A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed (responses are at the end of the chapter) and to my beta Sheridan Ledding.

A/N: Sorry that it took me so long to update. I've been very busy with school (I graduated!) and then I had a writers block. When I finally had inspiration, my computer crashed! Anyway, I just got back from my holiday in France and I have finally more time to write. So I hope I'll finish chapter 10 al lot sooner.

Well, here's chapter nine:

--------------------------------------------------------

Harry was sitting in Dumbledore's office. He was studying a bowl that stood in front of him on Dumbledore's desk.

"You already know how it works, I asume?" Dumbledore said, who was sitting on the other site of the desk.

"Yes," Harry answered, looking at Dumbledore's own Pensieve in one of the cubboards. "I have some experience with Pensieves."

The headmaster smiled. "Why don't you go put your memories in the Pensieve, while I make us some coffee? And then you can tell me all about your adventures.

Harry nodded and then turned his attention back to the Pensieve. He took his wand out of his pocket and carefully touched his temple with the tip of it. Immediately he felt a weird feeling, as if his memories and thoughts were pulled out of his head. He took the wand away and put the silvery substance into the Pensieve. And so he continued until every memory was in the bowl.

An hour later, Harry was on his way back to the Gryffindor tower. He carried the Pensieve with him, covered underneath his cloak. It felt strange to have put your memories from more than sixteen years in such a small object. Harry tried to think of a safe place to hide the Pensieve. It would be disasterous if one of his dormmates found it. Harry decided that the best place would be underneath his bed. His friends wouldn't look there and if they did, they wouldn't even notice the Pensieve because of the mess.

"Harry!"

Harry turned around and saw Terry Boot walking towards him. "Hi Terry." Harry greeted, quickly hiding the Pensieve behind him. But Terry had already seen it.

"What are you hiding?" He asked curiously. "Are you trying to sneak something into the Gryffindor common room?"

"No of course not, it's nothing important."

"Then why are you hiding it?" Smiling slyly, Terry took a step closer.

"Because er..." Harry said, trying to think of an excuse. "Oh alright, it's a bottle Fire Whiskey. We're having a little party because of Draco being on the Quidditch team."

"Really?" Terry smiled. "Did you know that it was my idea to choose Draco as our new seeker?"

"Oh ehm thanks, it means a lot to him." Harry smiled, a bit unconfortable. "But I have to go now. They're all waiting for me."

"Well, can't they wait a couple of minutes longer?" Terry asked, grinning.

Harry frowned. What was it with that guy? Then he noticed the way Terry looked at him. 'Hold on. He isn't hitting on me, is he?'

"I'm sorry, but I'm already late and—" Harry tried to walk away, but Terry grabbed his arm.

"Harry, go out with me." Terry blurted.

"What?" Harry asked. The sudden outburst surprised him.

"I've liked you for a long time, but I never dared to tell you when you were still with that French guy." Terry explained, slightly blushing.

"Harry?" A voice came from behind them.

Terry and Harry quickly turned around to see who it was. Draco was walking towards them. "Something wrong?" He asked, seeing both boys' expressions.

"No, nothing." Harry said quickly, then he turned to Terry. "I'm sorry." He said softly, so only Terry could hear him.

"You're coming, Harry?" Draco asked impatient, eyeing Terry suspiciously.

Harry nodded and followed Draco, leaving Terry behind.

"I told you it was a bad idea." A voice came behind Terry, making him jump. Stewart Ackerley appeared out of the shadows.

"How long have you been standing here?"

"Long enough to see Harry choosing Malfoy above you." Stewart said, sneering. "You knew this would happen."

"Yeah, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to try." Terry defended himself, blushing. "Besides, Harry also dated that guy from Beauxbatons."

"Everyone knows he dumped him for Malfoy." Stewart said, rolling his eyes. "Forget about Potter, he's not interested in you. You should be worrying about the upcoming Quidditch match, you're not paying enough attention to it lately. Gryffindor is stronger than ever this year. If we want to win the Quidditch cup, we have to work very hard for it." With that, he walked away.

