Classes went as expected for Harry. This time, he knew his way around the school, so he didn't get lost. The work was easier since Harry did it all in his dream and remembered what he learned. Lupin's lessons were amazing. It was Snape's first lesson that Harry was nervous about.

Professor Snape gave his traditional welcome speech before starting in on Harry. This time, Harry made sure to know the answers.

"Potter," said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormword?"

"A sleeping potion called Draught of Living Death," Harry answered.

"Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

"In the stomach of a goat," Harry answered.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"They are the same plant," Harry said.

When it was time to work on the potion for curing boils, Harry made sure to keep an eye on Neville. When he saw Neville about to add the porcupine quills, he tried to stop him.

"Take it off the fire, Neville," Harry yelled. "Quickly, before it explodes!"

His warning came too late. Neville had already added the quills and was now covered in boils.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand.

"Excuse me, Professor," Harry said, "But I don't think calling Neville an idiot will help his boils. I think he needs the hospital."

"Be quiet, Potter," Snape snapped. "Take him to the hospital wing," he told Seamus.

The day Neville got his rememberbrall, Harry was ready and waiting for Malfoy. Just like in the dream, Professor McGonagall intervened before anything happened.

At the first flying lesson, Harry watched Neville break his wrist.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?" Malfoy laughed.

"Is that nice?" asked Harry. "It hurts to break your wrist."

"Look!" Malfoy said. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."

Harry had a dilemma. Should he stop Malfoy before he flies off and risk not making the quiddich team, or should he wait for Malfoy to take off with it? Despite the dream, and his desire to save the world, Harry was still an eleven-year-old boy, and the idea of leading Gryffindor to a quiddich victory, was very tempting.

"Can I have it please?" Harry asked.

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find, how about up a tree?"

"Please don't," Harry requested nicely.

As soon as Draco left the ground with the rememeberbrall, Harry was hot on his tail.

"Come on, Draco," Harry said. "Why do you have to give him a hard time?"

"Catch it if you can, then!" he shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.

Harry caught it of course, and wasn't even scared when Professor McGonagall ran to him. He knew he just became the youngest seeker, but was concerned about ruining his chances with Malfoy. He wasn't surprised when Malfoy approached his table.

"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back?"

"I thought we were friends," Harry said. "Why are you acting like this?"

"Why not?" asked Draco.

"Is this how you treat your friends?" Harry asked him.

"Are you still willing to be friends with me if we're in different houses?" Draco asked back.

"Of course," Harry said. "I thought I told you that already."

"You didn't include me in the action the first night," Draco complained.

"I didn't include anyone," Harry said.

"I saw you with Weasley," Draco remembered.

"That's because I needed his rat," Harry said with a grin. "If you bring a death eater to school, I'll bring you to the head table, too."

"I think I'll pass," Draco said. "If you do anything else to make you famous, let me know first."

Harry agreed, and Draco returned to his table.

After dinner, Harry went to visit Neville in the hospital wing. He asked Madam Pompfrey to remind Neville of the password before she sends him back and offered to write it down for him. There was no need to sneak out for a wizard duel or find Fluffy.

The next day, Harry received his broom. This time, it was from Sirius with congratulations for making the team. Harry turned to Ron and said, "Do you have a quill on you? I need to write Padfoot to thank him for the broom."

"Padfoot?" Fred and George asked the same time.

"Oops, I meant Sirius," Harry said.

"Why did you call him that?" asked Fred.

"My dad and his friends gave each other nicknames. My dad was Prongs. As a baby, I knew all of them by their nicknames," Harry explained.

"Who are Moony and Wormtail?" George asked.

"I don't know if they want you to know," Harry said. "How do you know them?"

Fred pulled out a parchment and said, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Harry looked at the map.

"Cool," he said. "My dad and his friends made this. Just be careful with it, Moony is a professor. If he catches you with it, he will recognize it and confiscate it."

"Can we meet them?" Fred and George asked together.

"I'll ask Sirius," Harry said. "I'm writing him now."

Harry took out a parchment and wrote:

Dear Sirius,

Thank you so much for the broom! I can't wait to fly it!

Fred and George Weasley found a certain artifact you and your fellow marauders left behind. They would love to meet with you over the holidays to discuss it. I didn't tell them who Moony is, as I don't think he would appreciate it.

I love you,

Harry

"A nimbus two thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. "I've never even touched one."

Harry and Ron rushed outside to open it, but were stopped in the entrance hall by Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Malfoy grabbed the package and felt it.

"That's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face.

"Do you want a turn on it after me and Ron?" Harry asked.

"Sure," Draco said.

"We better hurry," Harry said. "We have to be in class soon."

They each took one turn around the quiddich pitch before returning the broom to Harry. Harry was very quiet while Ron and Draco had their turns. He was thinking about how hard it is to act all the time. The real Harry Potter would have fought with Draco. It took every ounce of self control for Harry to still be nice to someone like that. He knew why he was doing it, but it still didn't make it easier.

That night, Harry took his invisibility cloak with him to his first quiddich practice. When practice was over, he slipped on his cloak and went to the room of requirement.

"I need a place where I can be myself," Harry thought.

When the room opened, he was delighted to find punching bags and tackling dummies. He marveled at the way that the room knew exactly how he felt and what he wanted to do. After letting off steam for a half hour, Harry returned to common room in a much better mood.