Halfway through it, and Harry had already decided that this was simply the best summer he had ever had. He and Ryan had gotten to talk a few times when no one else was around, his parents were off doing work or spending time at the Lava Springs resort they owned which Harry and Ryan had visited a few times for a round of golf on the course, Harry discovered that he wasn't half bad though there was a lot more walking involved than he thought. Sharpay was either spending time at the resort or off shopping somewhere.

He and Sharpay were at a rocky point in their introductions to one another. They had spent some time around each other but that had not had the best light on it because she still hadn't gotten over his 'hideous disgrace of fashion'. He shrugged it off for the most part, figuring, or hoping rather, that she would come around in the end. When she heard that he had never sung or danced before, she had effectively made sure Harry knew that any further progress Harry wanted to make in their friendship would be instantly halted until at least two of those three issues were rectified so he was half way there after the shopping trip. She apparently only knew how to love through and because of fashion, song, or dance.

Harry had also talked with Hermione a few times, and got to talk with Ron once when Hermione was over visiting the Burrow on a day he happened to call. Ron hadn't shouted into his ear this time like he had when talking to Vernon a couple years back. During one of the conversations, Harry and Hermione decided he should claim that he was homeschooled, so that his confusion and wonder at the new school he would be attending would be explainable.

When Harry mentioned his 'worries' of being at a new and large school after having been homeschooled, Ryan jumped into explaining what kind of things to expect, the classes, how the rooms were situated through the buildings and just a general brush over of the school as a whole. Ryan also glazed over most of the subjects they had just finished studying the past year. For all the times Ryan acted dumb around Sharpay, Harry realized that Ryan was actually really smart, he just relied on Sharpay to do a lot of the more critical thinking for him because she had always been the more dominant of the two twins.

Harry returned to his room one night to see a package sitting on his bed. He walked over to it and saw a piece of parchment folded on the top of it. Opening it, he saw that is was a letter from Dumbledore.

Harry,

Hope your time with your family has been refreshing and enjoyable. I had meant to contact you sooner, but alas, things took longer to straighten out than expected. Within the package this letter came with, there is a special Pensieve. It allows you to enter into a memory and remain in it for extended periods of time without any time being lost in the outside world.

Professor Flitwick had been kind enough to work on a few of the harder charms required. Because of his hard work, we have discovered a way to allow you to continue your classes at Hogwarts, while blending in to the Muggle world still.

I know that you wished to return for the school year, however, there are undercurrents and talks of plans for an attack on you while at school. The first thought was an attack on me, but it seems that Voldemort has become entirely fixated on removing you from existence whether it is by his own wand or not.

Because of these rumors, we feel that it will be safest for you to remain out of the view of the public and no one would think to look in America in a Muggle school. I have already included memories from each of the professors of the lessons they have planned. I also included a few things I want to bring to your attention on the side of things as well.

These packages will be sent by portkey, once a week. You will 'turn in' your assignments by placing your memories into the phials that had been sent and they will be returned as they are filled up. The pensieve will act like the Room of Requirements, imagine the things you need and they will appear within the memory, allowing you to do what you need.

I wish you luck,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry read over the note a few times, slowly taking it in. This was what Dumbledore had been talking about in his office at the end of the year. Harry nodded to himself and unwrapped a large bowl. Inside it was another parchment, explaining how to use the pensieve, and then a set of seven phials that already contained a silvery, liquid-like substance within them. Setting it all to the side, he laid down to sleep for the night, deciding to test it out the following day.

Harry had called Hermione and told her the news, what Dumbledore had sent him, how it worked and how his past couple of weeks had been since he had forgotten to give her a call for a while. When Hermione heard that he wouldn't be returning for the year, he heard her make a sound that he knew meant she would be spending a long time with her nose buried in a book until she figured out whatever question was bothering her. He wasn't able to get much more conversation out of her as her mind had taken to this new problem, whatever it was and so he told her goodbye and ended the call so that she could get to it.

Harry had come to understand that you didn't keep Hermione from getting her answers unless you had a very good reason. She could be downright terrifying if she was refused the chance to get answers for too long. A couple days later, he decided it had been a smart choice. Much like he had found the large package with the penseive sitting on his bed, he found a smaller one on this particular day. He undid the wrapping and saw the words 'Call Hermione' written on a small piece of paper that was resting on top of a small mirror.

"Call Hermione?" he muttered, though it was apparently loud enough because the mirror rippled as if it was water for a few moments before it cleared and her saw Hermione's smiling face coming out of the mirror rather than his reflection.

