First year, again

Harry had spent the rest of his time at the Weasley's, until school started again. It didn't take long until Harry and the family was friends. They spent most of their time playing or Quidditch doing chores around the house. Harry had explained most of his life, as much as there was to tell. Harry tried once to talk to Ginny, but if failed miserably, but he decided to wait until she felt more conformable. Soon term was starting faster then anyone was ready for.

Molly kissed the boys goodbye as they got onto the train. Harry found and a compartment where Cloey happened to be sitting by herself with Dino wrapped around her shoulders, sleeping soundly. Harry and Ron sat down with her, while the others went by their other friend.

"Hey Cloey." Harry said.

"Hey is for horses. I am not a horse, Mr. Potter." Cloey said, with a smirk.

"Eh, could have fooled me." Harry said, smiling right back.

Cloey gave a playful glare before changing the subject, "How was the rest of your summer?"

"Great! Spent it with my new friends. Here's one of them. Ron I'd like you to meet Cloey Olson, Cloey this is Ron Weasley."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Ron said, seeming to be going red now that the attention was on him.

"The pleasures all mine." Cloey said. She then turned toward Harry and asked, "Why do I have to wait until the middle of my second year for you tell me anything besides what Severus's mention and the fact that your from the future."

"Future?" Ron asked, confused.

Harry sighed. He should have guessed Cloey would have heard that. He also knew that he wasn't going to be able to keep being from the future from Ron for too long.

"Yes I'm from the future." He said, looking over at Ron for his reaction.

"Is that why you know so much about my family?" He asked, in slight horror.

"Yes. We were best friends back in my time. Your family was and still is very close to me." Harry said, hoping Ron wouldn't freak out.

"That is… awesome!" Ron exclaimed, "We've got to tell the rest of my family.""Ron no." Harry said, catching the other boy's arm, "You can't tell anyone."

"Why not? Think of the possibilities." Ron said.

"I have. I know what I'm doing. Or at least I hope I do." Harry said, as both boys sat back down.

"Come on that has got to be the coolest thing." Ron said.

"How is? Being stuck in your eleven old body and past, when you're fifteen. When so much has happened in your life, you've become so close with so many people, that it was all for nothing. Even though I can make things better." Harry said, venting anger.

"I'm sorry Harry." Ron said, feeling sorry.

"It's ok. I'll make things better this time." He said, knowingly.

The rest of the time, the boys just talked about person things that they wanted to talk about. Cloey listened intrigued by the stories. She wished she knew a spell to read Harry's mind, his past. Of course she didn't need a spell, but she knew Harry had good reasons in wanting to wait and so that's exactly what she'd do.

The compartment door open and Hermione Granger came in. Harry smiled at his future friend.

"Has anyone seen a toad, a boy named Neville's lost one?" She asked.

"No." Ron said.

"But if we do," Harry said, "We'll catch the little bugger and bring it to him imminently."

"Thanks." Hermione said.

I've seen a toad go past. Dino said. Not too long ago. He'd probably be a few compartments down.

Ron stared wide-eyed at the hissing snake, while Hermione had frozen.

"Check in the other compartment near ours. He might be there." Hermione and Ron stared at him as if he had gone crazy.

"What I'm a Parseltongue? When Voldamort gave me this scar." Harry pointed to his scar, "He transported some of his powers into me."

"Are you serious?" Ron asked.

"Yep. Trust me Hermione." Cloey said, "The toad should be near here.""You're a Parseltongue, too?" Ron asked, horrified that he might be the only person who doesn't speak to snakes.

"No, I'm…" She trailed off wondering if she should tell them.

"It's okay." Harry said, "It won't be long until the whole school finds out anyways. In my time, you didn't care who knew and who didn't. Besides you always seem to trust these two because they're my best friends.""I'm you what? You time?" Hermione asked, slightly loud and confused.

"Get in here and shut the door, before someone hears you." Ron ordered.

She did as she was told.

"You're going to be best friends with her?" Ron asked, in disbelief.

Hermione huffed and narrowed her eyes at Ron.

"You are going to be too." Harry said.

"What?" Ron and Hermione asked at the same time.

"Well yeah. We didn't really start as friends, but soon trouble came along and you decided to help us. After that we sort of became friends and much stronger friendship then your going to believe."

"I don't even believe were going to be friends." Ron said.

"Have I been wrong about anything before?" Harry asked.

"Well no." Ron said, looking down.

"Let me get this straight," Hermione said, "Your from the future?"

"Yes. I'm fifteen stuck in an eleven year old body." Harry's voice showed dislike.

"How is that possible?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know. All I remember was trying a spell for a school that was supposes to bring good luck. Then the next thing I knew, I woke up in the past." Harry shrugged.

"That's strange." Hermione said.

"Yeah well by now, strange is relatively normal for me." Harry said.

"Well I should go back to looking for Trevor." Hermione said, standing up, still confused, "You two best change into robs, and I expect we'll be arriving soon." With that Hermione left.

"She seems a bit snotty." Ron said.

"She's really not. Just really smart. Trust me." Harry said, "Listening to her will only bring good things."

Ron nodded.

"She's right." Cloey said, "It might be a good idea for you two to change into your robs.""Yeah, your right." Harry said. The two boys left.

Once the train came to a stop, Harry pulled Cloey to the head table, where Dumbledore and every staff except Minerva were sitting.

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry nodded to the wise old man.

"Harry, my dear boy." Dumbledore said, in high pleasure.

Harry looked over at Severus, and then back to the headmaster, "Has Professor Snape told you?""Yes he has, actually he showed it to me." Dumbledore said, "Through a pensive. I was quite surprised by what I saw."

"Yeah it's not something you come across daily." Cloey said, butting into the conversation.

"No my dear, it's not." Dumbledore said, "Though to sending you back, I'd have to know the spell you were using to send yourself here."

"The Suspension spell." Harry said.

"Ah yes, the spell to make people with bad luck, have good luck." Dumbledore door said, "You must have very bad luck to be sent back in time."

"I have horrible bad luck, sir." Harry said.

Being sent back in time to when I was 11 isn't good luck. Harry thought.

"You see, Harry, if you were sent back in time, then you must change something that would allow you to have good luck." Dumbledore said.

"What do I need to change?" Harry asked, more to himself, then to the professor.

"That I do not. I could be many things, but I'm guessing you know… eventually." Dumbledore said.

Harry nodded; he had already begun changing things, starting off, this year.

"Cloey." Severus said, coming up behind the headmaster, with Quairrell behind him. Harry tried to prevent himself from scowling at the man who had Voldamort to the back of his head.

"Hi Severus." Cloey said, her face lit up in an instant.

"Professor Snape, did you tell Cloey about before Voldamort?" Harry asked, speaking about when Severus was in school.

"No I didn't. I'm not stupid Potter." Severus said.

Fear washed all over Harry as he realizes something bad might have happened.

"Sir," Harry said, to Dumbledore, "Does Q… Professor Quairrell knows about my… problem?"

"No he doesn't. Do you wish me to tell him?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, thank you, sir." Harry said, quite quickly, "I'd rather you, Professor Snape, Cloey, and two of my friends be the only ones to know."

"Yes, keeping it low profile is a good idea." Dumbledore said, specially.

Quairrell's frown deepened in confusion.

Harry tried not to smirk, "Actually sir, I have some new from my... