The free period, along with the classes after, rolled by swiftly thanks to the comfort of having his wizarding friends with him; Ron and Hermione , along with his new found friends; Linda Darren and Mike.

During that time, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, had learned a bit about their new friends.

For example ;Linda was somewhat like Hermione in the sense that she was probably one of the smartest of her year, and seemed to know a little of everything.

Darren was not only into drawing manga, but he would also write stories to go along with his creations as well. Most which seemed to revolve around 'fictional beings', which he seemed to have a passion for. Ron seemed especially captivated by Darren's perspective of the beings they'd already encountered were portrayed in his drawings.

Mike seemed to be really into sports, and knew a little about every sport I the world (excluding Quidditch). Not only that, but he'd been on quite a few sport teams at the school until settling for soccer.

Most of the students at the school appeared to be very welcoming towards the exchange students, but of course, there were few a exceptions. Regardless, everyone had already made a couple friends.

Though Harry could not say the same thing for Draco, who seemed to be huddled together in a corner with Crabbe and Goyle, avoiding eye contact with any muggle onlooker. On the other hand, given his dislike for the blonde Slytherin, Harry felt slight enjoyment at his misery, but also partial guilt for enjoying it.

Harry switched his attention to the other students in the cafeteria, noticing that most seemed to be pretty comfortable with the presence of all the muggle students, and only a few seemed to be acting the same way as Draco towards their surroundings.

Harry looked away, pleased at how most of his friends where handling their temporary school.

He looked over and noticed a couple of flyers being handed out to a couple of Hogwarts students nearby. Ron, an then Hermione , he receiving one as well.

Schedule change:

Exchange students:

Given the 3 hours you are to spend with your school teachers (room 413), you will not attend the last four class periods with the students at Walker High.

After that, you may return to your dorms, or any after school activity.

We apologize for the mistake in the schedule.

Have a good day – Vice Principal James. T Gray.

Before Harry could hide the flyer in his backpack, Mike snatched it away from his hand, earning a scowl from Linda.

As his eyes scanned over the paper slowly, his eyebrows drew together in confusion.

"Private lessons?" he asked. "For what?"

Darren looked up from his sketch pad, eyeing the note curiously. "Let me see" He said, grabbing the paper from Mike.

Harry looked to Hermione, hoping she had an answer as she usually did in scenarios similar to this.

"We don't know." Hermione lied. "I think it might be some extra computer lab lessons."

Linda raised an eyebrow. "For three hours?" she shook her head. "No way, computer lab isn't even a prime subject."

"Wait…" Darren scanned the paper again, he scratched his head in confusion. "Do we even have a room 413?"

"Never heard of it." said Linda frowned. "We could help you find it though. Want us to come with you?"

"It's fine." Hermione answered. "We...wouldn't want to make you guys late."

Before Linda could open her mouth again, the bell rung. Harry sighed in relief and ran ahead from their muggle friends, Ron and Hermione following close behind.

He groaned, feeling bad for leaving them behind like that. He knew he couldn't risk them finding out about their secret, but he still couldn't help feeling guilty for having left them mid-sentence, and for the lies he knew were to come.

He looked over to Ron and Hermione and he could tell by the sad look in their eyes that they felt the same way. He wished it could be the same with his muggle friends as it was with his wizard ones. Still, he worried that if there was some way they could tell them the truth, that they would be rejected, just as he had been with the Dursleys. If his own blood had rejected him, the what chance did he have of ever truly being friends with them, or any muggles?

He sighed as Hermione entered the wand code on the door while he and Ron kept a look out in what seemed to be one of the emptiest hallways in the whole school.

They entered the Wizarding Hall, shutting the door behind them, taking in the Hogwarts-like surroundings.

McGonagall stood in the corner of the hall, handing them each a sheet of paper.

Classes:

Date: October 1, 1995

Monday: 1) Transfiguration

2) potions

3) elective

Tuesday: 1) Astronomy

2) D.A.D.A

3) elective

Wednesday: 1) History of magic

2) Herbology

3) elective

Thursday: 1) charms

2) elective

3) transfiguration

Friday: 1) potions

2) History of magic

3) elective

McGonagall warned them to hide the paper well, and they proceeded to class, glad to have a little breath of Hogwarts back into their lives.

