A/N: Quick reminder that Rose is a muggle. I know most of you probably know, but I saw a review about it, so I figured I should say something. Also, I don't mind reviews that give genuine criticism, but please remember to be respectful when doing so. I don't sit here and ever think my book is going to be a masterpiece that'll get punlished— obviously, but I write for fun and becaude I love it. So just remember that when you review, I have feelings, too.

Fun Fact: When Zander and Rose started talking to each other, Zander wanted to date a muggle that though didn't have magic, knew of the magical world, so he would often through in little hints while talking to girls and Rose was only the second person to pick up on his hints.


(Harry POV)

I don't remember what I'd dreamt about last night as I sat up in bed with a loud yawn, early the next morning, but I know for sure I'd dreamt about something. Shrugging off the feeling I was missing something, I got up and dressed quickly with my other housemates, Henry paralleling my actions and dressing as well.

"I can't believe we're actually finally here." My brother whispered as we now headed out of our common room and up the stairs, heading for breakfast. I nodded as I looked around at everything, examining the common room closely.

The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs with soft cushions lining them and lanterns of the stone tables that gave off a beautiful glow.

Looking at my cousin though, I could tell that he was looking at the curtains that were pulled over the windows on each wall. Behind those curtains would obviously be the lake and it's glowing mysteriousness and though I knew he wanted to go look, he didn't as Henry followed me out of the common room and through the labyrinth that was the dungeons, before we reached the stairs that lead us up and to the main hall, so we could get to the Great Hall.

Walking into the Great Hall, I smiled when I saw Ron and waving, he grinned and waved back, though with Henry, we went and sat at the Slytherin table, where Urie was already seated, a giant plate of pancakes in front of her as she tied her hair back. "You know it's serious when I pull out the Hair tie." She smiled as we approached and sat across from her. Still in her pajamas, she'd probably come here early to eat before going back downstairs to dress and in most cases, I'd think that was smart, so she could get here before everything was gone, but despite all the people that had been here already, the tables were still lined.

They had everything anyone could ask for, from a million different options of cereal, oatmeal, cream of wheat, to pancakes, waffles, in flavors of blueberry, strawberry, cherry, chocolate, banana, they had fresh fruits of all kinds, scrambled eggs, runny eggs, hard boiled eggs, sausage links, patties, bacon, potatoes, tortillas, and so many different flavors and kinds of milk and juice, that I honestly sat there for ten minutes just trying to decide what to eat, while Urie finished her large plate of pancakes and was now piling her plate with eggs, sausage, and potatoes.

Finally deciding on making myself a couple of burritos, I ate as Henry stacked himself a plate of strawberry waffles and began to drown them in syrup before eating, making me laugh when he got the stuff all over his face. "That's why I come in my pajamas." Urie said as she now drank some chocolate almond milk and that's when I noticed that she was indeed a very messy eater. She had bits of pancake, egg and crumbs of bread all over her face and all over her pajama top.

Henry laughed and she shrugged. "I'm efficient."

"I mean, I bet it's funner to eat 'efficiently', then it is to eat with a fork and spoon."

"Silverware is for the weak."

"I mean… what..?" I turned and laughed when I saw Malfoy standing by the table, and looking at Urie as if she had two heads.

She merely stood and grinned at him, "Well, it is. Not my fault you're weak." Henry and I laughed and as we did, Malfoy gave us a look, but smiled after a moment. "Well, now if you'll excuse me, I must go and change." With that, she headed out of the Great Hall and most likely back down to the common room.

As we moved for Malfoy to sit, I looked from him to the doors as something struck me. "Where's your friends?" I asked. I'd seen the blond boy with those two large kids so many times now that the image of the three of them together was becoming a permanent fixture in my mind and seeing him alone made me seem bigger in a way, which to me felt very odd.

"Oh them, I don't have to be around them all the time." At his answer, I shrugged as Snape now came down the aisle of the table, handing out schedules.

"Oh look! We got Charms first today. Oh and look! Double potions on Friday." Henry said and I grinned.

"Ugh, but it's with Gryffindor." Draco groaned.

I shrugged, not really seeing a problem with them as Urie came over and sat down beside me once more. After receiving our timetables, we all stood up and after being instructed on how to get to our first class, we headed off.

I walked with Henry, Draco, and Urie to our charms class, where professor Flitwick invited us in, then took roll from a long piece of parchment as he stood on a stack of large books behind his desk.

After taking roll, we immediately got to work on basic charmwork and I was proud to find that I was actually really good at the spells that we were given. Next to me, Henry and Urie struggled a little, but Draco excelled in his spellwork and got a couple rounds of applause from the entire class.

By the time class was over, the entire class was full of laughter and too much conversation to understand over all the chatter, and Draco, Henry, Urie and I had found that we had a lot more in common then we'd originally thought.

