A/N: So here is a longer chapter. Hopefully this will appease most of you for having taken so long to get the previous chapter out. I also just found out that I was not accepting anonymous reviews, so I am sorry for that! However, I am happy to have gotten so many reviews without allowing the anonymous reviews! Thanks for all the support! Hopefully you will all enjoy this chapter!

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Love in a Shadow

Chapter 05: A Time for Changes

Mrs. Weasley was yelling for all of her children to hurry down to the kitchen. It was time for the Potter's birthday celebration for Victoria. The entire Weasley family was always invited because Ron and Victoria had become good friends over the years. This year was an extra large celebration because Victoria was turning 11 years old, and had just received her Hogwarts letter. So the Potters were throwing an extravaganza for their daughter.

Ginny had been sitting on her bed when she heard her mom call. She had been writing in her diary, like she always did, about plain and boring things in her life. However, the final note she wrote in her diary was:

Maybe this year I will be able to see Harry again…

Ever since the party three years ago, Ginny had kept looking for Harry at the annual party, but had not seen him since. She always asked Mrs. Potter where Harry was when she got to the house. Every time Ginny asked, Mrs. Potter's expression held a tone of sadness, and she told Ginny that Harry was at a summer camp. Ginny was always confused by Mrs. Potter's reaction. She couldn't understand why she would be sad that her son was at a summer camp. Ginny just wished that this year he wasn't at summer camp because she really wanted to meet. For some reason, ever since she had seen him at the party three years, she felt almost a dire need to meet him, and she just wished that her mom hadn't told her that they needed to leave right when she was about to introduce herself. Then she finally thought to herself, "Hopefully he has made some friends at his summer camp. He looked like he really needed some…"

With that final thought, Ginny ran down stairs to head to the Potter's birthday blast for Victoria…

It was Harry's 11th birthday, and he had just got a Hogwarts letter. He had been expecting the letter was coming, so he got up early every morning and waited for the mail so he could grab the letter before his aunt and uncle could find it, and hide it somewhere safe. The founders had discussed that it would be necessary for Harry to go to Hogwarts, not to learn, but for him to protect the school. After all, he was the heir of the school and it was his job to take care of it and protect it and its occupants from danger.

The day after he received his Hogwarts letter, Harry decided to go buy his books. The letter said that they could be found at Diagon Alley, and even though he didn't know that where that was, he had been there before and focused on what he remembered of it. It was a Thursday morning when Harry decided to go and the house had been empty so nobody would miss him. Uncle Vernon was at work, Dudley was at his baseball game, and Aunt Petunia was watching Dudley at the game. Harry was supposed to be locked in the cupboard, so nobody would know he was missing, and the only reason the Dursley's would care would be because they needed him to do their chores.

Harry appeared in the middle of a plaza, in a hustling crowd of people all wearing cloaks. He could see the shops were clearly using magic in the advertisements, or even just to keep the store standing up, and he knew he was in the right place. However, he needed money for his supplies, and he remembered that his parents would go to Gringotts. Harry quickly spun in a circle, and he quickly spotted the enormous stone building with "GRINGOTTS" written above the giant entrance. He quickly headed towards the bank to get money. He wasn't surprised to see all the goblins working in the bank. He had read about them in a book somewhere. So he quickly walked up to the main desk to talk to the regal looking creatures.

Harry slowly walked up to the desk, and while looking up at a goblin, he said in soft voice, "Excuse me? I need to get money for my school supplies."

The goblin didn't bother looking at Harry, and replied in a raspy voice, "Name?"

"Harry Potter, sir."

"Do you have your key and vault number?"

"N-No, sir."

The goblin looked down at the child, confused as to what this boy expected without his key and vault number. "Then how do you expect to get to your vault?"

"I…I don't know sir." Harry said quietly. "I was hoping that, maybe, you could help me find it."

The goblin smiled a toothy grin at Harry. "Well, I cannot get you access to your vault. However, if you have your school letter, we can give you some of the money from the scholarship vault that helps assist schoolchildren who cannot afford the books on their own." He said slowly. He then gave Harry a calculating look, "Do you have your letter?"

Harry nodded his head vigorously and then pulled his letter out to show the goblin. "Here it is!" Harry said, handing it to the goblin.

The goblin took the letter, and nodded his head. "Excellent. I will be right back." And with that the goblin headed to a private sector of the bank.