The hours spent in the wizarding hall felt too short far to Harry, and he could tell the others felt the same way.

To be able to use a wand again, even though it hadn't been that long, was a relief after feeling like a trapped mouse in a maze. The sensation of the magic was so familiar, along with the surroundings of the torches and many moving paintings. It made each of the students feel like they'd never left Hogwarts to begin with. As fun as it was to experience a taste of something new, to know they still had a piece their home left was comforting.

Harry didn't even mind that he had his first two classes with the Slytherins. He actually missed Draco's sneers and glares. The fact that he was acting like his old self made it seem even more like home.

The only thing he hadn't missed was Divination, which he had sadly picked as one of his electives, along with Care for magical creatures.

He couldn't quite remember why he chose to take that subject, but if there was one thing that The Boy Who Lived couldn't do , it was being a Seer .

"Look into the crystal ball Harry!" Professor Trelawney repeated, adjusting her glasses to scowl at Harry for not following instructions.

"Yes professor." Harry sighed, wishing he had taken another elective.

"What do you see dear?" She asked, staring intently at Harry.

"Smoke.."

Trelawney frowned and turned to Ron. "What do you see?" she said, patience slipping.

"Um…" Ron said, squinting his eyes. "It looks like an L shaped object…"

Professor Trelawney raised an eyebrow. "Describe it dear." she said, taken aback by Ron's prediction.

"I don't know how…"

She eventually gave up and went to assist the next table.

Once the magical lessons where finished Harry left to find his dorm rooms, followed by Ron and Hermione. The halls, seemed more crowded now that the classes were over. Their ears filled with chatter of homework, gossip, and talk of the new upcoming witch movie on Saturday.

He spotted Emily and Andrew walking out of a nearby classroom. Andrew recognized Hermione and waved. She waved back, blushing slightly. Ron looked at her and frowned.

"What?" she asked slightly annoyed.

"Nothing." he said, still frowning.

Harry walked down the school hall, staring sadly ahead, already missing the welcoming feeling of room 413. The only thing that cheered him up his knowledge of the rooming rules; all wizarding students where to room only with other wizards, in order to have time to complete their homework.

He was glad, knowing he still had a chance to practice magic outside the wizarding room.

"Turn at left at the corner" said Hermione, looking down on her map, "I go the other way to the girl's dorms"

Harry and Ron waved goodbye to Hermione, promising to meet up later, before 'lights out'.

As he and Ron turned the corner, they met some familiar faces up ahead.

"Mike! Darren" Harry called.

Mike and smiled, as they looked back at them. Harry quickly scanned their faces, noticing they didn't seem mad, or even upset about earlier, though he could detect some unease. He knew the more he and the other wizards kept appearing and disappearing out of nowhere would raise more suspicion, but as for now he just felt happy to see them.

"Hey guys." Darren greeted. "What did you guys wind up doing?"

"Just some extra Math and science" Harry answered, having prepared an answer to the obvious question.

"Well that's boring" Mike said, then smirked. "But guess what's not boring?"

"What?" Harry and Ron asked.

"Have you met that kid Cole yet?" Darren asked "He's in some of our classes; black hair, short"

"I've seen him." Harry answered, getting a bad feeling. "What of him?"

"Darren and I saw him in the library." Mike said, beginning to break out I laughter. "We saw him check out like five books on 'Witch Hunting' "he laughed so hard he was unable to continue.

"We knew the dude was 'not right'" Darren said, laughing too. "But didn't know he was this loony"

Harry gave a fake laugh, his insides turning cold. He gripped his wizarding schedule nervously inside his pocket.

He could feel Ron go tense next to him, imagining his heart rate was about the same as his was right now. He knew a simple fifteen year old kid couldn't pose much of a threat.

Even so, he didn't want the conversation to go spiraling into witches and wizards again.

He liked the feeling of having new friends, but the reminder that if they were to ever find out the truth about who they really where wasn't something Harry wanted to dwell on, especially after their expressed hatred for wizards. After all, hadn't they said Wizards were monster, just like any werewolf or vampire?

