A/N: This is the beta-ed version and this one contains review responses.Well, I hope you like it.

When Draco's vision cleared, he found himself standing in a dormitory. According to the red and golden colours it was in Gryffindor. Apart from the moonlight that shone through the windows, the room was dark. Draco's nose wrinkled in disgust as he looked around him. Never had he seen a room this messy. Even Crabbe and Goyle's rooms hadn't been like this. How could they sleep here! The garments on one of the beds caught his attention. They were Muggle and looked like someone had worn them for ages. He tried to pick up one of the huge sweaters, but his hand went straight through it. Of course, it was just a shadow of the past. Hold on, shadows of Harry's past. So where was he?

Suddenly the door slammed open and someone turned the light on. Ron Weasley was standing in the doorway, looking like he had a bit too much alcohol.

"Harry, you here?" He called, while trying hard to keep standing.

There came no reply. Just when Ron turned to leave the room, a voice came from the other side of the room.

"Yeah, I'm here."

Draco jumped in surprise when suddenly a skinny dark haired boy appeared from behind one of the beds. Draco couldn't believe Harry had been there all the time, without him noticing. Well, he didn't expect him to be hiding behind a bed of course. What was he hiding for, anyway?

Ron must have thought along the same lines. "What were you hiding for?"

Harry shrugged. "Nothing, I was just..."

Suddenly Ron's eyes grew wide as if he just realized something. "Spiders!"

"What?"

"You were hiding from spiders weren't you?" Ron squeaked, his eyes shooting to every side of the room as if he expected spiders to appear.

Harry looked as confused as Draco felt. "Ron, are you drunk?"

"I think he is." Dean Thomas said, who appeared behind Ron. He eyed the redhead with great interest and chuckled. "I told him not to drink so much, but does he listen?" He turned to Harry. "Lavender turned him down this evening."

"Oh?" Harry looked surprised.

"Didn't you know he had a crush on her?" Dean asked.

"Of course he didn't." Ron said, before Harry could answer. "He never hangs around with us anymore. He hardly even talks to us!"

"I've been busy." Harry defended himself.

"Then take a break form whatever you're doing all the time." Dean said. "The party is no fun without you, Har. Come on, join us."

"Yeah, you should come." Ron agreed. "Girls have been asking for you the whole time, you know. Really cute ones." The thought of those girls clearly cheered him up, as he smiled brightly and quickly headed back to the party.

'Girls?' Draco thought. What was he talking about? Since when did Ron think Harry would be interested in girls? The Gryffindors couldn't be much younger than fifteen and Harry came out when he was about thirteen, so it didn't make sense.

Dean's voice interrupted Draco's thoughts. "Harry, I know you've had a hard time and lately with the whole gay thing and all. But I think it will be good for you to stop hiding and start hanging out with us again. And Ron is right, those girls are really pretty. Why don't you just give it a try? I'm sure you'll find out soon enough that you like girls after all and that you were just I don't know... imagining things."

Harry shook his head and turned away from the other boy. Dean waited for awhile, but he soon realized Harry wasn't going to speak anymore and also left. As the door closed behind him, Harry's eyes turned to the door to see if he really was alone. Then he sat down again.

Draco walked round the bed and found Harry writing in a book which lay on his lap. It looked like a journal. He stepped forward, intending on reading what the small boy just had written, but suddenly his surroundings started to change and within seconds was standing in a small bedroom.

This time he noticed Harry immediately, which was obvious as there wasn't even space enough for the boy to hide. He was lying in a bed that even for him was too small. The room itself looked like a bomb had exploded there not long ago. There were holes in the walls, the closet and desk looked ready to fall apart and the wallpaper had turned yellow. But it wasn't the condition of the room that shocked Draco. Harry's boney figure was clearly visable under the thin blanket and it was clear that the boy hadn't eaten for days. His skin had a sickly grey colour and underneath his eyes were dark bags.