Harry stood at the desk waiting patiently. He couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was in Diagon Alley. He could feel the magic radiating off of everybody and everything. He had missed that feeling, and he looked forward to re-entering the wizarding world.

The goblin finally returned with a small bag. "In this bag is enough money for you to get your books, most likely used, two sets of robes, and whatever other miscellaneous items your classes will demand."

"Thank you for all your help sir!" Harry exclaimed with a huge grin on his face. "What is your name, sir?"

The goblin was a little surprised, to say the least. "It is Griphook." He said with a toothy grin.

"Thank you Griphook." Harry said delightedly, and quickly headed off to buy his school supplies.

Harry made his way around Diagon Alley, buying all the books he needed (almost all used), and he quickly made his way to Madam Malkin's to get his two (used robes, there really wasn't very much money in the fund). As Harry was being measured, he was standing next to a young blonde boy. Harry, who was not very outgoing, decided to look at his feet for most of the time lest he get in an awkward conversation. However, it appeared that this boy was going to talk to him no matter what.

"Good afternoon, I'm Draco Malfoy. Are you going to Hogwarts next year?"

Harry looked at Malfoy for a second. He got a weird feeling from Draco. Harry decided to say as little as possible. "Yes. I will be a first year."

Draco nodded. "Me too. What is your name?"

"Harry."

Draco seemed to want more than that, but Harry never continued so Draco picked up the slack. "Do you have any idea what house you will be in?"

"I'm not sure." And he wasn't. It was going to be wherever Victoria Potter went.

"Well, I'm going to be in Slytherin. The Malfoy's have always been in Slytherin for innumerable generations. I want to keep the good name of the Malfoy family as well. And, my father said that if I get into to Slytherin, he will buy me a broom, even though brooms aren't allowed for first years." Draco paused, looking thoughtful before he continued his self-appraisal. "I don't see any reason why I wouldn't be put in Slytherin. It is the perfect house for me, and I just wouldn't want to be in any other house, especially not Gryffindor. Salazar Slytherin had the right idea with wanting to oust the Muggle-borns from Hogwarts!"

Harry looked at him with a calculating gaze. "Perhaps you are looking too much into the rumors of Salazar Slytherin." Harry said, knowing full well that at one point Salazar had wanted to ban all muggle-borns from Hogwarts…but that was because of previous traumatizing experiences with muggles. Once Salazar had been evicted from the castle for his extremist views, he had seen the good that lived in many muggles and changed his mind on original beliefs. However, Salazar never made a full public return to Hogwarts. Instead, he worked in the field for many business matters in regards to Hogwarts, and very few people knew of his endeavors for Hogwarts after he had been evicted from the castle.

Draco merely scoffed at Harry, but before he could make a retort, Madame Malkin had returned with both their robes, and checked them out.

Harry quickly bought the rest of his necessary items for school, and with his last bit of money (which he had left over since he bought everything second hand), he bought a beautiful snow owl that he named Hedwig. He finally made his way back to his cupboard at the Dursley's.

Ginny had been at the Potter's party for about an hour. She had been looking for Harry the entire time, and had finally decided it was time to ask Mrs. Potter…like she did every year.

Ginny found Mrs. Potter in the kitchen, working on some sort of appetizer assortment. She knew this was her chance to ask her where Harry was. "Hello, Mrs. Potter."

Lily looked over, surprise written on her face. "Oh, hello Ginny."

"I was wondering if Harry was here this year?"

Lily had a lost and forlorn look come over her. Every year Ginny would ask her this question, reminding her of what she did. And every year, it seemed to hurt more and more. But, as she always told herself, it was for the greater good. "I'm sorry Ginny. He is at summer camp again."

Ginny decided she wasn't going to give up yet. This still seemed rather weird to her. Why was Harry always gone on summer camp for his birthday? "What summer camp is he on? Is he having fun?"

Lily's eyes went wide, and she stuttered for a second. "He is in…He is in Australia. And yes, he is having a lot of…fun."

"What is he doing in Australia? It sounds really cool!" Ginny said feigning interest, and losing trust in Mrs. Potter every word she spoke.

"He is…you know, doing what boys do at summer camp."

"Oh, ok." Ginny said, not believing anything Mrs. Potter said, but knowing there was nothing she could do, which meant that she was stuck at a boring party for her brother's stuck up friend. Ginny never liked Victoria, and Victoria did not like Ginny. So it was mutual.

