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Chapter 2

Next morning Harry woke to bird singing in the soft sunshine. The window beside his bed was open and he sat up. He put on his glasses and looked outside, wincing as the sun hit his eyes.

'Well, it's about time you woke up. It's eleven in the morning,' said Madam Pomfrey as she walked in with a pile of clean sheets. 'Let me just get a couple of the House-elves to come and put these on the beds and I'll be right with you.'

He watched as she walked into her office and closed the door and it wasn't a few seconds later when she walked back out.

'I'll ask you to take off your pyjama top, Mr Potter,' she said as she walked over to him. She stopped next to him and took a good look at him. 'Raise your arms. That's right.'

She poked at his ribs with her thumbs. 'Does it hurt at all?'

'No, ma'am,' he said.

'Put your hands behind your head and take a deep breath,' he did and she poked at his ribs a bit more. 'How about here?'

'No, ma'am,' he said. 'You did a wonderful job.'

'Of course I did,' she said haughtily. 'You may leave to go to your next class after you dress into your school robes.'

'Wha-what is my next class?' asked Harry as he stood from the bed and collected his Slytherin uniform, books and broom.

'Oh. I'm sorry, dear. Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.'

'Thank you, Madam Pomfrey.'

'Your welcome,' she said and pointed to a door along the back of the infirmary. 'You may change in there.'

He walked over to the door, almost tripping over a house-elf on the way, and hurried in. Several minutes later, he stepped out, dressed in his Slytherin uniform. His transfiguration and potions book in one hand, and his broom in the other. He left the infirmary and headed towards the Transfiguration classroom, trying desperately to forget what colours his school uniform was. He hurried down the corridor of the Transfiguration room and slowed down. He could hear her fussing at one of the students for his incompetence.

He reached the door and heard Professor McGonagall's voice. 'Take him to the infirmary, please, Mr Weasley.'

The door suddenly opened and the professor gasped. 'Oh! Mr Potter, you scared me. Welcome back.'

'Thank you, Professor,' he said as he watched Weasley and Neville walk past.

'A pity!' Weasley hissed, glaring at Harry.

'Weasley! Get to the infirmary and don't say another word,' she said.

He left, trying to help Neville stop his nosebleed. She ushered him inside and closed the door behind him. 'Class, welcome Mr Potter back from the infirmary. He's missed out on quite a bit.'

The classroom suddenly burst into cheers and claps from the Slytherins, reminding Harry exactly where he belonged. She walked him to the Slytherin side of the room and left him to find his seat. This thing was that he didn't know where he sat...

And Draco stood up. Harry saw the empty seat next to the blond and felt his stomach flip. He slowly walked up to the blond, watching as a smiled pulled on his lips.

'What?' asked Harry.

'Did you really have to bring your broom?' asked Draco, and Harry looked down at his hand.

'I forgot I had it,' said Harry.

'Well, don't worry about it. Just sit down. I'll let you copy my notes,' said Draco as he sat next to Harry. He slid the parchment covered in black ink over to Harry and began on a new sheet. Harry looked down at the elegant handwriting and pulled out his notebook and book.

During the remainder of the class period, he and Draco kept to themselves.

The bell rang. 'I want everyone to read through chapters twenty-five through twenty-eight and see to it that you understand it. I will know who has and who hasn't.'

Harry gave Draco back his notes without so much as a glance and left, grabbing his books and broom.

'Harry, wait!' he heard Draco calling him, but Harry didn't wait. In fact, he ran. He ran past the other Slytherins and Gryffindors and past the statues and paintings. He ran through the entrance hall and through the castle doors.

He mounted his Lightning Bolt 2005 and sped to the Quidditch Pitch. He took a deep breath and smiled, forgetting everything. He missed playing Quidditch. Missed feeling the wind against his hair, whipping lightly at his face as he sped for the snitch. And the wings of the little golden ball hitting his fingers. Ever since he quit...

