And so begins chapter 2!

Well I just want to say that in case it wasn't clear in the first chapter, wands aren't really included in the story – like I said, it's based on the tales of Merlin and Arthur, so magic is conducted by hand movement.

If you have a WTF moment then I can assure you that at some point it will be explained…if not you can say in the review and I can try and make it clear next chapter.

Here goes! We're about to meet a 17-year-old Harry, Ron and Hermione and other memorable HP characters.

"Harry Potter."

The voice echoed in his head repeatedly but he had no intention of opening his eyes.

"Harry Potter."

The voice, again…he just needed a little more rest…

"Harry!" a ruler was brought down to his head and he yelped in pain as Mistress McGonagall stared at him shrilly. The whole class, minus Ron, erupted in laughter as he rubbed the sore on his neck. "No surprise, this has been the third time you have fallen asleep in my class this week," she said.

"Sorry…mistress," Harry said, and to his ultimate luck, the school bell rang and the class simultaneously gathered their books, took their bags over their heads and prepared to leave.

"Don't forget," said Mistress McGonagall, "I want an essay on the proper uses to transfiguring objects into food – without using your hands – and read chapters 5 to 9 of your book!"

Harry and Ron prepared to leave, Mistress McGonagall turned to Harry. "Harry Potter, please stay behind awhile, I wish to speak with you."

Harry ruffled his hair as Ron whispered "good luck" in his ear and left to wait for him outside. "I'm sorry, Mistress, I'll try not to fall asleep again," Harry said to Mistress McGonagall, as he approached her desk slowly.

"That's quite alright Harry," she said, scribbling into a scrap piece of parchment. "But I do believe it's something other than just insomnia that has been keeping you tired daily. Your classmate, Neville Longbottom, had this problem as well, but I gave him a little advice." She handed Harry the parchment. "This is a list of potions that might help you to stop dreaming about the, erm – traumatic experiences you keep relieving. Please give it into consideration and see Master Snape for further information."

"I will, Mistress, thanks," said Harry, and he walked out of the classroom to be greeted by Ron.

"So?" said Ron, giving Harry his books. "What did she want?"

"She just wanted me to give this to Snape if I wanted any 'help'," said Harry. "But there's no way I'm seeing that old wart." He burned the parchment in his hand instantly and dropped the ashes.

Ronald Weasley, son of good old Arthur and Molly, had been his best friend since their first meet at the beginning of their very first term. Ron was not like any of the other boys at their school; he had a dry sense of humor and came from a family of seven children. He and Harry were on the school's Dueling Team, known to be some of the best in the school. But they weren't – as you might say – popular. But it was something Harry loved about his friend so dearly – the fact that he was carefree, and had, as his sister Ginny and her best friend, Hermione, would say, "an emotional range of a teaspoon."

"So are we going to Duel club, then?" Harry asked Ron.

"No, not today for me," he said. "Mum says I've got to pick Ginny up from school. Dad's busy."

Harry said nothing. Ginny had been the apple of his eye for quite some time now. Whether he would tell her or let her realize it he did not know, but one thing was certain; Ron would never find out.

Due to King Tom's beliefs, girls and boys were separated in schooling – the girls went to the school Lapifors, which specialized in the learning's of magic for household use and the art of royalty, while the boys were educated at Draconifors, which was much more darker, and in the magical arts of dueling and fight. It was this that Harry could not stand besides the fact that King Tom was in rule.

"I'll come with you," Harry finally said.

Ron raised his eyebrows. "But you hate going to Lapifors."

"I never said that," Harry retorted.

Ron raised his eyebrows again, and the continued to walk to the exit of Draconifors.

"Well, well, well, what have we have here?"

Ron and Harry both turned around and narrowed their eyes, equally wearing an expression of hate.

Draco Malfoy.

It was Draco who was the "top" of the school, and it was he who thought himself above everybody else. The shame was that everybody thought he was.

"Hello, Draco," Harry said. "Come back from lady's training? Or have you forgotten manners?"

"That may be," said Draco, and Harry saw a glint of red flash in his fingers, "but what have you and Ronald here been up to? Finally got the guts to tell Master Remus that you haven't a galleons to pay off for tuition yet?"

Harry flinched. It was insulting, even to him, to speak of the Weasley finances.

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy!" Ron shouted, and Harry saw a glint of red flash between his fingers too –

"Ron, no!"

Before he knew it, Ron and Draco were dueling, Ron shooting red and gold spells at Draco, Draco shooting purple and yellow – the collision caused them both to hit opposite ends of the hallway and Harry took his chance – raising his hand, he moved it to create a boundary between Ron and Draco so they were unable to touch each other.

"ENOUGH!" bellowed Master Remus, who had arrived, the scars on his face prominent. Ron got up, and so did Draco, unharmed; Ron, however, sported a gash on his face. "What is the meaning of this?" demanded Remus.

"Draco insulted his family, master," Harry said quietly.

