Summary: Harry travels back in time to change the future, but something doesn't go exactly the way he planned. Neville is the boy who lived.
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Chapter 4
He's not coming home now
"I am not telling Dumbledore or anyone about who I really am. I don't need them. I can find out how to get out of here by myself, but for that I need to stop playing and start researching what happened to the other Harry and every single different thing there is from what I know" Harry said to himself once he was alone in his room.
It had been 3 days of detention with Snape already, and it made his days even worse than what they had been.
He had been living in the library when he wasn't in detention, or class, trying to find a way to get out of there. He was starting to think that suicide was his best option. He didn't have anything, or anyone to go back to anyway, and he wasn't wanted here either.
He had visited the library, again for several ocassions, to try to find more information about the Lestranges.
There was no record of the Lestrange's trials. He was hoping they were thrown into Azakaban without a trial just like Sirius had been, and not because there had been corruption in the Ministry and they had been let go.
For what he had watched this days, Neville was a lot more confidant than in his world. He still looked a little lost, as if he had no idea what he was doing, and maybe as if he didn't really like all the attention. At least, that is what Harry thought.
Ron was something he couldn't figure out, when he was with the Gryffindors he was the same Ron he remembered, but when he was anywhere near him, he became an angry and malicious person.
He hadn't been able to find Hermione anywhere, until he went to the library. He had had to know that is where he would find her, but it was weird. She was always there, even more than what he remembered, and she was always alone. When he had tried to talk to her, she had snapped at him, and asked for Harry not to talk to her again.
Dumbledore was impossible to talk to. Not at all what he remembered about him. The only one that was just the same as he remembered, was Snape.
Malfoy had confused him at first, but he was exactly like he remembered now. The arrogant spoiled brat, at least this way, he wouldn't treat him almost as a friend, unconsciously.
He had gotten a letter from his parents the day after Danielle had sent him one.
Harry
A Slytherin? What have we done wrong? You bring shame to the family!
Your mother just hit me in the head.
We are proud of you and love you no matter what. Even if you were sorted in the snake's house.
I am so sorry for you, since you have to see Snivellus all the time. You know him as Professor Snape. I have to tell you that story someday.
We miss you very much and are counting the days 'til the winter holidays to see you again.
Danielle misses you too, and Sirius wants a full recollection of all the pranks you have pulled since you were there.
Don't forget to write him too. I'm sure he wants to hear from you.
Write everyday.
Your mom says hi too.
James Potter
Even after that letter, he didn't feel right. He felt as if his parents had said that only to make him feel better, because parents were supposed to do that. He just knew they didn't really mean a word they wrote.
It just didn't feel honest, not that he really knew his father to say that. That was just how it felt.
Attention all first years
Flying lessons will be held at the school grounds at morning Wednesday September 10th.
Classes will be suspended for that hour.
Please be sure to ask Madame Hooch for the exact hour for your House.
A notice had been put in every common room, for all the first years to see.
It was all everyone could talk about during breakfast, lunch, dinner and class. All the time.
Harry had read that notice 2 days ago, and was excited about it. Not that he was excited about learning how to fly. He already knew that. He was excited about being in a broom and not thinking about anything. He needed to feel like the world was not out to get him.
He was acting like a broding teenager again.
Walking towards the grounds, he noticed he was having the lesson with the Gryffindors. He just hoped things didn't happen like the first time he had had flying lessons.
He wasn't looking forward to becoming the Slytherin's seeker and having Flint as a captain.
Not that there wasn't a chance Snape would get him expelled, instead of rewarded with Quidditch.
"Everyone stand close to a broom. Put your hand over it and say –UP-" Madame Hooch commanded, once everyone had arrived at class.
Several people could be heard yelling –up-, some frustrated, some sounding a little nervous, other apprehensive, and some others scared.
Only three people had made the broom move on the first time.
Only Harry and Draco Malfoy had made it come straight to their hands. Only Theodore Nott had been able to get a reaction, even if it wasn't the desired one.
"Luck" Malfoy said, in a disdain voice towards Harry.
"Talent" Harry responded, in the same type of voice as Draco.
"If you haven't managed to command your broom to your hands yet, just grab it from the floor and practice on your free time" Madame Hooch told the class.
Several boys and girls had to grab their brooms from the floor.