Terry looked at the direction Harry had walked with Draco in. Then he sadly shook his head and quickly followed Stewart.

A week later the Hogwarts Express, with the students who were going home for the Christmas holidays, arrived at King's Cross. Harry and Draco quickly got out of the train and immediately started looking around to see who was picking them up.

"Draco, Harry!"

The two boys turned to see Lily Potter hurrying towards them. Behind her walked James, Sirius and Remus, waving excitedly at them. Lily pulled her sons in an embrace, almost strangling them. "You're both so tall and you look so grown up!"

"Mom!" Both Harry and Draco groaned, trying to break free.

Lily let go, rolling her eyes at her sons. "Too old to hug your mother?"

"Of course not, but we do have to breathe." Harry said, smiling.

After Draco and Harry also had hugged the others, Ron, Hermione and their parents came walking towards them.

"Hello." James greeted. "Long time no see, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. How are things in the Muggle world?"

Hermione's parents smiled a bit nervously. "Quite fine, thanks." Mr. Granger said, awkwardly. They still didn't feel very comfortable in the presence of wizards.

"I'm glad to hear that." James said, smiling. Then he turned to Arthur. "Congratulations with your promotion."

Arthur smiled widely. "Thanks." He finally got promoted and now he was able to pay off his debts.

"Now you've got the money, you can buy yourselves a new house." Lily said, happy to see the Weasleys this happy.

"We thought about that, but we came to the conclusion that we actually can't say goodbye to The Burrow. So we decided that we're going to renovate the house this vacation." Molly told.

"Really? Well if you need any help, I'm sure James is willing to help."

James shot his wife a look, before smiling at the Weasley's. "Of course."

"We'll manage." Arthur said, smiling at James reaction. He knew how much James hated working. "Thanks for offering, though."

Lily, Molly and Mrs. Granger began a conversation about their children, Hogwarts and other stuff mothers always talked about. Meanwhile Arthur was curiously looking at Mr. Granger's cell phone that was sticking a bit out of his pocket.

"Could I take a closer look?" Arthur asked, pointing at the cell phone.

"Of course you can." Mr. Granger replied, giving his cell phone to Arthur.

"We have something like this at home. Well, at least if it's what I think it is." Arthur said, studying the object intensively. "It's a telephone, right?"

"Why, yes it is. A cordless one, though." Mr. Granger answered, a bit surprised that Arthur knew what a telephone was. But then he remembered Ron calling Hermione once.

James rolled his eyes at Arthur's behavior. "Honestly, sometimes I really don't get you," he said chuckling.

Arthur smiled at James. "Muggles are interesting."

Then he and Mr. Granger started a conversation about cars and James couldn't help but join them. He didn't really liked Muggle stuff, but he always had had a thing for cars. He even thought of buying one, some time.

Meanwhile Harry, Ron and Sirius were talking enthusiastically about Quidditch, while Draco, Hermione and Remus were talking about school and their grades. Platform nine and three quarters grew more and more empty as the students went home. Then the Grangers also decided to go home.

"We had better go, too." Lily said. "Mother is waiting for us at home."

Mrs. Evans was one of the many people who hadn't died like they had in Harry's other past.

"Gran?" Draco looked up. "Why did she stay at home?"

"She wanted to keep an eye on Taro and Vicky. You know what Taro's like when another dog is in his territory." Lily explained.

"I should have known." Draco said, smiling. Mrs. Evans treated her dog, Vicky, like her own child. Lily and James visited her as much as possible, but they lived quite far away and didn't have much time. So Vicky was often the only company the old lady had.

After saying goodbye and promising to write as soon and much as possible, the Potters, Sirius and Remus left King's Cross. Outside was a taxi waiting for them. The driver got out and took Draco and Harry's trunks, loading them in the boot of the taxi. Then, after turning to the wizards and nodding as to show he was ready to leave, he got into the car.

"I can't wait till I have my own car." James said, beaming happily. He quickly got in and immediately started asking the taxi driver questions about cars.

