As Blaise and Ginny advanced on them, Harry tried to think of a way to get away, but he kept drawing up a blank. Harry was wishing for anything to save him, he would even take Snape saving him. He could tell Hermione was wishing she was anywhere but here.

"One…"

"Two…"

Harry braced himself for the pain, which he knew was coming.

"Three. Crucio!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Harry looked for his savior, to find Draco standing there with his wand outstretched in from of him. Harry gave a grateful look to Draco, as Ginny, Blaise and his cronies ran for it, knowing that Draco mad was never a pretty sight.

Harry and Hermione picked up their wands, after Hermione thanked Draco for saving her; she left in the direction of The Ravenclaw Dormorties.

Harry and Draco left with The Great Hall as their destination, talking quite awkwardly along the way.

When they entered The Great Hall, they quickly took seats at The Gryffindor table, not much longer Dean and Seamus sat down across them. The 3 boys laughed just like if Draco actually belonged in the group. Harry was confused out of his mind, but didn't know what to do about it exactly. Harry zoned out of the conversation when he saw a certain redhead enter the hall.

When Ron entered The Great Hall, he was walking next to Neville, and they sat at the end of the table, by themselves. They were awfully quiet, as they whispered back and forth to each other.

After seeing Ron with Neville, Harry looked for Hermione. She was sitting in the middle of the Ravenclaw table surrounded by her whole year; she was the center of attention, even though her nose was stuck in a book.

After that the green eyes swept from the Ravenclaw table to the Slytherin table to find a certain redhead with her arm wrapped around Blaise, and her laugh echoing through the hall.

Harry sat there wondering what other changes had happened that he couldn't tell from looking. The confused Gryffindor wasn't happy that someone else had the burden of being The Chosen One. But this world or whatever he was stuck in seemed to be fairly happy.

He had so many questions, but couldn't think of a way to ask them without arousing suspicions.

"Harry?" he looked up to see Draco looking at him, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine." Harry stated and went back to his food.

That evening in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry made a list of questions he had about this new world.

Where am I?

How did I get here?

How do I get back?

How did Severs Snape become my father?

What happened to James Potter?

How did Neville become The Chosen One?

How is Draco Malfoy a Gryffindor?

How the Bloody Hell did Ginny become a Slytherin?

Why is Hermione a Ravenclaw?

If I'm not The Chosen One does that mean that, my parents are alive?

What about Pettigrew, Sirius and Remus?

Harry went to bed that night quite easily, and quite happy. No nightmares nothing.

The next morning Draco and Harry went to breakfast. After breakfast they had a break hour, so they decided to go for a walk. They ended up sitting next to the willow on the bank of The Black Lake, enjoying the sunshine.

For a while they sat there quietly not saying anything. Harry tried to think of a way to ask some of his questions, but kept drawing blanks. After about ten minutes, Harry sighed, Draco turned his attention to Harry.

"Harry, we have been best friends since we were born. You are practically my brother; I know when something is up. But you keep saying your fine, even though I know you're not. So what is on your mind mate?"

Harry's eyes widened at Draco's little speech. "I guess I'm fine Draco. I just feel weird since potions yesterday."

"Harry!" The voice caused both boys to look up! Draco almost instantly groaned, while Harry looked confused, he didn't know this person.

Walking towards the boys was a pretty blonde, with blue eyes. She was in her Ravenclaw uniform, as she carried her bag that seemed to be stuffed.

The girl in question gave Harry a huge hug, and then stuck her tongue out at Draco.

"Um…who are you?" Harry asked.

The pretty blue eyes instantly watered, and she ran off.

"Rory…come back, he doesn't mean it. Rory!" He called out to the mysterious blonde's retreating form, and then he turned back to Harry. "Thanks, a lot mate. Now we're going to get howlers from my mum."

Harry gave him a confused look, but before Draco could ask him anything. Harry's name was called again, this time from a voice that sounded like wind chimes. Harry's green eyes looked up then noticed for the first time, a beautiful redhead women headed in his direction. Even from where he was, he could see her green eyes full of love.

"Mum…" Harry whispered as he got up to meet her for a hug. Harry hugged his mother for the first time he could ever remember, causing him to nearly cry. He held her for what

seemed like forever to Draco, but only seconds for Harry.

"Hi Draco, dear. Where is your sister?"

"Hi Aunt Lily, you actually just missed her."

"Arry! Arry!" Harry looked down to see a three year old little girl. She was dressed in bright pink robes, and was clutching a stuffed lion. She had black hair that was in pig tails on each side of her head; her eyes were black but reminded Harry of licorice. Her pale skin, had light freckling across her nose and cheeks.

As the three year old reached Harry she hugged his legs. Harry smiled at her even though he had no clue who was she was. As Harry looked down over at this little girl, a shadow loomed over him, causing him to look up.

Harry's eyes widened at the sight before him, the man above him was smiling and it was scarier than his frown or scowl.

For the man that hovered over Harry was none other than Severus Snape.