AN: I do not own Harry Potter, Belongs to JK Rowling.

AN: Sorry it took so long to upload. It's not easy to get back into the writing spirit, when your own government wishes for you to become a hobo. As most of you who's reading this can see, things that has diverged, are starting to take more prominent ripples. The original parts of my fic are coming very soon. And I'm aware OC's aren't always that welcomed, but it was stated in the description. As well as the Ron and Hermione bashing. So don't bother making any unkind remarks in reviews. Which for the record, I will simply delete. No flames.

If you don't like, don't read. It's that simple. Anyway! Onto the fic!

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Chapter Eight: Lunch and an idiot

With people piling into the hall in varying numbers and groups, the volume rose steadily, making it almost deafening to Harry who had been sat in silence for about an hour at least. Unable to pick any singular voices down, Harry remained seated and watched as pitchers of pumpkin juice, water and other drinks, as well as all sorts of food appearing on the tables. Large trays of chicken legs, barbeque ribs, mashed potato, corn cobs and other equally mouth-watering foodstuffs appearing all up the tables.

Looking down at his plate, Harry was surprised to see what seemed to be a muggle sticky note attached to his plate. A hastily scrawn note reading; "Master Harry Potter. As you seems to be having a bad days so far, Dobby has taken the liberty of preparing Harry Potters favourite desert. All one must do is clap ones hand when ready and treacle tart will appear." A surprisingly elegant signature of 'Dobby' adjourning the bottom of the note.

Smiling widely to himself, not particularly caring if he looked sort of mad, he mouthed a thank you to the note before stuffing it into his pocket and piling some bacon, sausages, eggs and a freshly baked roll onto his plate. Pouring himself a goblet full of water, pumpkin juice not being his favourite, he silently reflected on thanking the gods for giving him a moment's reprieve from the troubles that kept finding him.

Troubles, that having not seen him already sat down, passed him and took seats halfway up the table. The bushy haired trouble's mouth moving at phenomenal speeds whilst the male troubles face turning as red as his hair.

The gods must have liked him at that moment, for they also gave Harry the gift of Neville sitting down at his side.

"You alright there, Harry?"

"Alright thanks Nev, how was potions after I left?"

"Fantastic actually, Snape was so furious at what you said, he was silent the entire lesson, didn't move from his desk, course he wrote a note and had Draco take it up to Professor Dumbledore, I'm assuming you'll be in trouble soon. But I can't help but say I wish I had your courage to say that."

After a short bout of laughter from the two boys the Potter heir slapped his friend on the shoulder and smiled. "I'm sure you've got enough courage. And I already saw Dumbledore," he started, being careful not to say anything too rude about the old geezer til he knew what Neville's opinion was, "apparently I'm still welcome in potions despite what happened. Not that I'll be going of course."

In response Neville just made an unintelligible noise and started digging into his own plate of food. Harry soon copying the Longbottom heir and filling his stomach with his grub.

About 20 minutes into the meal, owls started swooping down to deliver the post. Hedwig jostling her way to be the first to land and deliver the stack of letters to her owner. Feeding his snowy familiar a rasher of bacon, Harry untied the three letters tied to her leg and petted her for a moment, trying to decide on whether to open them now or later.

Fate chose for him instead, having followed Hedwig, a large hawk-owl glided down from the rafters to deposit a folded parchment before flying back off the moment it's charge had dropped onto Harry's plate.

Inspecting the parchment for a moment, Harry quickly found it bearing the Gringotts crest. Unfortunately before Harry could open his mail, something else decided to swoop in. This time, of the redheaded variety.

"Harry mate, it's time this nonsense stops."

"Hello Ron, I'm fine, thanks for asking, what about you?" was the quick reply from Harry. Neville at his side snorting in a very un-gentleman like way.

Ron however, didn't hear what Harry had said; either simply brushing it aside or only able to hear the blood rushing to his face. Either way, Ron continued in his tirade he started.

"You're acting childish Harry, my family; Hermione and Dumbledore have been doing our best to help. And instead of being thankful you're simply brushing us aside and badmouthing us. So stop being an idiot and come sit with your friends."

Harry didn't have the words to reply to something so stupid, but he didn't have the chance to either, as Neville stood up in-between the two, holding his hands out in a placating way. "Actually, Ron it was you and Hermione being the ones that was badmouthing Harry earlier in McGonagall's class."

The famous Weasley temper rose its ugly head, Rons face turning even darker, "butt out of it Longbottom! This hasn't got anything to do with you; it's between Harry and his friends"

"Last I checked, Weasley. I was one of Harry's friends." Came the surprisingly calm reply from Neville. Surprising, because the redhead's shouting had not only caused the entire halls attention to fall on them, but droplets' of spit to land on the usually shy Gryffindors face.

"Well I'm his best mate, always have been!"

