Chapter 5- Me, Him?

AN: I finally found a way to get my stories updated that doesn't make me want to hurt things. Never get a Kindle fire, they are NOT just like tablets. Not even close.

Felix out-

Harry looked up at the old castle, in complete awe of the scene. There was a large forest looming nearby, ominous and mysterious, but charming in its own way.

There was also a large lake, glittering in the late afternoon sun. There was a large area that looked like some sort of sports field, but what sport required rings that high?

He carefully made his way to the castle, Hedwig's weight a comfort on his shoulder, reminding him that he wasn't alone. Harry pushed open the large front doors of Hogwarts, letting out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.

The cold, crisp air from outside swirled in, bringing bits of snow into the entrance. Harry turned and pushed the doors closed, putting his whole weight against it.

They were heavy, but the hinges were also stiff and rusted from years of disuse, and they stuck something fierce.

Once it was closed, Harry took a second to look around, truly taking in his surroundings. The entrance hall had a few torches, none burning, of course, all cold.

There were also statues, but they were so dusty he couldn't tell what they would have been. Perhaps a person? An animal?

He left footsteps in the grime and dust covering the stone floor, the tails of his scarf trailing behind him as well.

Hedwig made a loud rustling noise as she took off, exploring just as Harry was.

He came to another set of doors and pushed them open. It was wonderful; The ceiling was made of glass, and there were a few candles lying about but many were floating in the air, burning. It must have been the work of magic.

Cobwebs connected the floating candles and covered the long tables against the walls like a second tablecloth. There were plates and cups decorating the tables, and he picked one up, blowing off the dust. He could see his own reflection and smiled softly at the boy who looked back. He set it back down and turned in a circle.

Upon closer inspection, he realized, the ceiling WASN'T glass. It was enchanted. It was reflecting the sky outside perfectly, and he could see the clouds as well, puffy masses that floated just inside the dome. There were Christmas trees on a raised platform, and the walls were decorated as well, like it had been abandoned during a Christmas celebration.

He could almost imagine what it had looked like, lights twinkling. He always liked Christmas time, because when Mrs. Dursley sent him out to do the shopping the towns were always transformed into a winter wonderland. But this was something else entirely.

This was magic. This was where he belonged, he felt it in his bones, and something danced just on the tip of his tongue. "What don't I know that I ought to?" He asked himself. He felt like he should remember something he wasn't. Had he been here before?

The boy twirled in a circle, spinning to the middle of the room. He could imagine grand balls being held here. The band would play on the raised platform at the end of the room, and guests would gather. He raised his arm as if dancing with someone, holding an imaginary shoulder, an invisible hand. He was twirled around the room, and he hummed a tune he had known since he was a child.

He got absorbed in his fantasy, imagination getting away from him. He bowed to his imaginary partner and took another. The boy smiled and laughed as well. Was this what he was missing all of his life? Was this the life he had lost?

He didn't here the footsteps drawing closer. "Hey, what are you doing in here?"

Harry jumped, screaming. He whirled around to face the person speaking, his foot getting caught on an uneven stone in the floor. He fell, his head meeting the stone with a resounding crack. A groan escaped his lips, his eyes falling closed.

"Oh damn, are you alright? Horace, have you got any potions on you?"

He heard footsteps, and then someone was touching his head gently, guiding him to sit. Harry opened his eyes, and pale features began to form, the details swimming and contorting until they became an actual human face. Icey grey eyes studied him, and Harry found himself subconsciously shifting backwards, away from the piercing gaze.

More footsteps, and Harry saw a heavy man waddling towards them, carrying a small bottle filled with an odd amberish red coloured liquid. He handed this to Harry, who took it cautiously.

"Drink it, it'll help the pain and hopefully fix any head trauma you may have gotten." Harry raised an eyebrow. He didn't know if he should trust them or not.

Finally the pain in his skull won and he uncorked the bottle, tipping it back and downing it in one go.

It tasted awful.

He made a face and forced it down, hoping to god he wasn't sick everywhere.

"Should have given him a stomach settling potion, Horace. He looks like he's about to hurl."

"I'm FINE." The last word was spat with no small amount of venom. He pushed to his feet, swaying before he found his balance and everything didn't multiply before his eyes. The blond had stood as well, his arms poised as if to catch him should he fall.

"I'm looking for a Draco, apparently I've got the wrong money, and a woman said I should come here to get it exchanged. Something about sickles, though that's quite a strange name for currency. I don't believe I've heard of it before..."

