vernieklein: So it was obvious to someone else! I have to admit it was tricky in the sense that it could have been an OC. But I'm not really the type to write OCs…

MAFITA: You know I was actually wondering if Harry would make up with them or not…I might ask everyone else…

Samuel Wheeler: I know I've disappointed you but what can I say? I've gotten addicted to video games, went on a class trip and just couldn't gather enough imagination to write the chapter ^^

misteeirene: It's true that I used the book for the third chapter but I hate Umbridge so much that I couldn't bring myself to think of something myself -_- Though I did add a few things!

I probably won't do it again, since I'm already very far from the cannon story. I might use some elements of the original storyline but I doubt I'll be using it that much again.

adenoide:Most likely a hunter, I might add a twist with it but I don't think I will. Anyway for now just take it that man was a hunter and came upon the wolves and got scared (if you'd like he can also be a psychotic cub killer ^^).

mizzrazz72: I somehow don't think he would though…And even if he did what would he say?

Goshikku Hime wa Yami-san: I was wondering if anyone had guessed. It seemed pretty obvious to me but since I'm the one writing the story it doesn't say much…^^

And thanks to all my other reviewers and readers! I really appreciate your support and you can't imagine how much I boast t Arisophalma with the reviews I get and the number of f/f I get ^^ That's how proud of you all I am!

Now before I finally let you read this story, I have a few questions to ask:

1. Do you think Harry should make up with his old Quidditch Team (does not include Ginny and Ron)?

2. Do you think Harry should make up with all the other Weasleys or at least some of them?

3. Should Harry join the Slytherin Quidditch Team?

Obviously I'm not forcing you to voice your opinion and whatever the results are I might not use them in the end. However, I would like to get the opinions of other people as I'm still hesitating on these issues. I hope you'll help me out!

Now for the chapter…

A few feet away, at the entrance stood Malfoy. The boy had his back to Harry and was talking to a person in front of him which was the cause of Harry's astonishment. A woman who was still beautiful despite the fact that she had to be around forty years old was standing in the doorway. She had long blond hair that fell in locks around her angelic face. Eyes like sapphires were set in ivory skin and a warm smile graced her features as she smiled at her son…

His mother was Narcissa Malfoy…Wait, she wasn't his mother! Lily Potter was his mother, Narcissa Malfoy was Malfoy's, that was to say Draco's, mother. But…but…

As he stared at the blond woman a few meters away, Harry's brain went haywire. His mom had appeared but somehow he couldn't believe it was really her. However, unless Mom had a twin, a doppelganger or even, why not, a clone, this had to be her. But why did it have to be Narcissa Malfoy of all people? As the raven haired boy recovered from his shock and started to calm down he began to feel an urge to talk to the woman and understand why she had done what she did to him.

He bit back the call that threatened to escape and resolutely turned to face the other way. Contrary to popular belief he wasn't dim-witted and had some strategy knowledge. At least enough to know that the Boy-Who-Lived could not know Narcissa Malfoy, much less call her Mother. Therefore the ex-Gryffindor marched off after Nicolas and Evan, who had already entered the Great Hall, his blank mask not revealing any of his inner turmoil. By his side Lisa was sending him slightly confused looks. He had no trouble ignoring them since he barely noticed them.

The food did not seem as appetizing as usual that morning, but the green eyed boy forced himself to eat a few sausages and toast so that no one would notice that there was something wrong with him. His mind was still on Narcissa Malfoy, but was now exploring a new aspect of the problem. Harry had decided he would confront the woman about his memories, what she did, etc. Because they couldn't do that in public he would have to corner her somewhere they wouldn't be disturbed. That wouldn't be easy as she would probably stay with her son as much as she could. So his chances would be mostly right before the Quidditch match, during the match or right after it. No choice then, he would have to go to the match; unless he could see her before in which case he would be able to escape the torture.

His decision made, Harry tried to pay attention to the excited chatter of the three first years while absent-mindedly toying with his silver spoon. He quickly discovered that such a feat was not easily achieved as his mind seemed set on the 'Narcissa is my Mom' track and would stubbornly refuse to deviate. In time, his three first year friends finished eating and Harry dragged himself out of the Great Hall, trailing lazily behind them. As soon as they arrived in the Common Room, Harry collapsed in an armchair as if his legs couldn't support his weight any longer.

"Getting old?" asked an amused voice behind him.

The green eyes turned to look at the tall Italian boy who was gracefully sitting opposite the raven haired.

"Yeah, something like that." Harry mumbled before turning to gaze at the fire burning in the chimney.

Of course, it wasn't anything like that; unless you counted that kind of situation in the ordeals of growing up and being a teenager. But did Blaise need to know that? No he didn't, ignorance is bliss. He had just proved that.

"So, what's on your mind?" asked the tanned Slytherin with something akin to concern (but really Harry could never tell what those Snakes were thinking).

The raven haired boy sighed heavily and sank a little deeper in his chair.

"Oh you know this and that…" he replied vaguely making some abstract wave with his hand.

"This and that, uh?" repeated Blaise lifting an eyebrow as if to say: 'I'm not completely stupid you know'.

Harry nodded absent-mindedly still not abandoning his contemplation of the fireplace. A minute passed in silence, Harry oblivious to his surroundings and Blaise observing him quizzically. As the Italian opened his mouth to break the silence, Evan and co arrived.