"Now get one leg over your broom, and hover in the sky just a few inches from the ground, and then come back down" Madame Hooch said.
"Want to have some fun?" Malfoy asked Nott in a whisper, one that Harry was able to hear.
Nott smirked, and Malfoy took out his wand pointing it at Neville Longbottom. Just when he was about to say a curse, Harry moved his arm and the curse flew above everyone. No one even noticed it.
They all got back into what Madame Hooch was explaining. Malfoy and Nott glaring at Harry all the time.
Ron fell off his broom, but since he was only a few inches from the ground nothing major happened.
Madame Hooch ordered everyone back on the ground immediately.
"Someone cursed me!" Ron yelled at Madame Hooch.
"Wands aren't allowed in this class Mr. Weasley" Madame Hooch told him.
"Well someone obviously didn't care about the rule" Ron told her "I bet it was Malfoy and his friends" Ron accused.
"Mr. Malfoy, did you throw a curse towards Mr. Weasley?" Madame Hooch turned towards Draco, waiting for an answer to her question.
"No Madame Hooch, Harry did" Draco pointed at Harry.
"I did not" Harry defended himself.
"Empty your pockets Mr. Potter" Madame Hooch ordered.
Harry did as he was told.
"Why do you have your wand?" Madame Hooch asked him.
"I don't like to leave it" Harry answered.
"You can't feel so dependent towards it after only one week of having it, Mr. Potter" Madame Hooch said.
"I didn't curse Ron" Harry defended himself.
"Yes he did" Ron accused.
"I saw him Madame Hooch" Draco said, smirking at Harry, but making sure Madame Hooch wouldn't see him.
"You can do priori incantatem if that would help" Harry handed his wand to the flying instructor.
"A little advance for an eleven year old, Mr. Potter" Madame Hooch took Harry's wand, and perform the spell.
Harry didn't take notice of the spells that came out of the wand when the teacher performed the spell, but rather to the wand itself.
It was darker than he remember. It was almost black, and longer.
He estimated maybe one and a half or two inches longer, than what he knew his holly wand was.
"Mr. Potter, the last spell in your wand is the Hurling Hex" Madame Hooch said, a little surprised.
"The what?" Harry asked taken aback.
"I've never heard of that spell" Pansy said, hoping to get an explanation from the flying instructor. She didn't like not knowing something, that obviously someone she thought was inferior than her, knew.
"It is a spell use to cause brooms to vibrate violently. Usually to get the brooms to throw their riders off. It is an advance spell for a first year. If Mr. Weasley hadn't been mere inches from the ground, he could have been seriously hurt" Madame Hooch said in a controlled voice.
"I didn't do the spell, I don't know how to do the spell" Harry said, trying to comprehend what was going on, "that is not my wand" Harry pointed at the wand Madame Hooch was holding.
"You just handed it to me Mr. Potter" the instructor told him.
"But it's not my wand" Harry said
"Then, where is your wand?" Madame Hooch asked.
"I don't know, I always have it with me" Harry answered.
"Whose wand is this Mr. Potter?" Madame Hooch asked showing the wand.
"I've never seen it before" Harry told her.
"What is your wand made of Mr. Potter?" Madame Hooch asked.
"11 inches long, made of holly, with a phoenix feather as its core" Harry stated.
"It sounds like a powerful combination" Madame Hooch said.
"Is it possible for different wizards to have the same type of wand?" someone asked.
Madame Hooch looked behind her, before answering, "There can be wands that are made of the same type of wood, even core, but they are never exactly the same. Maybe the wood was given by different trees and so on"
"I have a wand that is 11 inches long, with holly wood and the core is a phoenix feather" the same voice as before said, "I just never knew wizards could describe their wands the same way. I thought they were all unique"
Harry hadn't known that was possible either. who had a wand just like his? Harry thought, but couldn't see who it was, though he was sure that somehow he already knew.
"Your wand is 11 inches long, made of holly wood and has a phoenix feather as a core?" Dumbledore asked the day after the incident in the flying lesson, which everyone still thought Harry had caused.
"Yes" Harry answered, getting frustrated after being asked for the fifth time the same question, and giving the same answer.
"I took the liberty of writing to Ollivander. He said he only had one wand with that description. He sold it to Mr. Longbottom, almost a month ago. Did you buy your wand somewhere else Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked with a hint of curiosity.