Draco felt a pang in his stomach. He quickly looked away, he couldn't stand seeing Harry in such a state. He laid his eyes on the small window. As he gazed through it he could see the houses on the other side of the street. To his surprise they were Muggle. Where the hell were they and why was Harry here? Draco started to wonder if Harry might have put his dreams in the Pensieve instead of memories, because this couldn't be real, could it? How could Harry have been here without him knowing? The last few years they had always been together. In Hogwarts, at home or when they visited someone.

A sudden noise behind him made him freeze. He turned around. Was there someone else with them in the room? The sound came again and this time also Harry seemed to have heard it.

"I'm sorry Hedwig, but you know I can't let you out." He said.

The sound came louder this time and Draco recognized it as the hooting of an owl. He looked around him to see where the sound might have come from, but there wasn't anything else in the room than the bed and a small wooden closet. The owl couldn't possibly been locked up in that closet? And had he heard it correctly? Had Harry just called the owl Hedwig?

He couldn't fuss about it any longer, as someone stormed up the stairs and started to bounce on the door.

"Boy! Get that bird of yours to shut up, right now!"

"Yes uncle Vernon." Harry replied.

'Uncle Vernon.' That had to be that fat ugly man Lily's sister was married to. So that meant that Harry was staying in his aunt and uncle's house. Well, at least now he knew where they were. Now he needed to find out why they were here.

Meanwhile Harry quickly got off the bed and went to open the closet. "Please Hedwig, calm down." The owl tried to get out, but Harry pushed her back. He made sure his uncle already had left before whispering to her: "I'll let you out tonight. I promise."

Before Harry closed the door of the closet Draco managed to catch a glimpse of the owl. The bird was, as he had feared, the same one he and Harry had just bought.

Harry went back to lie on the bed and Draco moved on to the next memory.

Draco felt a wave of relief as he found himself back in Hogwarts. Harry just got out of the Potions classroom. Ron and Hermione, who were walking next to him, loudly complained about professor Snape being unfair when he took points from Gryffindor.

"I think Dumbledore should fire that greasy git." Ron growled. "Sure he knows a lot about potions, but he's a horrible teacher. I mean, take Neville. I'm sure he would do fine at Potions if Snape didn't scare the shit out of him all the time."

"Well, not fine," Hermione said. "But surely better."

Ron nodded in agreement. He turned to Harry as if to ask for his opinion, but Harry didn't even pay attention. He was walking a bit behind his two friends and stared into space.

"Harry!" Hermione called, looking a bit worried.

The dark haired boy looked up, but just then he bumped into someone.

"Watch it, Potter!"

Draco was surprised to see himself glaring down at Harry. He was soon accompanied by his huge friends, Crabbe and Goyle, who had the same icy glare on their faces.

"You were the one who bumped into Harry!" Ron hissed between clenched teeth.

"I believe Potter is pretty capable of speaking himself." Malfoy said, not even looking at the redhead.

"Look Malfoy," Harry started. "I'm not interested in a fight with you right now."

"A fight?" Malfoy said in mock innocence. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"Piss off Malfoy!" Ron yelled, angry. "Don't you have someone's shoes to lick? Like Voldemort's?"

The three Slytherins gasped at the mention of the Dark Lord's name, while Hermione and Harry smiled a bit at their friend, proud of him for finally managing to speak the name aloud without stuttering or flinching.

Malfoy's expression darkened. "How dare you!" With one movement he shoved Ron against the wall.

Crabbe and Goyle immediately jumped forward to help their friend as did Hermione and Harry.

Draco turned away from the scene. This was too much. What was this? Some alternate universe where Crabbe and Goyle were still alive and the war was still going on? Draco brought his hands to his head and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and tried to get his emotions under control. When he opened his eyes he was again somewhere else. He recognized the place as Dumbledore's office. It had been years since he had been there, but nothing had changed. There was no sign of Dumbledore himself, but Harry was standing in the doorway. He had a somewhat haggard look in his eyes and his hands were shaking.

"Ah Harry." A voice suddenly came out of nowhere, making both Harry and Draco jump in surprise.