When Harry entered his dream, he quickly told all the founders about his trip to Diagon Alley.

Dream

"…and I went to Gringotts, and they gave me a scholarship fund to buy all my supplies—"

Merlin quickly interrupted. "I completely forgot to tell you! You don't need to use the fund. You have access to my vault, as you are my sole designated heir. Next year when you go back you can talk to the goblins and receive access to your vault. You can buy whatever you want with the money in there, and I think that when you go back you should look into getting some new clothes for yourself…"

Harry nodded in agreement and awe.

"So in reality Harry, you really didn't need that fund since you are the richest wizard in the world. However, nobody will ever know because my vault, The Vault of Merlin, Vault #1, is extremely private and only a few goblins are allowed access to the management files"

Harry stared in awe.

"Now Harry, let us finish up that Phoenix transformation. Find your center, and look inside yourself to find the power of the phoenix embedded within your core…"

End Dream

When August 31st finally rolled around, he told his aunt and uncle that he would be leaving, and hopefully not coming back. They were only too excited to get the freak out of the house. He teleported to King's Cross. He headed through the large building to find his station.

As he was between Station 5 and station 6, he saw a large group of redheads standing in front of a pillar. He thought he could overhear the mother talking about walking through wall, but he wasn't sure. He slowly walked over to a small girl who was standing off to the side, and tapped her on the shoulder. She quickly turned around and looked surprised to see a small boy standing in front of her. She quickly recognized that it was Harry Potter. The boy she had been waiting to meet all these years. However she was slightly confused because she had seen the Potters walk through the barrier with Victoria already. "Hi. I'm Harry. Um, I'm looking for the Hogwarts Express. Do you know how to get to it?"

Ginny quickly nodded. "You can just walk through with me." She said, grabbing Harry's hand. A spark running through each of their bodies, but both thinking it was simply static electricity. "I'm Ginny, by the way." She said as she dragged him through barrier. Harry just nodded in a dazed manner.

There the two stood staring in awe at the Hogwarts express. "Ginny! Ginny where are you!" A motherly voice was yelling.

"Oh! That's my mum. Hold on, Harry." Ginny said, as she began waving her arms help her mum find her.

Mrs. Weasley came running up to Ginny. "Ginny, don't run off like that!" Mrs. Weasley admonished.

"Sorry mum, but Harry didn't know how to go through the barrier."

"Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked in confusion.

"Hello, ma'am." Harry said in shy voice, putting out his hand towards Mrs. Weasley.

"Why hello dear! How nice it is to meet you! I am Mrs. Weasley. Are you going to Hogwarts this year?" She quickly replied, while shaking his hand.

Harry nodded his head. "Yeah, this is my first year ma'am."

"Oh how wonderful. My son Ronald is a first year as well." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed and the paused, "Where are your parents dear?"

"They couldn't be here, so they dropped me off at the station."

"Oh." Mrs. Weasley said, clearly confused as to why a parent would do that. However, before she could think about it, she noticed Fred and George causing a ruckus. "I must be off dear. Have a good year!"

"Sorry about my mum. She is a bit over the top." Ginny said, a light pink covering her cheeks.

"Your mum is wonderful. I wish my mum was like that." Harry exclaimed.

Ginny looked at Harry sadly. "You're Harry Potter, right?"

Harry looked surprised, and scared. How does she know? "How—"

"I saw you at Victoria's birthday party three years ago." She said. "I wanted to introduce myself because you looked so sad, but my mum told me it was time to go."

Harry nodded numbly.

"I've been trying to find you at the party since then, but your mum kept saying you were at summer camp."

Harry looked at her with a confused look on his face. "Summer camp?"

"Yeah, in Australia."

Harry put his head down. "I wasn't…"

"I didn't think so."

Harry quickly looked up, and right as he was about say something, the train whistle blew. He redirected the conversation. "So, should we get on the train?" Harry asked.

Ginny suddenly looked very depressed. "I don't get to go to until next year. I'm not old enough." She said dejectedly.

Harry was suddenly extremely depressed as well to hear that Ginny would not be accompanying him. But then an idea popped in his head. "Well, how about I write to you! I'll tell you all about it...and maybe we can be friends. That is…if you want to be friends!" Harry finished a scared tone.

