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AN: Nothing much to say, but here's chapter 9.

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Chapter Nine: Re-union of old friends

Harry and Neville made it just in time for their history of magic class, not that Professor Binns would have noticed. Facing the black board at the front and drivelling on already about yet another goblin rebellion.

It wasn't until about halfway through the lesson, when Harry's thoughts, which were already wandering, and a battle of Gringotts was mentioned, that he remembered his letter from earlier. Left forgotten in one of his many pockets.

With the ghosts infamous behaviour of drawling on and on without noticing half his students asleep, Harry had no qualms about reaching into his cloak, pulling the letter in question out and breaking the wax seal. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, the Potter heir opened the envelope and unfolded the letter in his lap, reading it in silence to not arouse any attention to himself. Of course, the majority of the people around him, were either asleep, drowsing off, or somehow taking down notes like their lives depend on it, just like Hermione.

'Dear Lord Harry Potter-Black,

Gringotts is writing to inform you, that upon the instructions you gave us since our correspondence at your godfathers will reading, all of your requests have been granted and the correct procedures carried out.

Due to the nature of the business, we require you to sign one last set of documents in person to fully set into affect the changes. Please send us a time and date when is suitable for you and we will arrange the meeting.

May your businesses flourish.

Chief Gringotts manager, Ragnarok'

Nodding to himself, Harry made a mental note to write a response later after his classes end. Doing his best not to doze off from the dull drawl that was emanating from the ghost at the front of the class, he for once in his entire time in history of magic, managed to keep himself awake, long enough to make a few lines of notes. Only noting things down that he hadn't already read ahead on, in his free time.

The rest of Harry's class went along smoothly. Besides the urge to take a nap being exceedingly strong.

When the students rose from their slumbers at the end of lesson, and started their sleep influenced stumble out of the classroom, Harry slid up against Neville and smiled at his friends eye rubbing.

"Bit tired there Nev?"

Receiving only a yawn in response, Harry just clapped the Longbottom heir on his back and chuckled. Ushering him along the same route as everyone else's slow crawl.

It wasn't until halfway there that Harry recognised where 'there' was. With the whole arguments with his so called friends, and Dumbledores manipulations, he'd completely forgotten about 'Defence Against The Dark Arts'. This brought up the next issue in Harry's mind. If he hadn't gone with Dumbledore to help him recruit 'Hornsnail' or whatever his name was, then who had he managed to saddle the job onto instead.

His answer was rather clear the moment he walked into the classroom. Of course, there's only one person Harry knew that could pull off pink hair. Though the brown haired man next to Tonks was also just as surprising.

"Tonk's, Remus!" he shouted whilst running from Neville's side to wrap his arms tightly around his uncle for all intents and purposes. Remus was more than happy to return the hug, clapping Harry on the back cheerfully.

"Good to see you too cub."

"Wotcher' Harry," Came the reply from the pink haired witch overlooking the two men hugging each other with a smile upon her face.

"Did you break the curse on the position? Is that how your back Remus?" Harry asked his voice full of confusion but happiness none the less.

"Not exactly, Tonk's here is actually the Professor. I'm just skirting around the curse by being classed as assistant Professor."

Tonk's, who was making herself busy by writing some introductions on the board, turned around at the sound of her name and smiled at the two brown haired wizards.

"Professor Tonk's at your service", came the pink haired witches reply before bowing overly dramatically.

Before Harry could ask anything else, or get into any conversations with the two, he was ushered to his seat just as the rest of the class filed in. Thankfully, Remus had ushered him to the seat next to Neville. An empty seat at the back between a pair of seemingly put out individuals. One with red hair and red face, the other with an oversized birds nest for a haircut and an ugly scowl on her face. Whether moony had heard of the issues he was having, or simply preoccupied with getting the class started, Harry was unsure of, but he was thankful none the less.

Class started off how Harry guessed it would when he saw Remus at the front of the class. First off he would introduce himself and Tonks, and answer a few questions regarding why he was back. Of course Malfoy had to make an issue out of Remus being a werewolf.

"You can't work around children, you're a dark creature. When my father hears about this..."