"You should have seen him on our way down here." Lily said softly to Harry and Draco, rolling her eyes. "He even asked the driver if he could have a look underneath the bonnet." Then she followed her husband's example and got in, too.

"I do look forward to having a car, though." Harry said, smiling. "Do you think dad would let me drive once?"

"Not a chance." Sirius said, smiling. "Now come on. We don't want your grandmother to have to wait any longer."

When everyone was in the car, they drove away. An hour later they arrived at the Potters' house. It was a huge mansion in the middle of nowhere, where no Muggles would disturb them. They had their own swimming pool and Quidditch pitch, which was surrounded by spells so Muggles wouldn't see them flying.

The driver was the first who got out of the car and started loading the trunks out, which didn't cost him much trouble as the trunks were spelled to be very light. The others got out as well and Lily and Draco immediately went inside to Mrs. Evans.

"My legs." Sirius groaned, rubbing them. Draco had had to sit on his lap the whole trip, as they didn't have much space in the taxi. "Why couldn't you get two taxis?"

"Don't be such a whiner. I had Harry on my lap!" said James, who was paying the taxi driver.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Harry said, giving his father a nudge. "I'm not fat."

James chuckled. "I'm not saying that you are. You're just heavier than Draco."

Harry frowned. "You're right. He's way too skinny."

"But not for long, Lily has made a delicious cake." Sirius said, grinning and started walking towards the mansion. "Let's go inside before it's already eaten."

When Harry entered the living room he found his Lily and her mother sitting on the couch, talking animatedly. Vicky was sitting on Mrs. Evans lap, looking nervously at the other side of the room. Harry followed her look and saw Draco sitting on the floor, playing with Taro. Draco looked up and caught his brother's look.

"Shall I get you some coffee and cake?" Harry offered.

"Yeah, thanks." Draco said, smiling.

Harry nodded and went to the kitchen. There he found Sirius, Remus and James discussing something.

"What about a Nimbus 2004?" Sirius said. "I heard it's very fast and it has a great balance."

"A Nimbus 2005 is faster, though." James said.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, walking towards them.

The adults turned around.

"Ah, Harry, it's good you're here." James said. "We need your help." He picked up a leaflet off the table and gave it to his son.

Harry opened it. In it were pictures of broomsticks and information about them.

"I want to buy Draco one for Christmas." James said. "Can you help us picking one out?"

Harry nodded and started to riffle through the leaflet. Once or twice he stopped to study a broomstick more closely. "That one." He finally said, pointing at a moving picture of a Firebolt Two.

Sirius took the leaflet from Harry. "Good choice." He said studying the broom. "It's the best, but also the most expensive."

James looked over Sirius's shoulder. "Hmm, I'll think about it."

"So dad, if Draco gets an expensive broomstick, can I have a flying motorcycle like Sirius?" Harry said, smirking.

"No way." His dad answered, already looking horrified by the idea.

"No fair." Harry pouted.

"But you were here for cake, right?" Remus reminded Harry.

Harry nodded. "And Coffee."

"For you and..?"

"Draco."

"Alright. I'll get it for you." Remus said and walked away.

Harry turned to Sirius. "If I can't have my own motorcycle, can I borrow yours some time?"

"Sure." Sirius answered, ignoring the looks James was giving him.

Remus walked towards Harry, carrying a tray. "Here you go." Remus said, handing over the tray to Harry.

"Thanks." Harry said and walked towards the door.

"Harry, wait! We're not finished with this conversation yet. I won't let you borrow that motorcycle!" James called after his son, but Harry had already left the room.

"Why don't you two go to your rooms and unpack your stuff." Lily said, looking up from her cup of coffee.

Draco and Harry were lying on the floor, watching pictures in a book about Quidditch. They both nodded and stood up.

"No, wait." Mrs Evans said. "Not before I've had a little chat with my grandsons. I want to know all about your adventures at Hogwarts."

Harry and Draco went to sit next to her and began to tell about Harry's Quidditch games, the monsters Hagrid had showed them in Care Of Magical Creatures, Draco's position in Ravenclaw's Quidditch team, etc.

