Draco and Harry entered the small village of Toran. They wandered through the streets till they found a local inn. Luckily Harry had enough gold to pay for a room. After they settled into the room, Harry and Draco crawled into their beds. Once the light was out they sat in complete silence for a long time. Sleep eventually invaded the young boy's minds.

Upon awakening Draco heard Harry talking to someone unfamiliar in the hallway. Draco crawled out of bed and hastily clothed himself. Draco emerged into the hallway to see Harry discussing their location to a rather unusual looking muggle. Harry exclaimed to Draco that they were only several miles from home. They decided to leave right away.

The trip home was a silent one, and it had just hit them that Lupin was dead. As they walked onto the school grounds Hagrid rushed toward them.

"Boys! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Hagrid rambled without even taking a breath.

"We have been searching for you, and Dumbledore if freaking out!..." He inhaled sharply. Then he rushed them inside. Dumbledore was filled with relief at the site of them, but their faces made him worried.

"Headmaster...Lupin is...dead..." They handed him their wands. He listened to Lupin's message intently. Dumbledore looked back to his students.

"Go now and rest...we will handle this in the morning." Harry turned to leave, but Draco stayed behind. As soon as Harry closed the door Draco began.

"I know this is not the time nor the place sir, but I wanted to know if anything more is known about the sorting hat sir?"

"As a matter of fact Mr. Malfoy, the hat did say that he had a terrible headache after your sorting...shall we try again?" Draco was slightly taken back at this. He had not intended to this for a little while longer.

"Yes, sir." Dumbledore had Draco sit down, and he walked to a shelf. He pulled the sorting hat down and walked over to Draco.

"Ready?" Draco nodded, and the hat was placed on his head.

"Draco Malfoy...I have talked with you once before have I not?" Draco again nodded.

"Dumbledore seems to think someone may have cursed me, but I find that impossible...hmm...I am not seeing any Slytherin in you what so ever boy...This cannot be! Was I deceived?" There was a long silence. The sorting hat began to talk with a tone of disbelief.

"Gry...Gryffindor!" Draco smirked lightly, and removed the hat from his head.

"There you go Draco...The password to the Gryffindor tower is Patronus...Get some rest..." Draco left the office and walked toward the Gryffindor tower. He suddenly became very nervous. He walked up to the portrait, and began to explain but she interrupted.

"Malfoy I assume? Dumbledore has already let me know...Password?"

"Patronus..." The fat lady swung open and Draco climbed in. There sitting in the common room was Harry. He jumped up as Draco entered.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?"

"The sorting hat was under a spell as well...I am a true Gryffindor..." Draco blushed nervously. Harry sat back down, and seemed to understand completly.

"Oh...well then...welcome to Gryffindor." Harry offered Draco the seat next to him, and Draco took it. They sat there and watched the fire together in silence for a few hours, before Harry led Draco upstairs.

"G'night."

"Night."