Third Year Day 1

The day of September 1st 1993, went by almost like the first time around. Firstly, when Mr. Weasley made him promise that he wouldn't go after Sirius, Harry promised that he wouldn't go after someone who was trying to kill him. So, technically, he could go after Sirius because he didn't want to kill him. Then, he made sure that Ginny would sit with them, despite that neither Ron or Hermione wanted her there. They sat in the compartment with Remus again, and it took all of Harry's self-control to keep himself together. The rest of the journey went on like the first time, though he made sure not to faint when the dementors came by and have lots of chocolate near-by. Their arrival was the same, they were given chocolate, Hermione took the time-turner.

It was after everyone had gone to bed that Harry and Ginny finally had a chance to talk through the diaries. They were in their beds, curtains drowned with privacy charms in place.

Ginny: Are you awake?

Harry: Yes. I was waiting for Ron to sleep before I opened the journal.

Ginny: Okay, then. So, what have you been up to since we came back?

Harry: Oh, I've been pretty busy. After I got over the shock of being back in 1993, I went to the bank and claimed the Headship of the House of Potter. A couple of days later, I went back and claimed various estates and fortunes that were mine through dead bloodlines and various wills. I still can't believe how many people named me their heir after that night!

Ginny: Voldemort terrorized our world for eleven years before you stopped him, love. Some saw it as you avenging their dead and making the world a safe place again. That's their way of thanking you.

Harry: But I didn't do anything!

Ginny: Yes, but they think you did. I know that it was your mum's sacrifice, but they don't understand it.

Harry: That is annoying. But anyway, I've spent a good amount of time sorting through those estates, but I am nowhere near done. And I want to sort through the various properties, trinkets and heirlooms to see what we'll keep and what we'll sell.

Ginny: I will help you Harry. I am not going to leave my husband suffer alone.

Harry: Why thank you, baby.

Ginny: You are very welcome. You know I was thinking, remember, before we sent ourselves back, we were thinking about how we could make the wizarding world less corrupt and more muggle friendly …

Harry: I do. Do you want to start that project a few years earlier?

Ginny: Yes!

Harry: That's settled then. Now, about the timeline, I think we should wait until Christmas before we change anything. I want to send Sirius to the cottage outside of Hogsmead, but it needs a bit of work. I'm was thinking of hiring Dobby to fix it up and stay there to take care of him. What do you think?

Ginny: I think it is a very good plan. We can sneak in Hogsmead during weekends and visit him. It will be easy since you are supposed to be at the castle. We won't have Ron and Hermione asking questions. We'll hide under the cloak and no one will know.

Harry: I knew there was a reason I love you.

Ginny: Prat.

Harry: But I am your prat. Before I forgot, what are we going to do about our snake friends?

Ginny: I don't know. *sigh* But we have to help Draco. We can't let him go through the same things again.

Harry: We won't. How about we meet at the library after our last class every day? That way we can both spend time together and avoid the other two and our snake friends spent a lot of time in the library. Maybe we can befriend them like that. Plus, I am fairly sure I have Ancient Runes and Arithmacy with most of them.

Ginny: That is a good idea. And I will try and pair up with Astoria as much as I can.

Harry: Good. Meet me at the common room for breakfast at 7:30?

Ginny: You got yourself a date, Potter.

Harry: Good to hear it, Potter. It's getting late. We need to sleep; it's been a long day.

Ginny: I know. Goodnight, Harry. I love you.

Harry: I love you too, Gin. Goodnight.

The next morning, Harry and Ginny met at the common room and went down for breakfast. He felt guilty, when he realized that the first time around, he wasn't hanging out with Ginny and that meant she had to sit all by herself during meals because she never really had any friends until they started the DA. They sat in the middle of their table and chatted about Quidditch and the World Cup that was coming up next summer. Ron and Hermione joined them a few minutes later with Ron complaining because Harry didn't wait for him. Harry had to bite his tongue so that he wouldn't say anything he shouldn't. luckily, McGonagall came to his rescue. Almost. She gave them their timetables.

"Hm, Harry and I have Divination first thing." Ron said grabbing a spoonful of eggs.

"Actually, I have Arithmacy." Harry corrected.

"What? But you didn't take Arithmacy!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Actually, I changed my electives. I picked Runes, Arithmacy and CoMC. Divination is useless if you are not a true seer." Harry shrugged.