Mrs. Evans smiled wide. She always loved to hear everything about the wizarding world. Then the old woman looked like she just remembered something important and smiled even wider. "I heard you ditched your boyfriend." She said to Harry, raising a silver eyebrow.

"I didn't, actually. He did." Harry said, sighing. He didn't want to talk about it, as he knew his grandmother would want to hear all the details.

"So I heard, but I can see in your eyes that there's more." Mrs Evans said, grinning.

Harry groaned; he knew he wasn't going to leave the room for a long time. He looked at Draco for support, but the blonde looked as curious as Mrs. Evans. "I was going to spend the Christmas holidays at his place, right?" Harry began. "Well, two weeks ago I realised I wanted to spend it with my family and not a strange one in a foreign country. I also started to doubt my feelings for him. So I wrote Gérard and told him I wouldn't come and then he wrote me to tell that it was over. He said something about Draco; that he had managed to get between us."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "What have I got to do with it?"

"Jealousy." Mrs Evans shook her head. "It's good that it's over; he didn't even trust you."

"Yeah." Harry agreed. "Now, there's nothing more to tell. Can I go now?"

"Is it so bad to talk with your grandmother?" Mrs. Evans said, rolling her eyes. "Well you can go, but Draco still has to tell me about his love life."

Harry, who had already walked towards the door, immediately returned to sit back next to his grandmother.

Draco glared at Harry, who winked in return. "You know there's nothing or else you would have noticed." Draco said to the Gryffindor, looking annoyed.

"Then why are you blushing?" Harry said, chuckling.

"I'm not!" Draco said; throwing one of the pillows that lay on the couch at Harry.

"Alright then, keep your secrets." Mrs. Evans said. "But trust me, we will find out about it anyway."

Lily snorted. "Mother, leave Draco alone." Then she turned to her sons. "Harry, Draco, go upstairs. I want you two to be finished with unpacking before dinner."

Harry and Draco left the room, picked up their trunks in the hallway and made their way upstairs.

"You care a lot about gran, don't you?" Harry said when they had reached Draco's room.

Draco nodded. "Yeah."

"So you started to like Muggles then?"

"Not really, but she's different. I mean, she raised a witch."

"Yeah," Harry said, "and a monster." He added softly.

Draco grinned. "Are you talking about that Petunia woman? You only met her once, right?"

"Yeah." Harry lied. "But the way she acts like we don't exist because we're wizards says enough."

"True." Draco agreed. "Anyway, do you need help with unpacking?"

"Nah, I'll manage." Harry said. He had brought his Pensieve with him and had to find a place to hide it.

"Okay. See you later then." Draco said and disappeared into his room.

Harry walked towards his room, that wasn't far from Draco's, smiling happily. It was good to be back home.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

I hope you liked it and don't forget to review.

----

Review responses:

Chi7890: Thanks. What will happen when Harry find out about Draco's feelings? Who knows... :P I'm not sure if I will write about Harry's life before he changed it. First I'm going to finish this fic and then I'll think about it. Good idea, though.

Signeus: Thanks for reviewing and I promise I'll keep writing.

ShatteredxDream: Thanks for your review.

green eyed dragon: Thanks for all your reviews!

Lily Evans Potter Black Lupin: I'm glad you like it.

Toby7: Thanks. I'm sorry, there's still no H/D action in this chapter. But don't worry, there will be soon.

Mojo-jojo241: Of course you can post my fics on your site. I emailed you awhile ago, but as you didn't response I don't think you got it. Could you send me an email to kumagorochrisyahoo ? Then I'll send them as soon as possible.

Crystalstorm21: Thanks!

Ninsg Veen: Thanks for reviewing. Are you already writing another fic? (Doen hoor!)

Skysha-Tranqui: Thanks. Harry and Draco might get together in the next chapter. I'm still not sure.

NeoMW: Thanks! I'm glad you like it.

Lady Slone of Snow Mt: Thanks!

Caz Malfoy: Thanks for reviewing! Reviews like yours really make my day.

Shelly Webster: Thanks. I hope you also liked this chapter.