Whilst, enjoying silently the fact that Neville was standing up for him, publicly at that. Something that Ron did only on rare occasions in the past. He had enough with the shouting and rudeness.

Whistling loud enough to pull the two out of the verbal fight Harry decided it was time to shoot this issue in the bud, "Shut up and listen Ron. You were my best mate. The emphasis being past tense. I'm not saying our friendship meant nothing, because it kept me going sometimes. But we've had our issues, and there are more arguments than there are good times right now. I told Hermione, and I'll tell you. If you really want to lose my friendship more than you already have, then continue as you are," pausing to both catch his breath and stop for affect. The result being Ron's mouth opening to make a retort before Harry cut him off to finish, "Or ... if you wish to mend bridges and put our issues behind us, then for now you should go sit down. Let things settle, be civil and give us both a chance for emotions to calm down. And then we'll see if you can become my best mate again. Because as things stand right now, I'd rather be friends with Malfoy."

By the final part of harry little speech, two things happened; one, Ron recoiled as if he'd been physically struck. And the second thing, Draco stood up from his seat at the Slytherin table, choking on his food and shouting across the room that he'd rather be locked up in Azkaban. Causing many of the students to snicker at the Malfoy heirs words. Even a teacher or two, to smile. A mix between disappointment in Rons actions, and pride over Harry's handling of the situation, adjourning his head of houses face.

With his piece said, Harry picked up his mail and left the grand hall in silence. Neville following behind him in a rush to catch up. Once through the large doors, Neville only a few steps behind him, Harry stopped and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Neville stopping once at his side.

"Want to take me up on that offer now Harry?"

"Thanks Nev, I'd like that."

Wandering the corridors, just like the previous night, Harry was talking animatedly to his friend Neville. After the incident in the grand hall, the two had started walking. Harry getting things off his chest, mostly small talk about charms and transfiguration, and how idiotic his two friends had become.

Neville, mainly listening the entire time and adding comments when needed. Only when time was getting close for them to head towards their next class, did Harry realise he'd unintentionally made his way back to where he was the night before.

Holding his arm out to make Neville stop. He looked around and confirmed they were at the same place. Or at the very least, at the entrance to it. Straight ahead of them the corridor that Harry had traversed just the night before, to the left, a seemingly ordinary hallway leading to an obviously more used section of the castle. Obvious, due to the clean state of it "Hold on a minute Neville. Look around and tell me if you know where this corridor is, and where it leads to." Harry asked urgently whilst pointing to it.

Looking around in silence for a moment Neville turned toward Harry and looked at him as if he'd grown a second head. "Are you alright Harry?" Neville's, face full of concern.

Blinking in confusion at his friends' reaction Harry was unsure what he meant, "yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"I don't mean to sound rude Harry, but what corridor? That's a blank wall."

Shaking his head, completely unable to understand how Neville didn't see it, Harry rubbed his eyes for a moment, making sure they weren't playing a trick on him. But upon opening them and looking, the corridor was still there in all its creepiness.

"You can't see it Nev? It's right there?" the black haired boy said whilst walking a few steps closer to it and pointing repeatedly. It wasn't until he took a step further and felt a shiver pass over him, that Neville made any reaction at all.

"Harry!"

To Neville, Harry had seemingly passed through a stone wall as if he was a ghost. Running up to where Harry had gone through he started searching frantically for any sign of him. In reality, only a step in front of Harry who was watching in complete confusion.

Doing the only thing he could think of, Harry reached out and pulled Neville past the point he'd taken and into the corridor.

Obviously scaring the poor Longbottom heir, but also revealing the sight of the corridor to him at the same time.

"Harry, what.. happened?" asked Neville from his utterly confused position on the floor.

"I don't know Nev. I saw it just fine." Came Harry's reply whilst he offered a hand to lift his friend to his feet before walking over to a window and trying to peer out of the stained glass.

"Well I see it now too... where are we?"

"I'm not sure. I stumbled in here last night after lunch. I sort of got lost and just wandered in."

"I've never heard of any corridors that are invisible."

"Me either. But I tried walking down there. But I just ended up keep walking for what felt like hours and got nowhere." He said whilst pointing to the same flickering light at the end of the tunnel that he saw last night.

"So you just walked back out?"

"Not really, I sort of got stunned from behind and woke up in the hospital wing."

"Stunned? By who? And I don't like it in here Harry... can we please go?"

"Not sure who. And sure, of course. Just try and remember where this is, I want to come back again and figure out where this is exactly."

Almost immediately upon finishing his sentence, his friend had already walked a few steps out of the corridor and the way they came. Harry following shortly after. Rushing slightly when Harry preformed the time spell and found they were going to be late for history of magic.

And Harry couldn't stand the thought of missing the opportunity to learn about yet another goblin rebellion.

After five minutes of the two having left the hallway, a figure stepped out from a doorway halfway down, before re-entering where it came in silence.

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