"Dad and I love watching Quidditch together." Henry said and I grinned.

"Did you guys go to the World Cup last summer?" Draco asked and I shook my head. Aunt Rose and Uncle Zander had wanted to wait until we were a bit older to take us to an event like The Quidditch World cup, because there would be so many protective charms and such, that Uncle Zander was worried that someone might find out about my real identity and if it happened, he wanted me to be a bit older.

"Dad said we're going to the next one, though." As compensation, we'd gone on vacation in the United States. I'd had so many new types of food, that when I'd gotten home, I'd found that some foods I appreciated more and some I had started hating.

"Maybe we can all go togeth— are you okay?" Draco turned around as Henry stumbled, almost falling down.

"Yeah." Henry stood straight and looking passed him, I saw one of the thug boys that had been with Draco earlier walking away with the other, a deep scowl on his face.

"I think maybe someone's a bit jealous." Urie smirked as we reached our next class and Draco rolled his eyes. He obviously didn't care about their feelings. At least he wasn't being really mean to anyone right now. I know I wouldn't let him if he was, even if it stopped any potential friendship we might have.

(Henry POV)

I soon learned what suffering really was. There were a total of a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that we had to remember to jump or we'd get stuck until someone came and pulled us out— this happened to me the second day and I called for someone for ten minutes before I was found. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless we asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. I loved watching the people in the portraits as they'd go to visit each other though, and Harry and I were sure the coats of armor could walk.

The ghosts didn't help, either. It was always a nasty shock when one of them glided suddenly through a door we were trying to open. A few kindly ghosts were helpful in pointing us in the right direction however, but Peeves the Poltergeist was worth two locked doors and a trick staircase if any of us met him when we were late for class. He would drop wastepaper baskets on our heads, pull rugs from under our feet, pelt us with bits of chalk, or sneak up behind us, invisible, grab our nose, and screech, "GOT YOUR CONK!"

Even worse than Peeves, if that was possible, was the caretaker, Argus Filch. Harry and I managed to get on the wrong side of him on our second morning. When Filch found us trying to force our way through a door that unluckily turned out to be the entrance to the out-of-bounds corridor on the third floor. He wouldn't believe us when said that we were lost. He was sure we were trying to break into it on purpose, and even threatened to lock us in the dungeons when eventually, we were rescued by Professor Quirrell, who was passing.

Filch owned a cat called Mrs. Norris, a scrawny, dust-colored creature with bulging, lamp like eyes just like Filch's. She patrolled the corridors alone. Break a rule in front of her, put just one toe out of line, and she'd whisk off for Filch, who'd appear, wheezing, two seconds later. Filch knew the secret passageways of the school better than anyone — except perhaps Harry who'd obsessively studied the map Sirius had given him before we'd come — and could pop up as suddenly as any of the ghosts. The students all hated him, and it was the dearest ambition of many to give Mrs. Norris a good kick. If only the marauders map helped us when a door felt like it was in a bad mood or when we were in front of a door that almost certainly would lead to death.

And then, once you had managed to find them, there were the classes themselves. When magic became more than just the way we lived and be me something we had to know the intricacies to, it became a much tougher thing to do than just wave our wand and say a few words.

We had to study the night skies through our telescopes every Tuesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets. Twice a week we went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where we'd learn how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for. Easily the most boring class was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while we scribbled down names and dates, and got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up.

Professor McGonagall was again different. It had been quite a correct assumption to think she wasn't a teacher to cross. Strict and clever, she gave us a talking-to the moment we sat down in her first class.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again and we were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon, we became disappointed to realize that we weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of complicated notes, we were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Draco and I had made any difference to our match and as Professor McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy, she gave us a rare smile.

The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which we all said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. For one thing, when a kid in our class asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the older kids insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

As the rest of the week flew by, Harry and I tried to make time to find Ron, but no matter what we did, it never seemed to work out for any of our schedules and especially because he seemed happy enough hanging with his fellow Gryffindors, I didn't really feel as bad when he asked to hang out the first Friday afternoon we had at school and we said we couldn't. Harry and I had made plans already to go with Draco and Urie to the lake and hang out in the nice sun.

It would be warm and bright and though we were sure we'd have some homework, we figured we'd take it outside with a quaffed and play catch after we did our homework. Harry and I couldn't wait to play Quidditch, so dad had gotten me a set of Quidditch balls for my birthday, which I played with all the time, especially my snitch. Draco was surprisingly chill and as we hung out more, he seemed to chill out around us a bit, becoming less stressed and mean, but we'd only known him less than a week, so I supposed we'd see in due time what kind of person he is..

Before our summer afternoon in the sun though, we had to get through a class that I was both dreading and looking forward to. We had to go to our first ever class of double potions, which we had with the Grydfendors.