Kay…So my butt has been kicked while trying to write this chapter and I came to the realization that I forgot the story I was writing and that I wasn't doing the actual plot any justice.

So I know you guys are going to hate this but I am going over my story again and rewriting some sections. Hopefully there wont be anything major, just a few added scenes that tie the plot together better.

Thank you everyone for your great support, it has been amazing and hopefully this won't take long.

Just so you know this isn't the entire chapter (There is more but it was those sections that had not been established yet and need to be), but it was what most of you guys were waiting for. When I finally do repost it will be this chapter and I'll include a list of chapters that had been changed to any real extent. Thanks for you patience guys and I hope you enjoy these two scenes.

Michael collapsed into his favorite overstuffed chair with a sigh, and finally letting himself relax he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He sat there for a moment, letting the sounds of his friends bickering wash over him. A moment later his mind registered what his sensitive ears could hear.

Ooooo oooooo ohoohohoo
Ooooo ohooohoo oooohoo
Ooooo ohoohooo oohoooo
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby ii ii iii

It was a familiar tune; a bittersweet melody that he knew better then any other song. It was Harry's song, and it was coming from the boy's dorm.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh

Startling his friends as he suddenly stood from his chair Michael headed towards the stairs. Michael didn't know what he would find. He wasn't even sure what he thought, But he had to find the source of that song. He knew it with every fiber of his being.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ee ee eeh
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops thats where you'll find me oh

His hurried footsteps quickly took him up the steps. He knew it wasn't Harry, that was irrational, but he had never heard anyone in Gryffindor play any instrument, let alone a guitar. As he ascended the stairs he barely paused at the doors before disregarding it as the source of the haunting tune.

Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can't I? i iiii

Well I see trees of green and
Red roses too
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Up ahead he say his own door and knew it was coming from inside. Michael skidded to a stop and Ron, who had run after him, collided with his back.

Well I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day
I like the dark and I think to myself
What a wonderful world

"What was that about!?" his friend exclaimed, but Michael ignored the redhead. Slowly, lifted his hand and rested it on the door handle. He paused, taking a moment to list to the song, not sure if he wanted to open the door. Finally, he took a deep breath and turned the knob.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying, I...I love you

The door gently swung open and Michael was awash with the beautiful song. His eyes quickly darted around the room, disregarded Neville and two of his new room mates and settled on the third.

I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more
Than we'll know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world (w)oohoorld

HE watched as the Italian gently played the song, lost in the lyrics. His voice was beautiful, but that wasn't what surprised him. What surprised Michael was that it belonged to James De Luca, the Dueling Champion.

Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me
Oh, Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can't I? I hiii?

Sitting at the opposite end of the table that morning, Michael hadn't had a chance to meet his new roommates yet. He knew he probably should introduce himself but he was still mesmerized by the music. He did though take a moment to scrutinize the newcomer; at a glance he could pass for half of the news students. He seemed to be average height, maybe just a tad taller, and his ebony hair was long enough to brush the back of his neck. His hair wasn't messy, but it had a slight wave that testified if it was shorter it probably would be. His head was tilted down and to the side so he couldn't see many other features so Michael turned to other aspects. The dueler was leading against his headboard and his long frame was spread across the bed with his feet crossed at the ankles; He was barefoot. He wore an old pair of jeans and a simple black t-shirt; simple but practical, and it suited him. Absorbed in the music like he was it looked like he didn't have a care in the world. Michael stared unabashed for what seemed like forever.

Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo

As the song began to die down the newcomer finally looked up. His eyes caught those of Michael and the two stared.

As he two sets of eyes locked Michaels' breath was forcefully expelled from his chest. Just like he had heard that song before, he had seen those eyes.

They were emerald green.

They were his mother's eyes.

They were Harry's eyes.

Michael didn't notice the other boy's scrutiny and he didn't care. His mind was no longer in the Gryffindor dorm room. Instead he was miles and years away from the present. He was in his room at Godric's Hollow, the room was dark and he and his brother couldn't stop laughing. Harry's eyes always lit up when he laughed.

Michael was broken out of his reverie by the Harry look-a-like.

"Sorry." The Italian said. "The others didn't mind, I could stop if you want me to?"

Michael shook his head and tried to compose himself enough to respond. James De Luca wasn't Harry. It was a coincidence; a strange and heart wrenching coincidence, but a coincidence none the less.

"No, it's fine." He exclaimed hoping the boy would continue. "I just was surprised, no one really plays here."

Michael was too late through. James was already placing he guitar under his bed. When he turned back around he asked in a soft accented voice, "Why is that?"