He sat in the bleachers and sighed. He came out here to get away from everything. Draco, the Slytherins, Severus. This new life...and his mind was threatening him with it. His books slipped from his fingers and fell to the wooden seats beneath his own - and threw the broom down as well. There was only the sound of the birds' songs and rustling of the tree from the wind to keep him company. That and his own beating heart.

What was happening? It wasn't every day that someone died and woke up to a new life. This was not reincarnation. Something's happened. Putting him here. For a reason? He didn't know.

Maybe I wasn't supposed to die, he thought. But - I don't understand. I don't even believe in God.

But what if it's not God. Maybe I was right and there really is no God - only magic. What if there really is a balance of magic - like the books say. Anything that upsets the balance of magic and that balance is lost, the Magical World will eventually lead to chaos - if magic itself does not restore it.

But it was only a theory - not a law. There wasn't enough evidence to prove the theory to be a law. In fact, there was no proof at all. Only prophecies - prophecies that helped the Magical World to keep the balance. Far from sorcery evidence.

He dropped his face into his hands and groaned.

He tried to let his mind drift - but it all ended up back to the beginning. Thinking of the last moments of his other life on the Astonomy Tower to today - sitting here thinking about the Sorcerous Theories of Magical Life. He thought about it looking for a loophole...and found none. All of the philosophical and sorcerous theory books he's read...there was nothing but this. Sorcerous Theory of Magical Life (Death). He remembered it so well, it was such a good read - it never crossed his mind that it would ever happen to him.

'I need to tell someone,' Harry whispered to himself. 'Someone who might know what's going on.'

He suddenly stood and slammed into something. He tumbled back into the bleachers, falling past the seat and into the walkthrough.

'Well, I'm glad it was all dry foods,' said Harry's guest.

'Geez, Malfoy. Did you really have to stand so bloody close?' asked Harry as he pulled himself out between the two seats.

'Sorry. I thought you might be hungry,' he opened the napkin he had wrapped and against his chest. 'So I brought you some lunch.'

'Er - thanks - but,' Harry stood and picked up his books and broom. 'I'm not hungry. I was actually just leaving.'

Draco sighed and sat down in the bleachers. 'Fine,' he said. Harry looked down at Draco for a moment as if fighting with himself, but thought it best to just leave.

'I'll - er - see you later, Draco,' he said and left, not waiting for the reply that would have never came. Several minutes later, Draco stood angrily, tears falling down his cheek, and threw the apple and sandwich in the napkin against the bleachers behind him as hard as he could. And he cried - the stress was too much to bear. He fell to his knees and leant against the wooden seats, crying where only the shadows could see him.

Harry checked first at the Great Hall, but found that Professor Snape had already left to his classroom. He hurried to the dungeons and to the Potions classroom. He knocked on the door and only opened it when no one answered it. He walked to the front of the classroom, trying to catch his breath, and knocked on the back door, which could only lead to the Professor's room that he had seen the Potion's Master leave from several times.

He heard footsteps approaching the door before they stopped and the door opened.

'Harry! Coming early to class, aren't you? That's not like you,' Severus smiled as he opened the door further and let Harry in.

He took a good look at Harry and frowned. 'What's the matter? You looked troubled.'

'I might be in trouble,' he said and began. 'Have you ever read anything on philosophy or sorcerous theory?'

Severus laughed. 'Me? Hardly. Why?'

'Well, I have and I thought you might be able to help me,' said Harry as he watched Severus walk over to his sofa.

'Have a seat, Harry,' Severus said pointedly to the chair next to him. Harry walked over and sat down. 'Now, what's this about?'

'There's something called the Sorcerous Theories of Magical Life, which has many theories about life in the Wizarding World, including lives of trees, magical creatures, wizards and even wands, believe it or not, they are purely organic. Well, there's a theory in it about death, it's not really about death, but more about the balance of magic. There's a balance in the Magical World. Anything that upsets the balance of magic and that balance is lost, the Magical World will eventually lead to chaos - if magic itself does not restore it. Including death.'

