once he succeeded, he hurried out the door, managing to close it behind him, before turning around and stopping abruptly in his tracks.

"What were you doing in her room?" Draco, who was standing before him, asked slowly with narrowed eyes, suspicion lacing his words.

"Uh...just uh...why do you care?" he lamely replied, in an attempt to stay "in character" and still discover what was going on, and yet ending up feeling utterly stupid. Draco raised a fine eyebrow, not in the least bit convinced.

"...Ok..." Draco supplied, he shook his head and moved on. "Are you coming or not?"

"Where would we-"Harry started scathingly before being rudely interrupted.

"Draco? Oh good you did indeed find him, Harry, always a pleasure, surely you remember we're going to diagon alley today?" Lucius Malfoy stepped around the corner with his cane standing tall beside him, pride written all over him.

"We were?" Harry asked, his confusion increasing with every passing second, and it was beginning to show on his face; something which wasn't commonly done with the other 'Harry'.

"Come on already, if we arrive early we'll miss the crowd," Draco said impatiently, all the while hands on hips, ignoring his words, or just not listening.

Still trying to wrap his head around what had just happened, Harry had no idea what the Malfoys were doing here, and why the hell they would assume he was going anywhere with them.

Before he could say anything the door behind him opened and Rose stepped out. She noticed the Malfoys immediately and froze as though ice water had just been introduced to her face.

"Oh...err hello Mr Malfoy, Draco," she said uncomfortably nodding in greeting to both of them. She kept her head down, her hair almost succeeding in hiding her blushing face. Her stance was in no way confident as she slouched, allowing more hair to fall in front of her eyes.

"Miss Potter," Lucius Malfoy said, looking down his nose at her as if she were a bug he could squish. Draco just nodded somewhat reluctantly. Although no more pleased at her being there than his father.

Facing Harry, she tried to block out the Malfoys.

"Harry, could I have a word. Please!" she demanded as if daring him to refuse, although her stand wasn't exactly intimidating.

"Ok..." he replied, not moving, expecting her to initiate movement.

Rose practically growled and yanked him into her room and closed the door, her confidence returning.

"What is it?" Harry asked politely.

"Was all that...what you said...was it true?" Rose asked scrutinizing his every move. After all, this wasn't an ever-day occurrence.

"Every word...well, I guess until it can be confirmed I'm only guessing, but yes" he assumed in a small voice.

"Why are the Malfoys here!" He continued, asking what he had been thinking for the last 5 minutes.

"You're supposed to head off to Diagon Alley with them, to retrieve your school supplies. You done so every year after your first, refusing to go as a 'family' as you put it" Rose answered glancing away as she spoke.

"No, I know why they're here, but why them?"

"Harry, draco's your best friend..." she replied, without thinking that this wasn't old news to Harry.

"Are you kidding me! I'd never be friends with him!" He pointed towards the door, as he almost yelled.

"Be quiet!" she whispered, yanking his arm down and pulling him further from the door not wanting the Malfoys to hear, "Where your from must truly be different, I mean he was your first friend, who else would be, I mean your in the same house!"

Harry froze at that last line. Time froze, and he was hit with a silence so thick you couldn't slice it with the thickest blade.

He could make out Rose talking to him, concern shining through her face, but he heard no sound come out of her mouth.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to yell, he wanted this all to be some nightmare, a false reality, wishing that in a few seconds he would wake up and be back at the Durleys, about to read Ron's letter that would invite him over for the summer. It wasn't the fact that he was in Slytherin that made him wish this, but just everything that had happened. He wasn't sure he could handle it. For once, he wanted to be safe, with familiar surroundings; what he knew. He didn't want more trouble or confusion; no matter how much he wanted his parents back, there was no way he could pull this off.

But after nothing happened and all the scenery surrounding him suddenly came flooding back he realised it was in fact real.

And at that point in time, he felt more alone than ever.

"I'm in Slytherin?" was all he could manage, although not exactly what he had in mind.

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A/N:

I know, I know that was the shortest chapter yet, but I can't help it! I just can't fit so much into each chapter! I wish I could but I can't, I was running out of ideas.

There seems to be an awful lot of people fainting doesn't there? I'll have to fix that...

Anyway...please REVIEW:D

Au revoir!

MiEsHa