DISCLAIMER: THE BOOK BELONGS TO J. I HAVE ONLY BORROWED BOTH CHARACTERS AND PLOTLINE.

CHAPTER 6

Soon nearly two months had passed by everyone were busy either studying, hanging out, since almost everyone had found friends to hang out with or pursuing extracurriculars like music, art, chess and a and some joined a brand new club whose founders were kept a secret the Darren Potter Fan club!

Harry spent his time reading, talking to Cho about her muggle side of life promising to take him to movies and rides on the subway things that Lily had not yet let the boys experience since they were still so young. The Ravenclaw kids had seen Harry carry out his guitar one day and had made him their unofficial entertainment only when intellectual pursuit seemed to suffocate he also hung out with Darren, rarely, of course. Since his brother was swamped with things to do.

He was ahead of the class, and had started skimming through other year books. Magic fascinated him he wanted to learn as much as he could about it. No one had yet discovered about Harry's talents nor had they known about the true extent of his knowledge. He was left unnoticed by most people except Cho and his brothers friends ofcourse.

Another person who had started to talk to him and had become good friends with him was surprisingly Draco. At first he had approached Harry almost reluctantly as if fighting with himself Harry had found it very amusing and let him continue the game.

Sometimes he would find Draco lurking around the library while he was studying there or he would catch him looking at Harry sometimes. Harry knew that his actions on the quidditch field had intrigued him, his complete silence on the subject surprised him and most of all his desire for anonymity aroused his curiosity.

so Harry also pretended to be cautious around Draco thoroughly enjoying the boy's unwillingly given acknowledgement. He knew and overly friendly gesture would drive him away and anyway Harry was never good at those so he kept their conversations to the bare minimum.

This had been going on for some time until finally discussing the days homework with him for almost a month seemed to draw him out of his prejudices and disregard the usual unfortunate norms at Hogwarts, that Slytherins made no friends outside of their house.

Having crossed the lines drawn in school by people like Ron who were very one dimensional in their thoughts and would never venture to think that not everyone in Slytherin wanted to become the next Dark Lord.

Draco helped Harry with potions as he was very advanced in that subject even more than harry who was partial to charms and transfiguration. Harry maintained his guise wherein he made sure that Draco did not find out everything came ten times more easily to him than other, he understood that by doing so Draco would withdraw his tentatively offered hand as the boy hated feeling less than the best, and sadly that had already been happening repeatedly to him in class with Hermione around.

Still it was fun with Draco, he was intelligent, a little condescending sometimes but he listened to Harry and talked about unimportant stuff sometimes.

It was when they had started to go with borrowed brooms that they became good friends. Harry never let on that he could fly better than Darren one it would make Draco distrust him that he had suddenly become so good and two he did not want others to see as yet but at least he flew better than in class.

He, Cho, Draco and Blaise had started to sometimes sit under the shade of the tree by the lake and eat or talk or do homework or just play around, they had almost burnt out a stack of exploding snap cards. Very rarely Harry would bring out his guitar and play a song.

Darren had found his own set of friends. He was still super popular and now Ron Hermione were his closest friends, they were the golden trio in school and reveled in their popularity.

Hermione at first was not accepted by Ron who had openly laughed at her enthusiasm and sometimes enacted it, but, having been found crying in an empty class room by Darren who consoled her she rapidly became the third wheel.

It was on the third week that a snowy white owl had flown to Harry dropping a letter on his lap and perched on his shoulder. The letter revealed that it was his new owl. He'd run to Darren and showed him his owl while everyone around sat exclaiming over her as she was so beautiful.

Feeding her bits of his breakfast and slowly petting her and speaking to her in a low voice he let go of her to go back to the owlery. He would write a long effusive thank you letter in the evening to his parents.