"That is no reason to start resorting to violence!" said Remus. He turned to Ron. "Act your age, will you? And you," he said, turning to Draco, "act humane." As he walked away, Draco and Ron sent another death glare at each other, then parted away.

"The old prat," Ron muttered half an hour later as Harry ignored the stares of passing students. "Just you wait…"

"It's not something you should dwell upon, Ron," Harry sighed. "Draco's always been a prat."

"But today he's crossed the line!"

"Do you want to get kicked out of Draconifors?"

"No…"

"Well then do what Master Remus said – and act your age."

The two walked a bit more until they had reach the boundaries of the Lady's school Lapifors. As they walked inside, several girls giggled at them, and Harry made one quick check to make sure his tunic wasn't wrinkled.

"There you are!" said Ginny, her vivid red hair, almost identical to Ron's, and she walked up to them shrilly. As she caught sight of Harry, her face flushed a little bit and she did a little curtsy. "Hello, Harry."

"Ginny," Harry returned. "Hey Hermione."

Hermione had appeared beside Ginny, buried in her book until she caught Ron, and, an expression identical to Ginny's, she blushed furiously to the ends of her ears. "Hello, Harry. Hi, Ron."

"Hi Hermione," said Ron, smiling down at her.

Hermione lived near Sirius and Harry, and right across Ron and Ginny. Harry had met her through Ginny, as the two had become a duo upon meeting in Lapifors. Hermione was unlike other girls – she had wavy, slightly bushy brown hair, teeth bigger at the front, and a petite figure that was always defined by the dresses she wore – which were always crafted by her parents, the Grangers, who were shunned upon most Hogwarts citizens for their lack of magic.

"Hermione, will you come home with us?" Ginny said. "Ron's taking me home this time."

"Oh…I've got to study," she said, her cheeks reddening. "But…I guess I could."

"Wonderful!" said Ginny.

And so it was: the four friends traveled from Lapifors to the village of Muggle & Burrow, which was home to most of the Hogwarts peasants. As the friends continued to walk down the leafy path, the sun set and the sky turned a beautiful shade of auburn.

"So, what did you learn in Lapifors today?" Ron said, in an attempt to break the silence. Hermione was buried in her book, Harry was whistling a merry tune and Ginny was watching her feet as she skipped.

"Eh, not much," said Ginny.

"We did learn some useful things!" Hermione said hotly, closing her book. "Like the growing charm!"

"But I don't want to do any gardening when I'm out of Lapifors," Ginny retorted. "I want to something else…like become a warlock's apprentice of some sort."

"Well, as long as you're not putting yourself in danger," Ron said. "Me and Harry learn plenty at Draconifors."

"I want to go to Draconifors!" Ginny complained hotly. "It's got a bunch of stuff my taste, not cooking charms or lady skills like boring old Lapifors."

"What did you learn?" Hermione asked Harry, as if she didn't hear Ginny. "I heard they teach some…some things that Albus would've forbid had he been still alive."

"Well it was all taking notes today," Ron said casually. "Bit of boring stuff really…like the history of Giant Wars in Binn's class, but we did learn about some Godric Touch in Remus's –"

"The Gordic Touch?" said Hermione, looking at Ron. "The Godric Touch?"

"Well, yeah," said Harry.

"What's so special about it anyway?" said Ginny.

"The Godric Touch is the only known power to man that can overcome the Salazar Touch, which was invented by Salazar Slytherin 500 years ago," Hermione said, as if reciting a book. "It is also only known by three other warlocks and can be used against any kind of evil."

"And why is this important?" Ron said.

"Harry…" Hermione said. She was now whispering. "Haven't you ever…I mean…your parents…"

"What about them?" Harry said aggressively.

"They were killed by the Salazar touch," Hermione said. "By King Tom."

"Don't call him King Tom in front of me," Harry said. "He doesn't deserve anything like that in front of his name…he is a murderer, and an old fraud…"

Ever since James's and Lily's deaths, the fact that Harry had survived was unknown to King Tom. He did not even know that James and Lily had bared a son. It was meant to be kept secret by most, so it was dangerous to let anyone, except those closest, know that Harry was present at the night of the murders.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said. "I did not mean to offend. But haven't you ever thought about using this? This – this Godric touch?"

"I've always thought about overturning Riddle, yes."

"Then we should! A quest to find the incantation of the Godric touch!" Ron said.

Hermione pulled his sleeve so that his ear was close to her mouth: "Not a word of this to Ginny; you'd know she'd want to come along."

"Shall we discuss this later?" Harry said, although he already felt a smile forming on his face as they entered the fates of Muggle & Burrow.

We finally meet the three main heroes!

It was pretty fun to write this chapter.

Sorry that it was mostly dialogue, though; that is way I tried to write some action in there (the Draco/Ron fight).

In the next chapter, we will meet the Marauder Sirius 17 years after the James & Lily murders, and more about the Godric Touch and the powers it holds.