A Different Beginning

A/N: It's like 12 am right now on the 31, Happy Birthday Harry Potter and J.K Rowling! If you have a Facebook, please like Pottermore, cause once it gets to a thousand likes, a big clue will be let out! Just had to post this.

Rest of the Year In Letters (mostly)

Friday morning found Harry and Ron eating breakfeast when Errol, the Weasley's owl, dropped the Daily Prophet on Ron's lap, with a letter.

"Can I see that?" Harry asked, motioning towards the newspaper. Ron nodded, and Harry picked it up.

"Hey, there was a break in at Gringotts," Harry exclaimed, "It happened the day of my birthday."

"Impossible," Ron said.

"No, look," Harry thrusted the newspaper in Ron's face.

"No way, wonder who did it," Ron said.

"Why is it such a shock?" Hermione asked.

"Gringotts is one of the safest places ever," Harry replied.

"Anything suspicious happen at your party?" Hermione asked.

"Not really, only…" Harry trailed off, "Hagrid gave me his present, and a small package fell out, I asked him what it was, but he just said it was for Dumbledore."

"Do you think that's what the goblins are looking for?" Ron wondered.

"I don't know," Harry responded truthfully.

"Can we worry about this later, we have flying lessons with Madam Hooch," Hermione said.

"Alright, let's go," Harry said. They all made their way down to where the lesson would be held. One could say the lesson went great, both Harry and Malfoy got their broom up into their hands the first time, Ron managed to do it his second. Everyone was ready, until Neville pushed up early, and couldn't control the broom. That ended up being a problem, so Neville had to be taken to the Hospital wing. That's where the trouble started.

"Give it back, Malfoy," Harry yelled. He was currently up in the air, trying to get Neville's remembrall back from Malfoy.

"Never," Malfoy yelled back, and then he threw it. Harry, without thinking, raced after it, and almost hit the ground when he caught it, but pulled up at the last minute. As Harry got off his broom, everyone gathered around him, praising him.

"Harry Potter," McGonagall then called. Harry followed her, waiting for punishment.

Dear Mum and Dad and Selena,

Everything's great here, and the food is almost as good as mum's cooking. I'm better friends with Ron and Neville than before, and there's this girl, Hermione, who is sort of a know it all, but she's a good friend. I'm glad to hear Ginny and Selena are getting along.

You guy's wouldn't believe it, I made the quidditch team! I had dove down to get a remembrall Draco Malfoy (now my enemy) had taken from Neville. McGonagall had taken me to see Oliver Wood, who is the Gryffindor team captain. I got the position of Seeker.

I can't wait to see the look on Malfoy's face when he sees me playing instead of in the stands. I have a duel with Malfoy tonight, but I doubt he'd show up, so me and Hermione are trying to keep Ron and Neville from going.

Write back soon,

- Harry

Dear Harry,

Congrats on winning your match. We were worried when we heard about the troll incident, but we're glad your safe. DON"T EVER DO ANYTHING SO RECKLESS AGAIN! (That was you mum, personally, I think what you did was awesome)

Stay safe,

- Mum, dad, and Selena

Dear Mum and dad and Selena,

Ever hear of the sorcerer's stone, or maybe Nicholas Flamel? We figured out the three headed dog Fluffy is guarding it, and Snape wants to steal it, and give it to Voldemort. I saw him, in the forest last night, and tonight Ron, Hermione, Neville and I are going through the trap door to protect the stone, keep it away from Snape.

Wish me luck,

- Harry

Harry woke up to see a blur of light. He sat up and looked around. He saw his glasses on the bedside table, and put them on. Groaning, he realized he was in the hospital wing.

"Harry," a voice said. Albus Dumbledore was at the end of his bed, where presents lay as well.

"A token from your admirers, everything that happened with Professor Quirrel was a complete secret," Dumbledore told him, his eyes twinkling, "So naturally the entire school knows."

"How are Ron, Hermione, and Neville?" Harry asked.

"They are all fine, minor injuries," Dumbledore replied. Harry let out a sigh of relief, and relaxed into the pillows. Then the door opened to revel his mum and dad, with Selena behind them.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER," Lily roared, "YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN"T GET INTO THE SITUATIONS, AND THAT YOU'D STAY SAFE!" Harry cringed, and looked hopelessly at his dad.

"Sorry kiddo, but your mums right," he said.

"Coward," Harry muttered, and James looked sheepishly at Lily. She sat down next to Harry, and pulled him into a strong hug.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," she said.

"I know," Harry sighed, "Can I play in the final match?"

"Absolutely not," Madam Pomfrey said, heading over with a tray of potions, "Drink up, you can talk later, now you need rest." Harry sighed, and drank the potions.

"We'll see you at the platform," James said, and led the family out.

"Professor," Harry started, "How come Quirrel couldn't touch me?"

"Love, Harry," Professor Dumbledore replied, "You mother's love for you kept you alive the night Voldemort came to kill you. Love is a powerful weapon, because Voldemort doesn't have the ability to love, which makes you all the more powerful." Harry nodded, and drifted off the sleep.

Harry stood on Platform 9 3/4 , searching the crowd for his parents. He barley had time to breath, when someone threw their arms around him. He looked down, and saw Ginny.

"Hey," Harry grinned.

"Are you ever going to stay out of trouble?" she asked.

"Nope," Harry smirked. Shaking her head, Ginny let go, and pulled him through the crowd.

"Ready to go?" James asked. Harry nodded, and said goodbye to the Weasleys. He hopefully would see them over the summer. As they walked back to the car, he saw Malfoy glaring at him, and an older version of Malfoy looking angry. Some things never change Harry thought. It's good to be home.

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