"Ron?" Darren said, after catching his breath "You alright, mate?"

Ron looked up, worry slightly leaving his face.

"He's probably hoping we don't get some freak as a roommate" Harry lied

"Actually, an empty dorm is still available" Mike said. "It's next to ours."

Harry sighed in relief, glad to share a room with one of his friends.

Mike and Darren led the way up the steps to the east dorms.

Mike and Darren signaled to the door, opening it for them.

"Welcome to the Walker High dorms!" Darren said, tone overly dramatic.

The room seemed simple enough; bunk beds with dark blue sheets, one large window with white curtains, two closets, hardwood floor, light blue wallpaper , and a bright ceiling lamp.

The room wasn't especially large, but it was probably just a bit bigger than the average bedroom.

Once Mike and Darren left Harry and Ron's dorm, Harry began to unpack, placing his Hogwarts textbooks in the bottom of the closet, well hidden under a pile of extra blankets.

When he and Ron finished unpacking, Harry opened the window , to take in the fresh air. There was still some light out, but Harry's eyes still looked up at the sky, hopeful for some sign of her arrival.

Almost as if on command, a small, white, graceful figure flew towards the window, landing o Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig." Harry smiled, running a hand through her soft feathers.

"She bring anything?" Ron asked, opening his trunk.

Harry sighed, disappointed, having expected a letter from Sirius. He really wanted to talk to him and tell him all that had happened so far. He knew his godfather would've had some idea as to why Dumbledore had sent Harry's year here. He was well aware that the Headmaster was behind all this, and could just feel it was all somehow linked to Voldemort's return from last school year, but he couldn't prove it.

"Well.." Ron said, devious smile plastered on his face. "I have something that might cheer you up."

Harry raised a curious eyebrow, wondering what his friend could possibly be up to.

Ron then reached into his trunk, pulling out a long object, which harry would have never guessed could fit in that trunk without the use of some sort of charm.

He soon recognized the dark Ebony wood and Hazel twigs. A smile spread across his face as Ron handed the broom to him.

"My Firebolt!" Harry exclaimed, as Ron pulled out another broom from the trunk.

"I brought mine too." He said. "I heard some guys talking about how it might be safe to fly on cloudy nights when the muggles can't spot us."

"Hermione will kill us." Harry laughed, running his hand through his precious broom.

"What she doesn't know won't kill her, mate." He winked.

Just then, a knock on the door was heard. Startled, Harry quickly placed his broom back in his trunk, and Ron did the same.

"Sorry, Hedwig" Harry mumbled, as he shooed her out the window. She hooted in protest, but flapped her wings and took off into the evening sky.

Ron walked over to the door, taking one last glance around the room, he opened it, reavealing the confused faces of their two friends.

Mike and Darren stood under the door frame, puzzled expressions plastered on their faces.

"Did we just hear an owl?" Mike questioned, looking around the room.

"No.." Harry answered, trying to sound neutral. "That was just Ron."

Ron elbowed him, but kept his mouth shut.

Mike and Darren looked at each other, and then shrugged.

"You guys wanna play soccer?" Darren asked, holding up a new looking soccer ball. "We're meeting some other guys down at the soccer field,"

"Yeah, sounds fun." Harry answered, looking over at Ron who nodded. "We'll meet you down there."

Once Mike and Darren exited the room, Harry quickly explained the basics of soccer; in such a way that Ron could understand.

The goalie, he explained, was basically a Keeper with just one area to protect instead of three, and the absence of a broomstick.

The rest of the players where like Beaters minus bats, and again, brooms.

Finally, the soccer ball was akin to a single Quaffle, which could only be handled by foot.

Ron absorbed all of this information just as quickly as Harry had learned the rules of Quidditch.

Even so, Harry could still feel Ron's nervous aura emitting from him like shadow. Harry gave him a pat on the back.

"You'll do fine, Ron. It's a lot simpler than Quidditch."

Ron nodded, worry leaving his face, as he opened the door and braced himself for 'Muggle's Quidditch.'