Before Draco could finish his sentence and before even Remus could say or do anything, Tonks, who had remained quiet for the introductions, shot a silencing curse at the pompous gits throat, both squeezing his vocal cords enough to ache and silencing any noise coming out of the blonde idiot. Affectively shutting him up until the spell was released. "There will be no blood purity bullshit in this classroom," cancelling the silence spell the pink haired witch continued, "and if you have any information regarding the whereabouts of your wanted father. Then please, feel free to share it with the class."

Receiving nothing but a glare and spluttering in response, Tonks's hair, which had turned a vibrant and angry red, cooled down to a bubbly pink, along with a bright smile upon her face as she turned around to write instructions on the board.

Mouthing a silent thank you to Tonks, Remus replied to Draco's earlier comment, "If I'm here Mr. Malfoy, then obviously Dumbledore convinced the board of Hogwarts differently. Now if you don't want to lose points and get a detention, then reframe from any and all derogatory comments."

The rest of the lessons went normal, or as normal as any lesson taught by Tonks could be, after Draco's verbal beat down in front of the class, questions regarding Tonks hair colour changing, spread like wildfire. After a brief explanation about being a Metamorphmagus, to which numerous females, were gawking over the idea to change themselves for the 'better'. The class got underway, an in depth description and demonstration of advanced shielding charms, spells which all who had been part of the DA, completed within the first 15 minutes.

The rest of the class, running smoothly. When the class had ended, and time for the evening meal came around, many students stayed behind to welcome back Remus and Tonks to the positions. The main body of students surrounding Tonks being of the male population. With one or two females in the mix.

With the class ended, and the others finally leaving, Harry patted his friend on the back and told him he'd meet him at lunch. Then proceeded to walk to the front and give Remus a hearty hug.

"It's so good to see you again Professor"

"Good to see you too Harry."

It didn't take long for the two men to get into a conversation, though nothing ever ventured into the important topics right away. Whether it was because of Tonks's presence or whether both just wanted things to remain light and happy in topic was unsure to Harry but either way he was happy to talk to someone.

During the re-union between the two wizards, Tonks set about cleaning up the blackboard and setting it up ready for the next class. Only occasionally adding a comment or two in regards to Remus's explanation of what he'd been doing since they last saw each other. Which Harry would later find out, the reason for Tonks knowing so much about the brown haired wizards adventures, being that they were dating. Something that immediately brought a large blush to the older man's face.

As far as Harry was concerned, Remus deserved some good in his life, having to live with the prejudices of being a werewolf was hard. More difficult than Harry could imagine.

So someone like Tonks would be perfect to cheer the old marauder up.

Soon Harry realised that he should let the two get back to their own plans, bidding his new professors back to Hogwarts, the Potter heir left the room and started walking. Was only five minutes after he'd left with no direction in mind did he really grasp the fact that he didn't have anywhere in specific to go. He had a free period for an hour until care of magical creatures, then a divination class, and finally astrology before curfew.

Sitting down on bench to the side of an empty corridor Harry tried making a plan for the rest of his day, only no matter what he did, he was unable to concentrate. But it seemed that concentrating was the least of Harry's problems. The sound of footsteps echoed along the corridor, as well as a familiar voice.

"How dare Potter say such things about us being friends. I'd rather be friends with Weasley than Saint Potter"

"Don't say such things Draco, that would be terrible."

"Your right pansy, I'd rather be friends with that know-it-all mudblood of his"

Harry not wanting to get into another confrontation with the pompous prince, racked his brain for a way of avoiding it. It was at that moment, wishing for a way of disappearing, when a nagging feeling in the back of his head almost whispered a spell to him. Disillusionment. A spell they were to learn this year. The black haired boy had of course read about it, but hadn't practised the wand movement, or anything of the charm just yet. And wasn't supposed to try for a couple of months into the curriculum, but when a tingly feeling reverberated through his head, he felt confident that he could make it work.

Seeing no other alternative, other than running, but from his guess of how close Draco was, they'd manage to see him before he could turn the closest corner. And of course then he'd never live it down. Boy-who-lives-runs-from-Malfoy.

Retrieving his wand from his pocket, he took a deep breath before twirling his wand around his shoulders before gently tapping the top of his head. The result being a cold wet feeling trickling down his back all the way to his feet. Resisting the urge to shiver, had never been so difficult for him.