Dumbledore stood behind them, eyeing Harry sadly. "Please, sit down."

Harry shook his head. For a moment he just stared at the old wizard. "No." He said, softly. If Draco hadn't looked so intensely at him he wouldn't have even heard it. It looked like that one word broke something in the boy. His expression turned to anger and he balled his hands into fist. "NO!" He screamed. "No, I won't sit down! I won't pretend like everything is normal and nothing happened! I won't listen to your meaningless words anymore! And don't look at me like that. As if you understand me and as if it hurts you to see me like this. I don't believe your lies anymore. The only thing you care about is that I defeat Voldemort for you. That you all can live happily ever after again after I risked my life to save your precious world."

Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, but Harry cut him off. "I said I didn't want to hear anymore lies. Why don't you go find someone else or even better, why don't you do it yourself! 'Cause you know what? I'm not going to do it!" He turned and left the office, slamming the door behind him.

Draco had seen more than enough. He was sure that he wasn't going to find any answers in the Pensieve. He had to return and ask Harry himself. He returned to Harry's room and put the Pensieve back under the bed. Then he sat down on the bed, feeling a bit dizzy from all that he had seen. He needed some time to think everything over.

Harry pushed the rest of his fireworks into Hermione's hands. "Here," he said. "I'm going to check on Draco. He's been gone for nearly an hour." Hedwig, who circled above his head, landed on his shoulder and he went inside.

"Draco!" He called, as he climbed up the stairs. When hearing no reply, he checked the boy's room, but he found it empty. "Dray?" He called again, now louder.

Draco looked up as he heard Harry's voice and sighed. It seemed he had to face Harry sooner as he had hoped for. He pulled himself together and waited for Harry to enter.

Review responses

SiriusWillRiseAgain Yeah me too! Wouldn't it be great to have your own owl? Draco's just too curious and indeed a bit rude.

DanishGirl: Thanks for reviewing again. I'm glad you like it:)

Sad-Clown-of-Darkness: Yeah, he sure is a bad boy. But hey, don't we all secretly like him best that way! Lol

CharmedMilliE: Thnx for your review!

AJ586: Nah, I woulnd't have forgotten about it. I wanted Draco to find out, so that's why I made up the Pensieve. Anyway, thnx for reviewing!

Crystalstorm: Thanks for your review and for being so patient with me. I know I should update more often. :s

Alea: Harry is such an idiot, forgetting to hide that thing. Draco was bound to find it. Ah well, the story would have been a bit dull if I had let them live happily ever after this soon. We want drama! Haha

Xhp…to lazy to sign in: Thanks for reviewing! It was quite obvious that Draco would look in the Pensieve, Harry should have known...

Wwwendy: I think a pensieve is a very usefull thing ( I'm so forgetful...) But there's a big chance someone will look in it. thinks about little siblings

Dreamer22: I just had to write about Hedwig, she's such a kick-ass owl. I'm quite busy, but I still have enough time to write. It's just that I kinda have lost the inspiration... but don't worry I will finish this story. I do like writing it, though. It's more a "Why the hell can't I just write in my own language? English is so difficult..." phase. Lol

Doxie: Haha, that's right. Thnx for reviewing.

DLMalfoy: I'm sorry, I did that. But if Draco hadn't found the Pensieve, Harry probably would've never told him and that wouldn't be right. So please forgive me... :p

Joou Himeko Dah: thanks for reviewing!

Green eyed dragon: Haha, yeah you're right. Glad you liked it.

Shelly Quills Webster: I knew you were thinking about it, that's why I updated... Haha

Wakaba-san: Thanks for reviewing!

Solarbeam: Yup. But at least Draco now knows the truth. :)

SaintEmo: Thnx for your review!

Alysa77: I understood you perfectly. There's nothing wrong with your English. I'm Dutch myself so I know how hard it is talking and writing in another language. Anway, I'm glad u liked it. P.S. Is it flamE: Haha, I will, I mean I did update. Thanks for reviewing!