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Chapter 3: Do I Know You?
Awhile later Draco and Harry met Pansy in the Gryffindor common room to go down to breakfast. At first it was weird seeing them in Gryffindor uniforms, but Harry convinced himself that it was just a dream gone too far. The three left the portrait hole and journeyed down to the great hall. Harry could tell Draco and Pansy were trying their best not to mention the incident a few hours earlier.
By the time they reached the Great Hall, Harry had seen a few people along the corridors whom he had recognized, but couldn't place. However, the sight of food and the bright sunny weather in the ceiling of the great hall was enough to take Harry's mind off things for a while. He sat down with Draco and Pansy at the Gryffindor table, and was shortly joined by Vincent, Gregory, and Blaise Zabini. Vincent and Gregory set about telling Blaise every detail of the incident a few hours earlier. Blaise nodded somewhat unsurprised that Harry had lost it.
"I always knew you were gonna blow it sometime, Potter," Blaise said, tapping Harry on the head with his knuckles.
"Yeah... that's me!" Harry said, still getting used to being at a table surrounded by all of them. While the others spoke, Harry glanced around the Great Hall. All of these students... they looked familiar but he just couldn't remember who or where he had seen them! He knew they were from Hogwarts, but...
From across the hall Harry spotted a flash of bright red. A tall, lanky boy with shaggy ginger hair and a girl with long, glossy hair of the same color were walking from the doors of the Great Hall to the... Slytherin table? That didn't seem right... Harry shook his head. That was Ron and Ginny Weasley! Why weren't they over here? They should be. Harry could've sworn he was friends with them. But there they were, looking rather moody, fully dressed in their Slytherin robes. All of a sudden Harry felt someone grab his arm. He turned and saw the concerned faces of Draco and Pansy looking back at him.
"Harry, are you all right?" Pansy said, patting his arm. "You look... really distant,"
"What's going on mate?" Draco said, concerned. Harry looked at his friends, and then glanced across the hall at Ron and Ginny.
"Those kids... Ron and Ginny... they're my friends! My best friends! They're supposed to be here," Harry said, pointing to the Gryffindor table. "And you're supposed to be there," he said, motioning to the Slytherin table. Draco and Pansy looked at each other nervously.
"Harry... Ron is our worst enemy. Always has been. Him and the whole rest of that Weasley clan are a stuck up, pure blood Slytherin legacy that's still going," Draco said slowly.
"No... no. You're my worst enemy," Harry said slowly. He looked at the concern in his friends' eyes, and then back across the hall at Ron and Ginny. Frowning slightly, Harry got up from the table and began to walk across the hall to the Slytherin side.
"Harry, don't!" Pansy called. Harry just continued across the hall without looking back, his eyes intent on the two redheads. Hadn't he been dating Ginny? No... maybe he had just had a crush on her. Or was she just a friend? But he knew Ron was his best friend since he arrived at Hogwarts... or was that Draco? His thoughts jumbled, Harry shook his head, and walked right up to Ron and Ginny.
"Hi Ron! Hi Ginny! How are you? How's your mum and dad and brothers?" Harry said casually. Ron and Ginny turned around and looked at him as if he had lost it.
"What the bloody hell do you want Potter?" Ron said, his upper lip curling.
"Ron, what are you talking about?" Harry said slowly. "I thought we were friends," Ginny shrieked with laughter, and Ron smirked.
"Us? Friends?" Ron said, standing up. He was a good four or five inches taller than Harry, and rather intimidating, especially with a smirk plastered across his face. "Potter, what the hell is wrong with you? Get the hell away from our table before I hex the shit out of you, okay?" Ron said, the smirk on his face turning into a scowl.
"But Ron..." Harry started.
"Get away you bloody moron," Ron said, pushing Harry on the shoulder. Harry looked down at Ginny. "Ginny, we're friends, right?" Ginny just snorted with laughter, a smirk identical to Ron's on her face. Harry looked back and forth between the both of them. Could this mean... they really were his enemies?