Before he could look upon himself to be sure if the spell worked or not, he caught sight of Draco Malfoy and his lapdog, Pansy Parkinson turning the corner. Holding his breath almost, he watched in fascination as the two continued walking by his location without even noticing him being there. Wasn't until the two had walked to the end of the corridor and turned down another that he released a breath he didn't realise he was holding. Sagging into the bench, he looked down at himself and saw what the spell was supposed to do, whilst not one hundred percent invisible to himself, a faint outline of his former self, he'd be completely invisible to everyone else. At least as long as he stayed still or moved only very slowly.

Upon cancelling the charm with finite, warmth this time trickled down his back and to his feet, restoring his visibility completely.

Once he was visible again he dashed towards the Gryffindor common room. Getting more than halfway he slowed down and walked. His mind thinking over what had happened so far since lunch.

Firstly, Ron had made a public spectacle of their private issues. Naturally. And in front of the entire school at that. Meaning that whilst some heard more than others towards the beginning, the whole story would be out once Brown and Patil got their chance to grind it through the rumour mill. Something he was sure had occurred immediately after having left the hall.

Secondly with the help of Neville had managed to find the corridor again. Finding out in the process it seemed to be a solid wall at first, but only until after you've walked through. Quite amazing spellwork if Harry had to say so, also, if he had to hazard a guess, he'd say that there was possibly compulsion charms to compel whoever entered, to turn around and leave. Whoever or whatever was in that corridor, didn't want people in there.

Thirdly, after the corridor, both of them made a dash to history of magic where the majority of the class, like normal, fell asleep. Leaving Harry the opportunity to read his letter he got during the owl post. From Gringotts, affectively saying that his initial requests were accepted but he needed to sign some forms in person. Which brought up the subject of how Harry would be able to get out of Hogwarts long enough, without the headmaster knowing preferably, to make his way to Gringotts and finish what he started before term. That would be quite difficult, and would definitely require some thinking and planning.

Fourthly, Harry found out who his Defence-Against-The-Dark-Arts teacher was. Or teachers would be the correct term, as upon entering the classroom, he was face to face with both Tonks, the pink haired witch that had helped free him in his fifth year, from his Dursley prison. As well as his father's childhood friend and fellow marauder, Remus Lupin. Looking a lot better than the first time Harry had seen him. The first time he found out his parents' connection to Remus, he really took the man's appearance and demeanour into consideration.

Professor lupin as Harry knew him back then was very different, shy almost, where as now he seemed to be outspoken more. His clothing back there was less than average quality. It took Harry a lot of time thinking to figure out that was possibly because of his monthly condition hampering his life to the point of, getting a job and buying good clothes was most likely rather difficult. Whereas now, his clothing looked clean, and of good stitch. Maybe that was due to joining the order of the phoenix, maybe Dumbledore had actually done something to benefit someone else and had clothes bought for the man. But Harry was unsure of that just yet and instead got himself back on topic.

Fifthly and finally, after staying behind to talk to Remus and Tonks for a little bit, left the classroom and wandered off, eventually sitting down for a moment to come up with a plan when he heard the voices of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy. After calculating his chances of making it down the opposite end of the hall and around the corner out of sight, before the two made their way into the hall he was currently sat in, he realised he would be seen running away from Malfoy. Harry might not have been too much of a prideful person, but if Malfoy spread it that Harry was running from him. He'd be unable to stop himself killing the heir to the Malfoy fortune. Which would most certainly not look good on his record. Boy-Who-Lives-Takes-Revenge, Boy-Who-Lives-Turns-Dark, and many more could be the result of that. Either way, Harry needed an escape or plan of some sort and couldn't think of a thing. Until a voice in his head, one he didn't recognise at all, whispered a suggestion to him and almost drew the required information to the front of Harry's mind. To say it was an odd experience would be an immense understatement. Even with Occlumency he'd never had something whispered to him like that. But he didn't have time to think it over any more as he heard them just around the corner. Taking out his wand, he performed a spell, which he'd admit was advanced magic. Having never attempted the charm before, let alone successfully cast it, most certainly made Harry anxious and nervous if it would work. However when the cold wet feeling trickled down his back and to his toes, he knew from the description that he must have accomplished it. Maybe his mothers' charms gifts passed onto him after all. When the two slytherins walked past as if he wasn't here, he knew it'd had worked.

With a grin upon his face, he cancelled the charm and left once the coast was clear. Making his way towards his common room where he was right now.

Looking up at the portrait of the fat lady, he opened his mouth to give the password when a though crossed his mind, "what is the password?"

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