"No. I don't think so. I must have bought it at Ollivander's" Harry answered being confused.
"You are not sure?" Dumbledore asked, while using Legimancy.
"I am sure that is illegal, or at least a breach of privacy" Harry stated, looking right into the Headmasters eyes, taking Dumbledore by surprise, which he hadn't been able to hide.
"I am sorry Harry" Dumbledore said, without sounding sincere.
"Is Mr. Potter" Harry answered a little hurt, though not surprised.
He stood up and walked out of the Headmaster's office.
Right after Harry got out of the Headmaster's office, he thought it would be prudent to write to his parents and asked them about his wand. There was something he didn't understand.
Still, having time before curfew, he walked straight to the owelry looking for Hedwig, but when he got there, he couldn't find her anywhere.
Thinking she must have gone out hunting, even thought the moon hadn't even risen yet, he went towards a brown school owl.
Harry took out a piece of parchment, ink and a quill from his bag that he still had over his shoulders.
He just stared at the parchment intensely for several minutes. He didn't know how to ask for the information he needed to know without sounding like he was going crazy, and consequently, get him entered into the permanent ward of St. Mungos.
Thinking it would better if he didn't get into to much detail, he made a quick small note with a short excuse, and wrote the questions he wanted answered.
Mom and Dad,
Something strange happened yesterday during flying lessons. I lost my wand and I can't seem to find it.
Where my wand should have been, there was a completely different one, that I am sure was put there to incriminate me on something that happened during the lesson.
Don't worry, nothing life and death threatening.
This is going to sound strange, but because of all the stress I've been into, I am experiencing temporary memory loss.
Could you please answer some questions for me?
Where did I buy my wand?
When did I buy it?
What was it made of?
It is really important, please answer me soon.
Harry
Just as he finished the note he tied it to the owl's leg and told it to wait for an answer. Knowing full well the owl would do as it was told, he put the remaining parchment, ink and the quill back into his bag. He threw it over his shoulder, and walked towards the school.
He wanted to get to his room before curfew, so he could get some minutes alone, before the other first year slyhterins got there.
It was almost a week since his detention with Snape had started, and he already wished he hadn't made Snape make it into three weeks. He really wanted it to be over.
He was outside Snape's office, ready to knock at the door and start this day's detention, curious as to how much he could delay going in.
"Come in" Snape said, after Harry knock three times.
Harry walked in, opening the door slowly, and closing it behind him. Just like everyday.
"I hear you got away with trying to hurt a Gryffindor. Very Slytherin of you" Snape said, without looking away from the papers in his desk.
"I didn't hurt Ron" Harry stated, standing in front of the potion's master desk, without moving a muscle.
"Very good liar. I think the rest of the Slytherins might have underestimated you" Snape continued, obviously not believing Harry, "How have you managed without a wand this past days?"
"I've managed" Harry answered.
Harry had been forced to use every secret passage he knew in school, just to be able to get from one place to another without getting accidentally hurt, when just by coincidence a Slytherin was near by. Draco had made sure of passing the word out, about Harry not having a wand.
Harry had been wishing ever since to have the Marauders' map with him. As far as he knew, the Weasley twins had it. He was sure they wouldn't hand it to a Slytherin, even if said Slytherin claimed to be a marauders son.
"How are you planning on getting it back from the Headmaster?" Snape asked.
"That is not my wand" Harry answered.
"Sticking to your story" Snape, for the first time since Harry had walked into his office, looked at him, "You know what to do" Snape said, referring to his detention, and went back to what he was doing before Harry walked in. Treating Harry as if he wasn't there, just like every detention he'd had until now.
The question had been confusing, usually Snape didn't care about anything that had to do with him. In this world, he was hated by Snape even more than in his world. It must have been the fact that James was still alive and still married to Lily. Or the fact that Sirius had yet to be punished for what he had done to him so many years ago. Both of them knew he would never be punished. Whatever the reason was, Snape didn't hate him like before. He loathed him.
Harry went straight to the corner of the room where several old cauldrons were, which Harry had to clean without using magic. If he hadn't know that using magic could have dire consequences when you were dealing with potions' ingredients, he would have been angry at having to do it by hand.
After two hours of complete silence, Snape was the one that broke it.
"What was that Mr. Potter?" Snape asked, with an angry expression, making Harry look at him startled by the sudden noise.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked.