"Why? We agreed to only take Divination and CoMC!" Ron exclaimed.

"I agreed to that initially, because you wanted to take those, but I thought about Percy's advice and realized that Runes and Arithmacy are more useful than Divination will ever be." Harry said and had to bit his tongue so that he wouldn't say something impolite.

"But …"

"No buts, Ron. This way I will have more career options and Runes seems to be a really interesting subject." Harry cut the youngest red head boy. "What do you have this morning?" he asked turning to Ginny.

"I have Charms first thing and then DADA and Transfiguration." She replied before finishing up her cereal.

"Why do you care?" Ron demanded.

"Don't forget I want a detailed description of the new teacher." He grinned.

"Sure. See you at lunch?" she asked getting up.

"Of course." He nodded.

"Good. Have a good morning." He said to the three before heading up to the common room.

"What was all that?" Ron asked not too politely, over a spoonful of eggs.

"All what?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"With Ginny!" he exclaimed.

"We came down for breakfast and I asked her about her classes. What's so weird? Those are things friends do."

"She is not your friend, though." Hermione commented.

"What?" Harry blinked.

"She is not your friend. You know nothing about her. you haven't even talked to her before." She said in her know-it-all tone.

"Hermione is right." Ron said firmly.

"No, she isn't. she is my friend. We wrote to each other, we talk and yes I do know things about her. She is addicted to chocolate, her favorite subject is Charms, she follows The Holyhead Harpies and her favorite player is Gwenog Jones. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to go and get ready for class." He said and left the table, walking quickly.

Seriously, didn't they understand that he and Ginny were at least friendly after spending a whole day together before school started? And even if they didn't why wouldn't they believe him when he said that they were indeed friends. They were offensive, as if he couldn't have any other friends other than them. Were they always like that and he was just too busy to understand it? Thinking back, he realized that other than these two, Harry never had any other close friends. Was it because of him being too busy with the Dark Idiot or because Ron and Hermione had something to do with this? Maybe he should talk to Ginny. As an outsider back then, she might have noticed something.

He finally made it to the Tower and after giving The Fat Lady the password, he entered the common room. When he didn't see Ginny, he went up to his dorm and gathered his books and supplies for the morning. He made sure his trunk was properly locked, he went down and left for the first class for the morning. He found the classroom and since he was ten minutes early, he chose a nice desk in the second row on the left side. He made himself comfortable and opened his textbook on the first chapter, to pass his time. Slowly, the class began to fill. Hermione walked passed him not even noticing him and sat on the first desk on the other side of the room.

"Potter, can I sit here?" the voice of one Daphne Greengrass asked.

"Sure." He nodded. Maintaining a cool exterior, he internally was very glad with this development. The first move to approach their snake friends had just been made.

It wasn't long before Professor Vector came. She was a good looking woman in her late thirties. She had long black hair and light green eyes. She seemed to be a younger version of Professor McGonagall. She was a strict no nonsense woman, but fair non the less. She explained the principles of the subject and then, they began working on some simple equations. Though certainly not his favorite, it was a nice course, Harry decided.

Transfiguration was a blur of spells, as they were reviewing the things they had already learnt. Harry made sure to partner up with Neville so he could help him whenever he had trouble with something. It had turned out that Neville was a very good friend, so Harry was going to befriend him sooner this time.

He met Ginny outside of the Charms classroom and they went down for lunch. They made sure to only talk about their classes thus far, in case anyone overheard something. After a hearty meal, they returned to the common room for a bit, before Harry had to go to the Greenhouses, where they had Herbology with Ravenclaw. After an enjoyable lesson, he met with Ginny at the Library to do some research for a little project they had in mind.

On their way back to the common room, they stopped in the kitchens to have a little chat with Dobby, who readily agreed to work for the great Harry Potter. Of course Ginny teased him all the way up to the dorms about Dobby, the President of the Harry Potter Fan Club. That night they went to sleep with small smiles on their faces. With those tiny little changes, they had made that day, they felt more hopeful for the coming future.

A/N: Yay, I'm back! Sorry it took so long, but I hit an awful author's block. I'm good now, though. Don't forget to check 'That's it! We are eloping!', a little Valentine's gift for you. It's about ho Harry and Ginny finally got married. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think. xxx