Her face was absolutely bursting from the smile it was trying to contain, "So glad that it worked. Actually, I'm happier that you figured it out rather than actually calling me on your cell phone."

Harry blushed lightly, not wanting to tell her that it had been on accident. She explained that he could do the same thing to talk with Ron since she had given him the same thing. She told Harry that she had remembered Sirius mentioning the Marauders having something like this when they were in school.

A gleam worked its way into Hermione's eyes part of the way through the conversation and she moved around a bit while they were still talking. Hermione began muttering, what Harry guessed were spells, and then a few moments later, he had a second mirror sitting beside him. Catching on quickly, he picked it up and said, "Call Ron." Needless to say, Harry was up very late that night; talking to his two best friends and seeing their faces for the first time since school had let out.

Summer finally came to an end, Harry and Ryan had become decent friends, but there was still everything that happened between Ryan and Sharpay that Harry was a little worried about. Ryan had yet to really become his own person like he needed to be. The Weasley Twins were together, but separate. Sure, they may not be the…best example for normal twins to follow, but they are their own people, neither overshadowing the other. They are equals in practically every manner. Ryan and Sharpay however, weren't, and Harry worried that a time would come where there was a split between the two that would hurt them because of the unbalanced relationship.

Ryan was slowly becoming a little more outspoken, and Sharpay would actually halfway listen to his suggestions, but she still made the final call, which was probably a good thing. No change would be bad, but too much change at once could be worse.

The three of them were going into their Junior year of high school. Classes actually started up the Tuesday after the weekend the three were enjoying at the Lava Springs Resort. Harry's skills with golf had increased to where he wouldn't be left in the dust while playing with the Evans family, but he was still no match for their skills. Harry's enrollment had been easy and he noticed he had a couple of the same classes as Ryan and Sharpay, but most were different.

That was the one major thing that Harry wasn't looking forward to. He had always had trouble fitting in at school. Primary school because of Dudley threatening kids to stay away from 'the freak' and then in Hogwarts because of the whole Boy-Who-Lived thing and being unable to tell if they like him for Harry or were just wanting to be friends with a famous person. He had been given a chance to be around people without those factors setting in and against him, but now he was worried if people would like him at all. The school would be so big and he really only knew Ryan and Sharpay.

Harry was forced to find out as Tuesday came much quicker than he had wanted it to and he was now standing in front of the large building, looking around at all the people, hanging out in their small groups of friends. Some were mingling between one or two but it all seemed very, set in place. Only a certain group of people hung out with other certain people that were like them, Harry thought it was almost like an unspoken house sorting.

There was a group of people who all held skateboards, another group, comprised only of girls in cheerleading outfits off to another side of the walkway leading to the school. A number of people wearing band shirts, others with glasses and overalls all huddled around books-Hermione would fit right in with them, on second thought, she would probably outclass them all. Everywhere he looked, he saw people that just seemed to fit, and try as he might, he couldn't figure out where he was supposed to fit. Sure, he had the nice clothes, but he didn't think the other rich kids would accept him straight away, nor was he sure he wanted to be placed with that group.

He was broken from his thoughts by Ryan cuffing him on the shoulder, "Come on Harry, you can stick with us since we have our first class together. We can stop by the front office and grab a map and I'll show you the best routes to get from one class to another." And so, with Ryan's arm slung around Harry's shoulder the two of them walked towards the front office while Sharpay went to the bathroom to check her clothes and hair.

Apparently, Ryan had Sharpay's schedule down so well that he said he could get back to the bathroom she was in after taking Harry to the office and helping him get comfortable with getting around. "She always spends about 15 minutes primping in the bathroom before first period. I'll get you settled in mostly and then go pick her up; she won't notice any difference." He claimed while leading Harry to the office.

The first half of the day passed in an easy manner. He didn't feel too far behind the curriculum at all and was able to keep up with his teachers and even offer a decent answer or two when called upon. He was able to get assimilated with the large mass of students because apparently, seeing a new student wasn't uncommon, as you may have just never had classes with them before. When lunch rolled around however, it became a different story. He entered the cafeteria and glanced around for Ryan and Sharpay, hoping he could at least sit with them for lunch rather than trying to find someone who would let him sit with them.

He found them on one of the upper levels and carried his lunch to where they were gathered with a couple other people. He moved in that direction and saw Ryan wave at him. Harry watched as Ryan turned to the side and talked to someone next to him for a few moments before turning back to look at Harry. Sharpay glanced at Harry and gave a half smile, and though it didn't quite reach her eyes, it as more than he was really expecting.