"What did you just say?" Snape asked again.
"I haven't said a word" Harry answered.
"I heard you Mr. Potter" Snape stood up from his chair, losing control of his temper.
"I haven't said a word" Harry tried again.
"You just recited the ingredients, and procedure, of making a very dark potion" Snape said.
"But I haven't said anything" Harry tried one more time.
"I heard you Mr. Potter. You recited it looking straight into my eyes" Snape yelled.
"But I…" Harry was trying to defend himself, when Snape interrupted and ordered him to get out of his office.
Harry let the caldrons exactly where they were, got up quickly and got out without looking back.
"What was that?" Harry asked himself "Was Snape going mad?"
Harry.
Temporary memory loss because of stress?
That is not normal! I want you to go straight to Madame Pompfrey and explain exactly what is going on. It could be very dangerous.
Maybe it would be better if we take you to St. Mungos.
Did you hit your head?
Did you eat something weird?
Have you felt nauseous?
Are you prompt on getting dizzy?
Maybe, you hit you head, lost your wand, and can't remember.
Maybe a pensieve would help?
They are hard to obtain, but maybe Professor Dumbledore knows who has one.
I should go see you.
We are going to go see you and ask Madame Pompfrey exactly what is going on.
Don't worry Harry. Everything will be all right.
What was the incident that happened in flying lessons?
What are being accused of?
We bought your wand one week before you went to Hogwarts at Ollivanders, just like your father and I did when we were your age.
It took you almost 10 minutes, but you finally found the perfect wand, though Ollivander would say the wand found you.
It was 13 inches long, willow wood with fairy dust as core.
I hope this helps you find it.
We will see you soon.
Please take care of yourself.
Mom
He didn't have his Holly wand. Neville had it.
His wand was the one that he had given to Madame Hooch.
He needed to ask for it back, which would surely bring a lot of questions, to which he had no answers.
How did that spell came after priori incantantem without him ever performing it? Who had used his wand without him noticing?
And now, he had his mother thinking he had a very serious illness.
How was he supposed to explain his memory loss, without having any physical, or emotional sign of being ill, or having a health problem.
"You forgot this was your wand?" Dumbledore asked, holding the wand Harry had said wasn't his.
Sticking with the story he had given to his mother, he said, "I think I'm suffering memory loss. There are several things I can't seem to remember"
"That could be serious Mr. Potter" Dumbledore looked concerned, "You even imagined you had a different wand. Neville's wand to be exact"
"I must be going crazy" Harry smiled, hoping that would be the only explanation Dumbledore would need.
"You should go to Madame Pompfrey" Dumbledore made it sound like a suggestion, but they both knew, was more of an order.
"I think I will. Mom wants me to do just that, anyway" Harry promised.
"We would have to talk about you performing a spell that could have harm one of your students" Dumbledore changed his expression into one that looked disappointed.
"I didn't hurt Ron" Harry stated.
"Your wand says otherwise" Dumbledore said.
"I didn't know wands could talk" Harry looked surprised, at which Dumbledore chuckled lightly.
"It would be a very interesting thing, wouldn't it? But no, wands unfortunately can't talk" Dumbledore said.
"I know it looks bad. But I really didn't do the spell that hurt Ron" Harry defended himself.
"It is always better to tell the truth" Dumbledore took the disappointed look again, "I am sorry to say, Mr. Potter, that what you did is very serious. The fact that you won't accept it, makes it sad. You are going to be on probation for the rest of your first year"
"What does that mean?" Harry asked, knowing full well that he had no way of proving it hadn't been him.
"If in this time, you do anything to put you or any other student or faculty in harm. You are going to be suspended, depending on what you do, maybe even expelled" Dumbledore said seriously, with no twinkle visible in his eyes.
The day had started just like every other day. He woke up early morning, yet all of the other first year boys weren't in the dorm anymore.
He took a bath and went straight to breakfast, where everyone acted as if he was something that smelled awful. Something they just couldn't get rid off.
"Perfect, double Potions" Harry said, not sounding at all excited, not that anyone was paying attention to him anyway.
Harry walked by himself towards the dungeons, where the potions class was always held, and walked into it 2 minutes before the bell rang.
Even if things hadn't change between him and the rest of his house, things weren't as bad as when they had first started.
He didn't really were friends with any of them, but at least they had stopped acting as if he didn't exist.