Ginny suddenly hugged him. "That would be wonderful Harry! And of course I'll be your friend. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know." Harry mumbled softly, secretly relishing the warmth he felt from Ginny's hug.

"You're silly." Ginny giggled. "Well, you should get on the train. Have fun, and write soon!"

"Yeah, I sure will! Thanks Ginny!" Harry said. He quickly ran over to the train, while waving goodbye to his new friend, Ginny, who was waving right back with a smile on her face.

Harry walked down the halls of the train, looking for an empty compartment for him to sit in. Just as he thought all hope was lost, and every compartment was taken, he found an open one at the end of the last car. He quickly entered, and claimed the room for himself. As he sat alone in his compartment, he wished that Ginny was with him. She was his first real friend, and even then, they had only just met. Yet he felt comfortable around her, which was saying something after all his past experiences. He wished he could be in a compartment with other people, as well, just socializing and having fun. But he was too afraid to do that. As he sat there, wishing he had a friend, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Harry was rudely awakened a couple of hours later by a loud banging on his compartment door. He groggily got up and slid open the door. "Hello?" he asked, still not fully awake.

"Hi. Yes. I saw you sleeping, and I thought I would wake you up to let you know that will be arriving at Hogwarts soon." The new, bushy haired girl said.

"Thanks." Harry said, wiping at his tired eyes.

"I'm Hermione Granger by they way. I'm a first year. What year are you in?"

"I'm…Harry." He replied, deciding to keep his last name secret as long as possible. "I'm a first year as well."

"What house do you think you will be in? I heard Gryffindor is the best, but Ravenclaw is supposed to be the smartest. I can't decide where I want to go. I know I want the academic challenge, after all I read every book for the year already. But I am just not sure."

Harry couldn't believe how obsessed she was with her house. A house was a house. Everyone was still going to Hogwarts, and that's all that mattered in Harry's mind. "I'm not sure yet. But if you will excuse me, I must put my robes on. Hopefully I will see you around the castle?"

"Oh of course! Yes, I will see you around. Goodbye Harry." With that, Hermione quickly walked away, and left Harry to get dressed for the feast.

"Firs' Years over here!" A loud voice boomed.

Harry quietly followed the large group of first years as he headed towards the lake. Harry recognized the loud voice as Hagrid, and quickly made himself inconspicuous. He did not want to be recognized any earlier than he had to be, not that it was going to be much longer before his identity was revealed.

The first years quickly traveled across the lake, and were all standing in holding chamber outside the great hall.

"Now children, line up. The sorting is about to begin." A crisp voice said. "Now, I am Professor McGonagall. When I read your name, you will enter the great hall ahead of you to be sorted. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes!" The group of first years chanted.

"Good." Professor McGonagall said as she entered the great hall.

A long song could be heard, as everyone in castle went quiet. As soon as the song ended, McGonagall began calling names. "Abbott, Hannah!"

Hannah left the room, and a little while later, a mysterious voice shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Harry quickly looked around the big group, and his worst fear was realized. His sister, Victoria was standing a couple of people away from him. He could hear her talking about how wonderful Hogwarts was going to be, and how she couldn't wait to show everyone how good she was at magic. She bragged about how both her parents were new professors this year, her mum was the ancient runes teacher, and her dad was the transfiguration professor. But he was only helping on certain days because of the regular transfiguration professor's busy schedule.

Harry's eyes went wide when he heard that both his parents were professors at the school. He was especially scared about his dad. His dad was the one who liked him the least in the family, and he didn't know why. He knew that Victoria was going to be at school with him, but he had not banked on the fact that his parents would be too. To say he was nervous was putting it lightly. He wasn't sure what he was going to do this year…

Professor McGonagall made her way down the list until she reached Potter. "Potter, Vi—Harry?" She yelled, a hint of confusion in her voice.

'Well here goes nothing…' Harry thought. He suddenly heard a scream from his sister on the other side of the, now much smaller, group. He quickly made his way out to the great hall before his sister could interrogate him.

As he walked out, he realized that the great hall wasn't much better. He quickly noticed that both his mother and father were sitting at the table, along with Dumbledore (the man he would never trust after what he did), and staring at him as he made his way over to the Sorting Hat, trying to avoid all the glares from his "parents."