Harry reached the table the group was stationed around and smiled at the others sitting at the table with Ryan and Sharpay. Harry smiled as Ryan began to introduce him to everyone. Apparently they were not expecting him to speak out instead of Sharpay but quickly regained their composure and smiled and nodded at Harry when they were introduced. Harry answered the questions as he was asked, but his eyes continued to drift towards one girl that was sitting with them; Kelsi, he remembered her name was. There was…something that simply made it difficult for his eyes to stay away. One time, Ryan caught his eye and subtly made a motion at her and Harry brushed slightly before looking away again to focus his attention on another question that was being asked.

Kelsi was very qute, Harry had decided. She was wearing her air pulled back with a hat on and she had a very musician look to her in her dress style overall, though she seemed very shy and reserved. She also seemed to slightly flinch when Sharpay began to speak. Harry wondered to himself why so many people were so scared of Sharpay.

A few of Harry's answers had brought a smile to Kelsi's face, and he felt like his day was complete with that simple accomplishment. She had a small stack of sheet music in front of her and she was doodling around the corners when no one was talking to her. He noticed a few words written under some notes, but most of the page was absent of them.

Lunch ended and Harry gathered his things and stood to go to his next class. Harry noted, as he moved towards the doors leading from the cafeteria, that Kelsi was heading in the same direction as him. He paused for a few moments and then began walking once more when she was even with him, "So you're a composer?" He asked lightly. She jumped, startled by the question and walking partner for that matter.

She looked over at him and nodded slightly, apparently still unable to speak from the shock he had given her. "That's really cool, have you been doing that for a while?" Harry asked. Once again, she nodded and, after a couple seconds, finally spoke, "I have been writing songs for our school plays since last year. Sometimes I think they are good, but usually most people don't like them. " She said softly before looking down at the ground as they continued to walk to the next class of the day.

"Do you mind if I see?" He asked, holding out his hand towards the sheet music that was still clutched in her hands. She pulled back for a moment before looking at him. She sighed slightly and handed the papers to him. He chuckled, "I don't have any idea how to read this, what does the melody line sound like?"

Her face broke into a small, amused smile and she hummed it lightly for him. Harry read over the few words on the page and nodded his head. "Very catchy, soothing and I think the words fit the music really well. From the little I know of music at least." He laughed a little louder than before, "Then again, after spending a summer with Sharpay and Ryan I discovered just how little I really know."

"Have you known them very long? Ryan and Sharpay, I mean." She asked softly.

"No, I only met them this summer. I only just found out that they were related to me." Harry responded.

"Did your parents not tell you about them? Why are you living with them now? Well I'm assuming you live with them." She said and then got a shocked look on her face, apparently surprised by her own boldness to ask.

Harry snickered slightly at Kelsi's reaction before sobering some, "My parents were killed when I was a year old. My guardian placed me with my mom's sister and her family. They…weren't the nicest people in the world. An issue came up at the end of school last year and they weren't wi…able to take me back to stay with them. My guardian ended up finding the Evans family here in America and so I came here."

Kelsi gasped at his answer, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"

Harry smiled easily at her, "Easy, Kelsi. You didn't know, and I've accepted the fact that they're gone. I miss them, but I've talked to a few of their friends and it has helped. Don't worry." Harry looked around him for a moment, "Well, unless you have this class then this is where I leave you." He said while turning to face Kelsi.

She shook her head and looked a little further down the hall from where they stood, "My class is down there." She said before looking back at Harry.

"Well, I hope you have a good class and if I don't see you again, that the rest of school goes well for you. It was nice meeting you Miss Nielsen, thanks for keeping me company on the way here." Harry said with a slight bow and smile before turning to the classroom behind him and walking in the room. Kelsi blushed slightly before turning to rush off towards her class, making it in to her seat a few seconds before the bell rang.

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So I wrote these first five chapters within two days of starting the story, and I was really proud of myself until I realized that these chapters are a fraction of the length of my normal chapters from my other fic. I wasn't quite so proud of myself after that. But I was still happy that the story was flowing so good.

I had meant to have this up by six but I got home at six after being at the church reworking our sound system starting at 9am, and then I had to go make a grocery run for my mom so that she could cook dinner but it is up now. Thanks to all of you who have voted on the poll or sent PM's or reviews. We'll get this worked out shortly at this pace. :) If you haven't voted on the poll yet, take a few moments and go vote, please and thanks.