"Hi Ron" Harry greeted the Gryffindor once he entered the room, with Neville and the rest of the first year lions. He didn't want to give up on his red-haired friend anymore than on his bushy-haired friend. They had helped him so much. He had missed them for years.
He wanted to work through the fact that Ron still thought Harry had cursed him.
The story that was going around the school was, that Ron had been showing off his wonderful flying skills, and Harry had been jealous. Saying he should be the one that should have been able to fly like that, since his father had been the best chaser Gryffindor had ever had, and his godfather had been the best beater, until the Weasley twins.
Being so blinded by jealousy, Harry had cast a curse at Ron.
Ron had fell from very high in the sky, and by some divine intervention, hadn't gotten even a scratch.
Harry, not thinking straight, had said his wand wasn't his, and now he had no wand.
A story, Harry thought, was very stupid, but for some reason everyone believed it to be the truth.
"Aaaah!" Harry screamed, missing the confused look on Ron's face
"Who pinched me?" Harry asked angrily.
"You have to be the worst Slytherin ever" Daphne stated, walking pass him, and not giving him a second glance.
"Who pinched me?" Harry asked again, acting as if he hadn't heard Daphne.
"Mr. Potter is there something wrong?" Snape asked, not really wanting to know the answer. Once he had entered the room, he looked at him with obvious animosity.
"Someone pinched me" Harry told his head of house.
"Everyone take a place in front of a cauldron" Snape told the class, not really listening, or caring, about whatever had happened to Harry.
Knowing full well, Snape would do nothing to find out who had pinched him, he took a place next to Blaise, who moved as far as he could from Harry, while still staying in the same desk.
Not really in the mood about anything, he didn't put any attention in the class, something Snape didn't miss and wouldn't let pass.
"Am I boring you Mr. Potter?" Snape asked, standing just mere inches away from him.
"Personal space" Harry stated, not feeling at all comfortable with Snape so close to him.
"What was that Mr. Potter?" Snape asked, a vein popping out from his forehead.
"Potions it's an art, every single ingredient has to be perfect, there is nothing boring about the subject. Sir." Harry answered seriously, not really meaning it. He had never liked potions.
"Cheekiness is not permitted in my class, Mr. Potter. One point from Slytherin." Snape said for the class to hear, and walked to his desk, making sure of not looking at Harry for the rest of the lesson.
Silence, as always, was prominent in the room. Not soon enough, the class was over, and it was time for them to go back to the Great Hall to have lunch.
"First class of the day, and you've already cost us a point Potter" Pansy protested, while they walked towards lunch.
"Imagine how many I will lose by the end of the day" Harry answered, acting as if he were scared.
Pansy humphed and walked faster, the rest of the slytherin first years, trailing behind her. Harry received a dirty look from each one.
Harry walked in into the Great Hall and a horrible sight met him. Something that actually took him by surprise. What surprised him most, was that it took him by surprise.
"No one asked you mudblood! Why don't you go and bury your nose in a book or something" Draco told, all the venom dripping from his words.
Feeling hurt, Hermione ran out of the Great Hall. She kept trying to hide the tears that were coming fast from her eyes, from everyone.
"Hermione wait!" Harry called after her, trying to catch on to her.
Hermione didn't stop or looked behind. She kept running forward, until she found a door, opened it and walked inside.
Harry followed her trying to calm her down.
"Hermione don't listen to a word he said" Harry started to try to comfort her, when he saw her shocked face.
Then he heard it, several things taken a full breath behind him, and low growls.
Slowly, he turned around and saw something he had forgotten he had once seen.
"Hermione get out slowly" Harry ordered her while staying in front of her, as to protect her as much as he could.
Once he heard Hermione's footsteps getting out of the room, he slowly walked out, just in time as the huge three-headed dog pounce to where they had just been standing.
They ran as fast as they could from the third floor, and were out of breath for several minutes, before they could even think about what had just happened.
"I forgot about Fluffy" Harry said to himself between breaths. Feeling stupid to actually have forgotten something that important.
"About who?" Hermione asked.
"No one" Harry answered.
"Who is Fluffy?" Hermione asked, not giving up.
"The dog that almost killed us" Harry answered in hushed voice.
"I would call it anything but Fluffy" Hermione exclaimed.
"It's its' name" Harry told her.