"Go on Potter, go! Get your filthy blood-traitor self AWAY from our table!" Ron said, pushing Harry again. Completely dumbfounded, Harry finally realized that half of the kids at the Slytherin and Hufflepuff tables were staring at him like he had just landed in a spaceship. Slowly Harry began to back away. It wasn't like him to run from a fight but... he could've sworn Ron and Ginny were some of his best friends...
Not knowing what to do, Harry turned and headed for the doors of the Great Hall. He could hear some scattered laughter and whispers as he left. He felt his face turning red. What was he doing? Draco and Pansy were his friends, not Ron and Ginny! Why did he think they were? What was wrong with him?
Harry began walking aimlessly down the hall. He was a bit distracted and confused, and wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He rounded a corner rather quickly and ran smack into someone. Books, parchment, and quills went flying everywhere as Harry fell to the floor opposite the person he ran into. His glasses askew, Harry groaned and rubbed his head.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," said a rushed voice. "I'm in a dreadful hurry. Are you alright?"
"Yeah... yeah sorry. It was my fault not yours," Harry said, fixing his glasses and sitting up. There he came face-to-face with a familiar looking girl with bushy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a Ravenclaw school uniform. "Hermione?" Harry said dumbfounded. That's right. He had another best friend besides Ron... but Ron wasn't his friend.
"Uh... yeah that's me," Hermione said, quickly whipping out her wand and ordering all of her books and parchment back into her schoolbag.
"Hermione it's me! It's Harry!" Harry said, standing up. Hermione looked up at him like he had just slapped her.
"Uh, yeah. I know," Hermione said. "Now if you'll please excuse me, I have to get to class..."
"No, no!" Harry said, blocking Hermione from going anywhere. "It's me! It's Harry! You know... we're best friends, right?" Hermione stared.
"Uh... we're in the same year. But I wouldn't say we're best friends, or even friends for that matter. More like aquaintences," Hermione said politely, trying to push past him again.
"No! Me, you, and Ron Weasley! We're best friends! We're in Gryffindor... or at least I thought we were..." Harry trailed off. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"Look Potter, I don't have time for this. You obviously had a bad dream, or maybe you're just messing around. Whatever the case, I don't have time for it," Hermione said, sounding exhausted. "Now if you'll please excuse me, I have a class to get to," Hermione pushed past Harry in an indignant huff, leaving him standing in the middle of the hallway completely dumbfounded, once again.
"Harry!" came a cry from across the hallway. Harry whirled around and faced Draco and Pansy once again. "Harry, what has gotten into you? Honestly?"
"Come on mate, pull yourself together!" Draco said, shaking him on the shoulder. Harry looked from Draco to Pansy and back again. They honestly, genuinely looked scared and concerned for him... but why couldn't Harry remember their friendship?
"Do you guys... promise me that we're friends? We always have been? This isn't some kind of trick or something?" Harry said slowly.
"Yes of course! We'd never, ever trick you like this Harry!" Pansy said.
"Yeah, mate! We've been friend for ages, I swear!" Draco said, Pansy nodding in agreement. Harry sighed.
"All right... all right guys. I'll cut this out. It's just weird. I can't explain it. You guys are my friends but I just... I don't know. I keep thinking you're not and that other people are..." Harry shook his head violently, and then looked back up at Draco and Pansy. "But never mind! All better, see?" Harry said, smiling widely. Draco and Pansy exchanged nervous glances.
"Okay Harry. That's great. All back to normal," Pansy said. Draco nodded.
"Off to charms then?" Draco said. Harry nodded.
"Oh yeah, very excited to see Professor Flitwick today..." Harry started. Draco and Pansy stared at him. "I mean... not Flitwick..." Harry said, catching on. He had to remember not to talk until he figured things out...
"It's Professor Hagrid," Pansy said slowly, turning and heading off in the direction of charms class.
"Oh yeah, right! Haha, just messing with you guys!" Harry said, patting Draco and Pansy on the back. Draco smiled and laughed a little more easily than Pansy. And together the three friends walked off to charms class...