As he approached the hat, he looked up at Professor McGonagall with a questioning look. "P-put the hat on…" She said, still dumbstruck by the situation. She had, after all, heard the story about Harry from Dumbledore.

Harry sat down on the stool, and placed the hat on top of his head. Immediately he felt something prodding his mind, and raised all of his shields, until he heard a voice. "My, you are quite protective of your memories. May I please take a glance at your character?"

Harry slowly opened a gate for the hat, and allowed him to see selected images of his character.

"My, my, well, as it stands I do not believe I have enough information to make a decision about you, young Harry. I will trust you with the decision. From what I have seen, you will fit in any of the houses. But who knows what I have not seen. What house would prefer to be situated in?"

"Well, I might as well try and make my parents proud…so Gryffindor, sir."

"So it is. GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry quickly took the hat off, placed it back on the bench. Harry looked up at the professors table with a smile on his face, hoping that his parents would be proud of him since he was a Gryffindor just like them. However, James still had a look of anger on his face, and Lily still looked surprised and scared. Not a single ounce of pride or happiness. The only clapping was from the muggle-born students, not understanding the levity of the situation. As Harry made his way over to the Gryffindor table, he saw Hermione waving him down, with a nice seat next to her. He figured, 'why not?' He took the proffered seat next to the bushy hair girl.

Right after Harry sat down, Professor McGonagall called his sister out. "Potter, Victoria!"

As soon as the hat touched Victoria's hair, it immediately shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" There was a giant applause from the Gryffindor table as Victoria happily skipped over, and sat next to two redhead twins that made space for her. Harry could see his parents gleaming with pride. He was sorted into Gryffindor too, but all he got were glares from his parents. Why did they hate him so much he? He couldn't understand it.

Professor McGonagall called the rest of the first years for sorting. After, Dumbledore quickly stood up and gave a short speech. "Welcome new students. I have a few words I would like to share with you all: gumber, bubblewart, sniveltut, ingrand. Alas, before this new year can truly begin, I must warn all students that the Forbidden Forest is exactly that, forbidden. Also, the third floor corridor is closed to students. Do not enter unless willing to lose your life. Now, let us fill our stomachs." Cheers quickly erupted with the end of Dumbledore's speech, and food quickly appeared on the table.

As Harry was eating the most filling meal he had eaten in years, Hermione turned to him. "So, you are related to Victoria, the girl who lived? Why didn't you say anything on the train?"

There was suddenly a sour taste in Harry's mouth, and no matter how much of the delectable pumpkin juice he drank, he knew it wouldn't' go away with the direction this conversation was headed. "Yeah, she is my sister."

"Then why weren't you sitting with her on the train?" Hermione said, giving Harry a calculating stare.

He quickly looked away. "She is a girl…?" Harry said trying to get out of it.

"I'm a girl." She replied indignantly.

Harry sighed. "It's really complicated, ok? I don't want to get into it."

"Is that why everyone went silent?"

Harry's frustration was now mounting. "Look, I said I don't want to talk about it. If you want to know why people looked at me funny, go ask Victoria herself. I'm sure she would be more than happy to tell you."

Hermione was about to say something, until she saw the vicious glare Victoria was giving Harry. She realized that maybe it would actually be better to continue this at a later time. She decided to try and change the topic. "Well, do you have any subjects you are particularly interested in?"

"I like potions."

"I heard a terrible rumor that the potions master hates Gryffindors, but I'm sure that isn't true." Hermione said waving her hand. "A teacher can't play favorites. It's just unfair."

"Life isn't always fair." Harry mumbled.

"What was that Harry?"

"Nothing. I'm sure he is just a hard teacher, and the students don't want to do the work that is demanded of them."

"Finally someone understands me!" Hermione exclaimed and began ranting on and on about work ethic and determination in school. Harry nodded at the appropriate times, but was lost in thought as to what was going to happen after feast.

That was quickly answered as the feast ended, and the food suddenly disappeared. Professor McGonagall was walking down the aisle of the Great Hall. As she passed Harry, she dropped a note in front of him, and began announcing for everyone to follow his or her Prefects to the common room.

Harry quickly opened the note, and read:

Please Stay in the Great Hall Until the Students Have Left.

--Albus Dumbledore

Harry turned to Hermione. "I'll see you in the common room later."

Hermione looked confused. "Aren't you coming back with us? If you don't, you will get lost!"