"Harry! Let's go! If we go now, we'll have the best seats!" practically yelled the brown haired boy.

"Yeah, yeah." said Harry with as much enthusiasm as he could muster which wasn't a lot.

He got to his feet looking like an old man and followed the trio after grabbing his winter cloak. Blaise fell in step behind him. As they crossed the Great Hall, the three first years were racing ahead, leaving the older boys walking behind at a slower pace.

"You realize it's all thanks to you they can talk about having the best seats, don't you?" asked Blaise all of a sudden.

The raven haired boy looked at him uncomprehending. Blaise laughed lightly as he noticed his friend's ignorance.

"Normally, whether they're first or not, the most powerful student in the house will get the best seats. First years get the worst." explained Blaise with a hint of seriousness. "Because you're considered more powerful than any student in the school, maybe even some teachers, you are automatically given some privileges. This also goes for your friends."

The emerald eyed boy listened in silence. That explained a lot. Most Slytherins were probably afraid of him as well, he just thought they didn't because they had so much more control over their emotions than the other Houses. Quite frankly, he had known deep down that they didn't accept him out of kindness. Maybe they were more willing to welcome him now that he was an outcast much like them but he knew it was above all due to his power that he had gotten a place in Slytherin right away. Nicolas, Evan and Lisa probably didn't realize this but there wasn't anybody in his right mind who would challenge Harry after the stories of his transformation had been spread.

The green eyes riveted on Blaise and his pupil narrowed, soon becoming a wolf's eye. Blaise had known of course. This was why he had become friends with Harry. Pansy Parkinson had also acted in a manner which enabled her to get in the boy's good books.

The Italian seemed to know what was going on in Harry's head and gazed back at him not giving in to the green fire of the boy's eyes.

They had stopped walking and were standing just outside the Great Hall, the cold wind blowing around them, ruffling their hair and attacking them relentlessly, in an effort to make them feel the cold. However the boys didn't take any notice of it as they went on with their silent challenge.

Surprisingly it was Harry who turned away first. He gazed away from the dark eyes and began to walk once again towards the Quidditch Pitch. Fighting back a sigh of relief, Blaise followed him silently.

"I think I knew." said Harry after a few seconds of deathly silence. "I was aware of it to a certain extent; the reason why Evan, Nicolas and Lisa weren't bullied anymore and your motivations for becoming friends with me." he paused and bit his lip. "But I didn't want to admit it. It would have been admitting that people couldn't see me as just Harry anymore. I didn't want that."

The green eyes lingered on the trees ahead of them, absent-mindedly. The raven haired boy's gaze didn't go unnoticed. Blaise saw his 'friend's' untold desire for the forest and his heart clenched. The Italian wasn't used to having friends who were just friends. His friends were useful friends, just like his mother's husbands were always rich and close to death, whether they knew it or not. Even Draco, to a certain extent, was a 'business friend', though Draco was a bit special…

Therefore, Blaise couldn't remember feeling so scared of losing a friend. But there it was that horrible feeling that he might lose something important, that feeling that caught in his throat and made him unable to think properly.

Harry's eyes had become distant and even a fool would have known that the raven haired boy was experiencing the 'call of the forest' as he sometimes called it: the urge to turn his back on the wizarding world to run amongst the trees with his fellow beasts. The Italian boy grabbed the emerald eyed teen's arm, his long fingers clenching tightly around the muscular limb.

"You can't go." he said almost hysterically. "You can't go."

Harry who had turned to look at him, blinked a few times, obviously surprised by the Slytherin's strong reaction to…nothing he could think of…As he saw the dark eyes widened in panic, and smelled the intense anxiety and dread emanating from the tanned boy, Harry decided the reason didn't matter much.

"I'm not going anywhere." he said kindly. "I'm not leaving."

And even as he said that, he realized with no small amount of guilt that he had been about to. Chasing away the nasty feeling, he raised a hand to pat the other boy's head as he did to his first year friends sometimes to calm them down. The hand that held his arm relaxed a little and the boy's anxiety diminished. After a few moments of Harry patting the Italian's head while repeating kind words softly, the tanned hand finally released his arm.

"Sorry." said Blaise in a barely audible murmur.

The patting hand froze for a second. Harry had to wonder if he had been a victim of a hallucination. Blaise never apologized. Yet, hadn't he just done so? Oh well it didn't matter, though Harry as he ruffled the other boy's hair.

"Oy!" exclaimed the Italian suddenly back to his normal self. "Don't mess it all up!"

Harry smiled as he got the desired reaction.

"Come on Casanova, those seats won't wait for us." he called jokingly as he set off towards the Quidditch Pitch again.

"Who's Casanova?" asked the Italian with a hint of interest as hurried to walk by the other boy's side.

As the two boys walked away chatting animatedly, Narcissa Malfoy stepped out of the Great Hall. A cold gust of wind gushed passed her and she clenched her warm cloak. The sapphire-like eyes trailed on the grounds ahead and stopped briefly on the two boys who were quickly approaching the Pitch. Her lips stretched into a sad smile. As a horde of students left the Great Hall behind her she shook herself and walked away briskly. She had better get to the stands soon or she would have nowhere to sit.