'What are you saying?' asked Severus, understanding but not getting the concept.

'I've searched for a loophole. I've read hundreds of books on sorcerous theories, there's nothing other than the Sorcerous Theory of Magical Life and Death that would explain what's happened to me.'

'I see,' said Severus.

'No, I don't think you do...' Harry interjected. 'If that's the case. If that's what has happened...'

'...there's no way back.'

'Precisely! Do you know what this means?'

'You're stuck here. In this new life. You could have upset the balance of magic, if magic didn't bring you back. You're meant to be here,' said Severus. 'I understand perfectly.'

Harry said nothing but only swallowed the lump in his throat. 'Perhaps you should go lie down for the rest of the day. Your next lessons are with me anyway. Advanced Double Potions. Usually I wouldn't tolerate it, but you don't look so well.'

'I don't know where the Slytherin dorms are, sir.'

'It's Severus.'

'Sorry.'

'No worries. Draco didn't tell you that the two of you share a room together?'

'Um - no.'

'Or have you been avoiding him?' asked Severus softly, looking directly at Harry.

Harry's worry lines were showing. 'I'm sorry. I'm just - I don't know if I can handle it right now.'

'I know,' said Severus. 'That's what I told Draco. Would you like me to show you to your rooms?'

Harry nodded, slowly. 'Please.'

'It's actually right next to mine. There's a shortcut between them,' he said and stood. 'Follow me.'

Harry stood and followed the Potions Master to a wall hanging of the Slytherin crest. He pulled back the tapestry to reveal a door. 'I wish that you not use this door unless it's an emergency or you're leaving my classroom to go to your rooms. No other students know about this door other than you and Draco. And don't worry. I don't use it either.'

They walked through the door and down a flight a stairs. Severus lit his wand and proceeded to the other room. They reached the door and Severus opened it. It was hidden from the other side by another hall hanging.

'Come inside,' said Severus and Harry walked in cautiously. The room was much like Severus', a green leather sofa and a black leather arm chair. They were placed on a green and silver rug with a brown coffee table in the middle, and in front of the fireplace was a grey fur rug. 'This is the living area. Your room is to the door on the right. The door to the left leads to the hallway where you would usually enter from. When you leave from there, you'll take a right until you reach the staircase to the entrance hall.'

'Thank you, sir.'

'Severus, Harry. Just call me Severus, it feels weird with you calling me sir.'

'Well, it feels weird with me calling you Severus,' Harry said back.

'Touché,' Severus smiled. 'But your not in your old world anymore. You'll have to get used to even the simplest of thing here. But, for now, I must leave you. I have a class to attend to,' and without another word, Severus left and with a soft click, the secret door behind the tapestry closed leaving Harry alone to the new rooms.

Harry turned around and took another look at the lounge. He sighed, feeling a bit self-conscious being in a room he didn't know - as if he were intruding in someone else's quarters. He shyly took a step toward the bedroom door, feeling slightly hesitant about opening it, but his curiosity got the better of him. He reached the door and slowly opened it, peeking through the door.

The room was dark, there were no windows, he forgot, in the dungeons. He opened the door the rest of the way and shed light to the room while waving his wand to light the candles - and he stared. The room was painted black with green satin sheets on the large bed and a black duvet. He noticed that there was another fireplace - more beautiful than the other, and much bigger. And it fit the large room perfectly.

He carefully set his books one the table against the wall and propped the broom up next to it. He sighed tiredly wanting nothing more than to fall asleep. He slowly walked over to the bed. Took off his outer robes and tie, leaving his shirt and trousers on and slipped into the bed. He closed his eyes and the last thing that crossed his mind was his conversation with Severus.

'...if that's the case...'

'...there's no way back.'

'Precisely.'

TBC