"How do you know that?" Hermione asked.
"It is Hagrid's" Harry told her
"Hagrid told you its' name?" Hermione asked him in disbelief.
"Yes" Technically Hagrid had told him, just not the same Hagrid Hermione thought.
"Why did Draco call you that awful name?" Harry tried to change the subject. It worked.
"Like he needs a reason" Hermione huffed "Why is it so bad to not have parents who are wizards?" Hermione asked teary eyed, not really expecting an answer.
"It is not bad. You are going to be the best witch in our generation. My mother was the best witch of hers, and she was muggleborn too. Wizards are just too scared of what they don't understand" Harry explained, trying to comfort her.
"I thought I was, at last, someplace where I belonged" Hermione said in a whisper.
"You belong. Don't let anyone tell you you don't" Harry told her looking straight into her eyes, hoping she would believe it, because he knew it was true.
"Why are you being so nice?" Hermione asked.
"Why shouldn't I be?" Harry asked back.
"You are a slytherin and I am a mud.. muggleborn" Hermione told him.
"A house doesn't make you prejudice. You decide to be prejudice. I told you, my mother is muggleborn" Harry explained.
"Thank you" Hermione told him sincerely.
Harry just smiled.
"I shouldn't have reacted like that, but it wasn't the first time someone has called me.. that" Hermione looked down, looking sad again.
"And unfortunately he won't be the last" Harry told her with a sad gaze.
"I am going to show them I belong here" Hermione stated.
"It doesn't matter what they think, it matters what you think. If you want to show anyone anything, show yourself" Harry told her.
"I am sorry" Hermione pleaded.
"Sorry for what?" Harry asked surprised.
"For being so mean to you. I thought you would be like everyone else with the green scarves. You were nice to me before we got sorted, I shouldn't have thought you wouldn't be exactly like that after being sorted. It was prejudice of me" Hermione explained.
"It was. You shouldn't do what you don't want others to do to you" Harry lectured her, hiding the fact that it was the first time he had ever lectured Hermione, in any life.
"Mom always says that" Hermione said.
"Your mom is very smart" Harry smiled.
"Friends?" Hermione asked, holding out her hand for him to shake.
"Friends" Harry took her hand "Happy belated birthday"
"How did you know?" Hermione asked and Harry just shrugged.
In a way, his best friend was back.
"Did you see the trapdoor?" Hermione asked while they were walking back towards the Great Hall.
"The one the dog was standing on?" Harry asked.
"You did notice it! Fluffy must be a guard dog!" Hermione started getting excited.
"Why else would they have that in a school?" Harry asked, never letting his smile waver.
"Well obviously. It is too dangerous. It has to be something important" Hermione said.
"What does?" Harry asked.
"Whatever the dog is guarding" Hermione stated.
"Why not investigate? It could be fun!" Harry exclaimed. He already knew what the dog was guarding, why it was guarding, who wanted to steal it and how to get to it. He just wanted more excuses to spend time with Hermione.
What better way than doing what she loved the most? Researching.
"We should ask Hagrid" Hermione said.
"Why?" Harry asked bewildered.
"Fluffy is his, he must know what his dog is guarding. Don't you think?" Hermione asked.
"True we should visit Hagrid. I am sure he will love that" Harry said, now knowing how much he missed his giant, first friend.
"You should ask him if we can go for tea someday this week" Hermione said.
"I will do that right now" Harry told her, and ran towards the owelry, to find Hedwig.
Once he got there he couldn't find Hedwig.
Hedwig like to hunt in the night and the sun was still up.
Promising himself he would investigate it, he reached for a school owl and attached a note he had written before he started looking for Hedwig, asking Hagrid if Hermione and him could visit during the week.
He was sure Hagrid would say yes.
Random Facts:
I know Harry is out of character, it is part of the story, it is supposed to be like that.
This Snape hates even more James and Sirius, so he hates even more Harry, so if the Slytherin house already hates Harry, taking points away would make them hate Harry even more doesn't it?
Harry has been alone for years, his only goal in life had been to kill, even if the one supposed to be killed was Voldemort, no, I don't think Harry should know exactly what to do every time or how to act, quite the opposite, I think he wouldn't know what to do in common daily problems.
Hermione's birthday is on September 19
Date: 10th, 11th, 12t, 19th, 20th September 1991
Reviews are welcomed.