"One of the professors wants to talk to me..." He said with a somewhat scared look in his eyes. He purposely chose not to specify which professor either, wanting Hermione to think he was going to talk to Professor McGonagall without actually lying to her.

"Ok. Well, I will wait in the common room for you then."

"No, don't worry about it." Harry said quickly, not wanting to bother her. "I will just see you at breakfast tomorrow."

"If you're sure." Hermione said slowly.

"I'm sure." And with that Hermione left with the rest of the group, leaving Harry and, unsurprisingly, Victoria alone in the Great Hall with Professor Dumbledore and his parents. Everyone, except Dumbledore, seemed to be glaring at Harry. Dumbledore seemed to be looking at Harry with a concerned and calculating look.

Magically, Harry was probably strong enough to hide from Dumbledore and the others, but mentally he couldn't do it. He was too scared. He knew this was going to happen, but it didn't change the fact that he was still scared. After all, his parents hated him, Dumbledore tried to seal away his magic, Victoria hated him, and his parents had given him to a muggle family that beat him. He may be a powerful wizard, even at the age of 11, but mentally he still only 11, and already he had suffered by the hand of his own parents.

Dumbledore was the first to speak. "Alas, I believe we should adjourn to my office in order to conduct this rather personal meeting." And with that he strode off towards his office, the rest of the group in tow.

"Reese's Peanut Butter Cup," Dumbledore said to the gargoyle, revealing a path to his office.

Dumbledore sat down in his chair, grabbed a bowl of candy, and held it out to Harry. "Lemon drop, Harry?"

Harry, not wanting to be rude, grabbed one, and popped it in his mouth. "Thank you, sir." He said, but quickly noticed that Dumbledore had put the lemon drops away, without offering them to anyone else. 'Great. I wonder what the surprise in this little treat is." Harry thought sadly. Harry slowly looked around to see his father looking ready to burst, his mother looking disappointed, and Victoria looking frustrated.

"Now Harry, it is quite a surprise to see you here today.' Dumbledore said. "I was not expecting my spell to wear off. How did you—"

"I am sure he used some dark magic!" James interrupted. "Why are we having this conversation, Albus? Let's just send him back to the Dursley's, where this cretin belongs!"

"Yeah! Home has been so much more fun without him!" Victoria quipped.

Lily just nodded.

Nobody seemed to notice the scared look on Harry's face. He didn't want to go back to the Dursley's. He couldn't handle it. If it hadn't been for his training, he probably would not have survived the 3 years there.

Albus quickly waved his hands for everyone to settle down. "Now, now, let's hear what Harry has to say. Now, how did you break the spell Harry?"

"I didn't, sir." Harry said, then he felt the sudden urge to explain. "It-it…I found out when I got my Hogwarts letter." Harry finished, having strained himself to lie. 'Great, a truth serum, just what I needed.' Harry thought. He noticed Dumbledore smiling at him. Harry quickly focused his mind, and blocked as many connections between his mind and the serum as he could.

"Liar!" James exclaimed.

Dumbledore quietly shook his head. "Hold on James. Let him finish his story."

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, quickly realizing what finishing his story meant. Harry, while trying to protect his minds on two fronts, he tried to flash images to Dumbledore of his magic free life at number 4 Privet Drive, images of him doing little chores, working in the garden, sitting at the park, and doing schoolwork. He was visibly sweating from the strain on his mind. The connection soon broke, and Harry continued to speak. "I thought I didn't have any magic either, until I got the letter in the mail. I was really excited, so I went to Diagon Alley the day before the train and bought all my clothes and books."

"And how did you get to Diagon Alley? Dark magic?" James insinuated.

"I took the knight bus." Harry said quietly.

Before James could cut in, Dumbledore ended the debate. "It seems his story checks out."

James audibly harrumphed.

"However, I do not feel comfortable with your stay here at Hogwarts."

A/N:

And now for a quick few answers to reviews!

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For those of you wondering how much I am going to stick to canon events, I am going to use the basic plotline and major events in this story such as the Philospher's Stone and such, however Ginny and Harry will be friends early, and there will be different groups.

Codyesh2: I did not have Harry run into his family because I decided to have him go to Diagon Alley the same day the Potter's held their party so that I could work Ginny into the story more fluidly.

I hope that this chapter is well received!