A. N. Well, it's been a while! This is the new version of chap 6, I was told by my beat that the slash wasn't good and after re-reading it I could see that it wasn't so I changed it and here is the beta'd copy.
Thanks ItsMajesty for the beta-ing
Harry woke at seven the next morning and, sitting up in bed, read another few pages of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. When he was fully awake he orbed to his kitchen and started to cook two croissants and poured some cranberry juice into a glass from the carton in the fridge.
He orbed to his sitting room and picked up the book, orbed back and got out the croissants.
Mmm, they smell lovely, Harry thought as he put chocolate spread on them.
He skimmed through the handbook as he was eating and, just as he was finishing, he heard a knock at the front door.
Damn, Harry thought as he orbed to his bedroom. I'm not ready.
He grabbed his wand and cast a clothes-changing spell that refreshed him, and he orbed to the front door, shoving his wand into his pocket.
"Hi, Leo," Harry said, as he opened the door.
"Hey, are you ready?" Leo asked.
"Just a second," Harry said, and he ran through to the kitchen and cleaned his glass and plate with a wave of his wand ("Scourgify!"). With another wave of his wand, he sent them flying over to the sink, where they could stand and look like they were drying.
"Okay, ready," Harry said when he was back in his sitting room. "Are we going 'up there'?" he asked.
"Yes that's where the course is," Leo told him, holding out his hand.
Harry found himself standing on a cloud where what looked like a muggle assault course, demons inclusive, was set out.
"Right, what have I got to do?" Harry asked when he had memorised every turn he could see (he knew his seeker's eyes and memory would make this much easier).
"You've got to get to the end of the course using your healing and Orbing powers," Leo told him. "The people must be healed and you must orb past any obstacles. Got that?"
"Yep, how long have I got?"
"About four minutes, the fastest person did it in two minutes and forty-seven seconds. Oh, and can I have your wand please?"
Harry handed over his wand somewhat reluctantly and stood on the start cross.
"On your marks, get set, go!"
Harry orbed to the first person and healed him. He then orbed to the next one, but a demon popped up behind her, so Harry grabbed her hand, orbed her behind a wall, and healed her, then he orbed to the next body and so on until the end of the course.
"Done," Harry said, as he walked casually over the finish line a short while after.
"Wow," Leo said, when he had orbed to Harry. "That's the fastest ever! - Two minutes and twenty-three seconds!"
"Cool!" said Harry, amazed that he could finish, let alone be the fastest ever. "Do I get a charge now then?"
"Yes, you have proven that you are more than ready. You orbed to each person to reach him or her quickly, whereas most people just run. Here's your certificate," Leo said, with a click of his fingers.
Wicked!" Harry said, using one of Ron's favourite descriptives.
Later that afternoon, Harry was moving furniture around his sitting room when someone knocked on the front door.
"Hey, Harry! I brought some friends with me and more are coming in a bit," said Adam when Harry had opened the door and let him in.
"Cool, I'll get some drinks, what do you want? I haven't got any alcohol though."
"That's okay, we do! I sort of just assumed you would pass."
"Yeah, two minutes twenty-three seconds, the fastest ever!" Harry said proudly.
"Well, you never did do anything by halves did you Potter?" said a familiar, drawling voice from the open door.
"Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed, whipping to face the tall, handsome blond man who walked into Harry's apartment. "What the hell are you doing here? Surely you can't be a Whitelighter too? Last I heard you fell off the edge of the planet!"
"Nice to see you too, Harry. And no, contrary to popular belief I am not dead. I just moved here to San Francisco and made some friends who don't know about my father. Adam said a new friend of his was taking the Whitelighter test today and asked if I would like to go to his congrats party. So here I am and, to be honest, never in a million years did I think I'd see you made a Whitelighter. Though it figures, you being the golden boy and all." And with that Draco walked up to a brunette woman who was standing next to Adam watching the scene unfold and lightly threw an arm over her shoulder.
"Oh, so why did you move here? I thought you were all set to become a Death Eater once we had graduated from Hogwarts."
"Well, actually -"
"What?" Adam cut Draco off as his brain processed the words Death Eater and Hogwarts. "Did you just say Hogwarts as in the school of Magic from the Harry Potter books?"
"Yeah, erm, -didn't you think it was a bit strange that I look like the kid described in those books and that I have the same name?"
"You've got the scar too," Draco added.
"Yes, thank you Draco, I really needed to be reminded of that fact," Harry said sarcastically, treating Draco to a death glare that would rival Snape's.
"Oh, right. So you're really Harry Potter?"
"Yes."
"Well, that still doesn't explain how you know Drae," Adam said, still confused.
"Drae?" Harry scoffed, earning himself a glare from the young blond. "Well, who was the only person Harry hated?" he said, turning back to Adam.
"Er… Voldemort?"
"No, not old Voldie. I pitied him more than I hated him."
"Oh … Draco Malfoy?" he said, still thinking. As this point registered properly in his mind he whipped around and addressed Draco. "Wait, Draco Malfoy. You're the Draco Malfoy, a wizard who is in books?"
"Yep, that would be me. Sorry, I would've told you but Wizard Law states that only a witch or wizard's significant other is allowed to know, and said significant other's family after a wedding or bonding ritual. And seeing as my "significant other" is Lexy, she's the only one who knows. Unless they guess," he added as an afterthought.
"Oh, right," he said, sitting down in one of the chairs by the wall.
"So anyway, Draco," Harry butted in, "seeing as you are the friend of one of the three people I know here, would you consider a truce?" He held out his hand.
"Well, you certainly are a handy person to have around if I should find myself in a tight spot. Especially now that you can't die," he said and shook Harry's hand.
"Right then, as the fourth person I know here, would you be so kind as to introduce me to these people who are probably thinking I'm mad?"
"Sure. This is my fiancé Alexandra Harper."
"Hey, and it's Lexy. Call me Alexandra and I'll have to hurt you!" she said and Harry got the feeling that she would stay true to her word.
"Hi. So how long have you had to put up with Draco then?" Harry joked.
"Hey, I'm not that bad, it's your own fault that I hexed you so much. If you were in Slytherin then maybe we would've got on. But then again, you have so many Gryffindor qualities you wouldn't have survived long in Snake territory."
"Well, the only reason the hat didn't make me a Snake was that I asked it not to." Harry retorted.
"Really? That's interesting. Anyway, Lex and I have been together for four years now, and we were friends for a year first," Draco told him.
"This is my brother Niall," Lexy said, turning around to pull a tall man, who looked exactly like her with darker hair and "designer stubble", forward.
"Hey … So, Harry Potter?" he said a little apprehensively.
"That's me!" Harry replied rather chipperly.
"Cool, so, how did you die? Was it in "The Final Battle" against Lord V.?"
"Lord V.? that's a good way of shortening his name, nice and concise, must mention that to Ron next time I …" Harry's voice faltered as he remembered he would never see Ron again.
"Er, Harry? Harry?" Harry was snapped out of his mind by someone yelling.
"What? Oh, sorry, got lost for a moment. What was the question?"
After that the party flew by in a blur of names, faces and music. Harry wished that he had Hermione's memory, or at least that he could remember all the names of these people who would, no doubt, become his friends.