Draco and Horace exchanged a look.

"Are you a muggle?"

"Am I a WHAT?" Harry looked at the blond like he'd grown another head.

"Oh god, Horace, we'll have to get him to the ministry to be obliviated."

"Should we do it and dump him off in a muggle city?"

"No, I'm pants at memory charms, and I know you aren't the best with charms at all, much less memory ones. Unless you want him to end up like that Lockhart fellow-"

"STOP." The two men turned to look at Harry.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but no one's touching me. If you can't help me, I'll be taking my leave, thank you." He turned, making his way to the door.

He felt a hand grab his arm roughly and panicked. He curled in on himself and suddenly the two men were blasted back by a wave of power, knocking them off of their feet. Harry looked up at them and blushed. Oh, what would they do now?

The blond one got to his feet first, helping up his friend, who looked much like a turtle that had found itself shell-down. The thought made him giggle lightly.

"Well, guess that answers the muggle question. But if you're a wizard, why don't you know anything about this world? Where are you from?"

The man who he assumed was Horace pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it, his eyes scanning its contents.

His eyes widened and his head snapped up, roaming over Harry's face. "Draco."

"But perhaps your parents kept you away from it? Your age-"

"Draco!"

"What?" The man showed Draco (oh, so this was who he was sent to see?) The paper, and Draco gasped.

"Could it be... Why are you here again? Sorry, I didn't quite catch your name." Draco stepped forward, extending a hand. Harry took it, giving it a firm shake before releasing him.

"Harry. Just... Harry." Draco remained silent, wordlessly asking for an explanation.

"You see, I'm an orphan. I've been living at Dursley's Orphanage since I was 8 or so. They found me wandering about and I didn't remember a thing. Since Harry was a common enough name, and I seemed to respond to it okay, that was the name I was given. I recently turned 17 and Mrs. Dursley managed to find me a job as a shopkeeper's assistant. I took the wrong road, and well... here I am!"

Draco raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. It was a crime, how elegant he could look, covered in dust from the old castle and hair out of place.

"I'm also trying to look for a place... Godric's Hollow. I was told it didn't exist, but... it's all I have."

Draco and Horace visibly brightened. "Well, that's such a coincidence! We're going to Godric's Hollow."

Harry grinned happily. "So it does exist! Oh that's wonderful! I can just tag along with you!"

Horace shook his head sadly. "We only have three tickets to the train, and the third is for someone important. You see, a man who lives there is looking for his godson. His name was Harry Potter, and he was a very important person. Minister Dumbledore had chosen him as his heir, he was the equivalent of a prince. Of course it means nothing now, the old ways were thrown out, but he would still be very important in society. We were trying to find him. In fact..."

He handed the paper from earlier to Harry.

It was a portrait of a family of three. There was a woman with emerald eyes and fiery red hair. The man next to her was only about a head taller, with unruly chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes. He had his hand on the shoulder of a young boy with the woman's eyes and the man's hair. They were all smiling. Both the man and the boy wore glasses, much like the one Harry wore, but obviously in much better condition. And hopefully the right prescription, Harry found his glasses helped very little sometimes.

"He looks a lot like you, Harry." Harry's eyes snapped up at that. He let go of the picture.

"You think I'm some... some prince? No way." He scoffed and turned.

He wasn't going to listen to this, they were crazy! Him, a prince.

"But you could be! Think about it. We take you to see Lord Black. If you turn out not to be, you'll be in Godric's Hollow anyway!"

Harry shook his head. "No, no..." he kept walking, grabbing his scarf from where it had fallen.

Horace turned to Draco. "Are you going to just let him walk awa-"

Draco hushed him. He held up a hand, counting off his fingers. Three, two, one...

Harry thought about it, pausing out in the entrance hall. They had a point. The resemblance was uncanny. What if...? He turned around.

"Actually..." Horace looked up. There was the boy, in the door. He looked so small in a room so massive, he didn't seem a day over fifteen. Petite, large eyes glowing behind his glasses, swimming in the awful muggle attire.

"I guess it couldn't hurt. I mean... If it turns out I'm not this Potter boy, honest mistake, yeah? And if I am..." he stepped in slowly.

Draco clapped his hands, grinning. "Perfect, come on!" He grabbed the boy's wrist and all but dragged him from the castle, Horace waddling after him. They had found their Harry, all that was left was getting him to look and act the part.

AN: don't be afraid to review, I don't bite. This is my first story I've put online, and I'm eager to know what strangers think of my work.