A/N: Thanks to: all the reviewers and my beta Claire Belbusti

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Harry made his way to his dorm. Lily and James had just left. 'I hope nothing has changed here.' He thought, opening the door. Harry walked inside and looked around him. Neville and Dean sat on Neville's bed, playing a card game.

"Harry!" Dean called. "What happened?"

"They said you took a potion. Did you really faint?" Neville asked.

"Uhm yeah, it's true. I took a potion for my nightmares, but it went wrong." Harry said, feeling guilty for lying to his friends.

"Nightmares? What..."

"Neville!" Ron cut him off, who just entered the room. "I don't think Harry is in the mood for all these questions."

Harry smiled at his friend. "Thanks." He said softly.

"Sorry, mate." Neville apologised and continued with the card game.

Harry walked to his bed and lay down. He looked at the calendar that hung on the wall. It was Saturday, so had he had been in the hospital wing for two days.

The pictures on his pedestal caught his attention. He sat up and took a look at the pictures. One of Draco, his parents and himself, who were smiling and waving at him. One of Neville, Hermoine, Draco and Ron. And one of the quidditch team.

The fourth picture was of a handsome boy Harry didn't recognised. Harry grabbed the picture. The boy looked familiar, but he couldn't place him. He had dark hair and eyes and a tanned skin.

"Harry!" Hermoine stormed in. "Don't you do that ever again. You could have asked me or Draco to help you with that potion."

"Yeah I know. Draco already gave me that lecture." Harry sighed.

"I'm sorry, but we're just worried about you." Hermoine said. "Well, I'm glad you're okay. Anyway, Draco is waiting for you downstairs."

Harry nodded and put the picture back on his pedestal. He shot a look in the mirror. His hair was as untidy as always. He brushed some hair away from his forehead and looked a moment at the place where once his scar had been. He smiled at his reflection and walked out of the room. When he climbed down the stairs, he felt his nervousness coming back. He remembered what Lily had said to him; "Draco is not the same person as in your other past."

He thought of the day before, when Draco had hugged him. Harry was glad he finally had a brother, he had always wanted one. But he kept thinking of all the things Draco had said and done, in his other past.

'Stop it! This Draco isn't like that.' Harry thought. He took a deep breath and walked into the common room.

Draco sat on a couch and was talking to Seamus. The two boys looked up and smiled at him.

Harry smiled, a bit doubtful, back.

"Hi there, Harry." Seamus said and stood up. "Talk to you later, Draco."

Harry waited till Seamus was gone, before walking over to Draco.

"So, feeling any better?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, much better." Harry answered. Wondering what Draco and Seamus had talked about and if they were friends.

"Better enough to play quidditch?" Draco grinned. He pointed at the broom the lay next to the couch, on the ground.

Harry smiled at Draco's excitement. "I'll get my broom."

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Two hours later, the boys were sitting in the middle of the quidditch pitch.

"I'm exhausted." Draco groaned, lying down.

"Me too. You've become a real competition." Harry said, lying down, too.

Draco was almost as good as Harry was. Harry wondered if Draco played in Ravenclaw's quidditch team.

"You know, one day I will defeat you." Draco grinned.

Harry looked at the blonde, smiling. Draco was lying on his stomach and played with the grass. He looked so different from the boy he used to hate so much.

The boys went silent and just lay there for awhile, watching the clouds pass by.

"We should go." Draco said, standing up. "The Ravenclaw's will be here soon, for practise."

'So Draco isn't in the team.' Harry thought. He was sure that it wasn't because of Draco's skills, that he didn't make the team. It probably had something to do with Draco being an ex-Slytherin. Harry stood up and the two boys walked back to the castle.

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Harry stumbled to his bed. He had spent all day with Draco and he had found out that he really liked the boy.

Harry had noticed that a lot of things had changed in Hogwarts. The dungeons were, except for Snape's classroom, empty. The only thing that reminded you of the Slytherins was the Slytherin symbol, painted on the wall and the names of the Slytherins written under it.

Quickly Harry changed into his pyjamas. He took off his glasses and laid them on his pedestal. Harry looked at the picture of the handsome boy. 'I hope I'll remember everything soon.' Harry thought, grabbing the picture.

When he put the picture back, he saw something written on the back of the picture frame. He quickly put his glasses back on and read the short note.

I wish I didn't have to go back, but I'll write you as much as possible.
I love you.

Gérard

Harry stared at the words. 'Shit.'

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