Michael finally realized that he had the entire's room attention. Neville had stopped his incessant writing and had looked up with a bemused smile. Ron had sat down on the bed next to the door, which happened to be Neville's, and was also watching his friend. The other two Italians were on the bed next to De Luca and both had stopped what they wee doing to hear Michael's answer. The one eating the apple was sprawled at the foot of what must have been the others bed. He was tall, had soft green eyes, and dark brown hair. The other was sitting against his headboard with his knees drawn up. A book was on his knees. He had brown eyes covered in thin silver rimed glasses and light brown hair.

With a shrug of his shoulders Michael headed towards his own for-poster and replied, "Don't know." As he sat down he once again turned his attention to the ebony haired youth. "So, I'm Michael, I haven't been able to introduce myself yet."

After a moment of scrutiny, a grin broke across his face and with a slight laugh he introduced himself.

"James." He said before gesturing to his right. "Those two are Tony and Nico."

Between the look that the three shared it was obvious to tell that they were close. Michael looked around, trying to find out what to say. Suddenly, the silence was broken by Ron.

"So," he asked. "Any of you like quiddich?"

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No matter what Lily tried she could not keep her mind from wondering back to that morning's sorting. No matter what Severus predicted the students had been sorted fairly equal with plenty of them going to Slytherin. Sometimes her friend could forget that he him self was a halfblood. The Slytherin Muggleborns and halfbloods were not what she found fascinating though. What she couldn't get out of her mind was the determined eyes—green, determined eyes—of James De Luca.

Thinking back to that morning Lily couldn't help but get lost in her memories.

It was Saturday morning and unusually the hall was filled. Like normal though it was quite loud.

Dumbledore stood up and with a simple clearing of his throat the room settled down and quite reigned.

"I know all of you are excited and I think you for arising early at such an early hour on your day off."

Lily couldn't help but chuckle. 8:30 wasn't that early was it?

"Now," he continued. "My dear Professor McGonagall, if you will."

With an "of course Albus" the elderly witch rose from her seat and headed towards the doors. She paused a moment before she pulled the double doors opened and gestured for the new students to make their way in.

The first two students to cross the portal were a boy and girl, sixth years by the look of it. As the students followed the deputy headmistress to the front of the hall Lily was unaware of anything amiss. It wasn't until Darius' "oh dear" that she noticed anything about the two leading the precession.

Of the two students the female stood out the most. She was beautiful with red hair and blue eyes. Marisa Tancredo, as she would later find out, held her self with a confidence that few were capable of; if she was weary, there was no sign of her apprehension. The boy beside her was no less captivating though. If Machio's muttered conversation with Dumbledore was correct then she was looking at James De Luca, the dueling champion and sixteen year old who duel Lord Voldemort and lived to tell about it. When the red headed beauty was filled with easy confidence the raven haired boy was exuding determination. His jaw was rigid, his shoulders strait and his green eyes burned.

It wasn't till a moment later that Lily realized the implications of what she had just seen.

James de Luca's eyes were green. And not just a normal everyday green, they were deep and vibrant, and wholly unique.

At her side her friend entered the conversation between the headmasters but she couldn't force herself to pay attention. She was riveted and she could not pull her eyes away from the green depths that she saw in the mirror every morning.

She was lightheaded. She knew what she saw, but her mind couldn't comprehend what she saw. She couldn't help when a name slipped though her open lips.

"Harry?"

No one heard her soft exclamation, but when her lost son's name reached her ears she was able to pull herself together.

'It's not him.' She thought 'It's never him. It is just a coincidence that I am reading too much into.'

Before she had a chance to read anymore into James De Luca the boy spoke, "We, as in all of us, came to a decision last night."

At the shocked silence and look on the headmaster's face Lily realized that Albus must have been about to speak. The boy had interrupted the greatest wizard of the age and he did not look abashed. The potion's mistress had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

Finally, Darius Maschio broke the silence, "And what, may I ask, did you decide?"

Lily could tell he was serious, but she could also see the smirk that wanted to break across his face. Lily knew she would like this man.

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Throughout the sorting and breakfast Lily was too shocked to think mush on the situation, but now, in the isolation of her rooms she couldn't help but laugh.

How many people can say that they had seen the Great Albus Dumbledore interrupted no once, but three times in a single conversation. She loved Albus dearly, but sometimes he needed to be brought down a peg or two and reminded that he wasn't all powerful.

Severus would call De Luca arrogant, but Lilly was prone to disagree. The boy was audacious but he had a point; there was nothing wrong with the Italian willing to fight against a perceived injustice.

All the teachers, including the new potions mistress, were intrigued by his boldness,

Lily was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of her door opening and closing. Only the very few she trusted knew thee pass word and she was only expected one of them. With a smile she turned around on the leather couch too look at her husband.

"James."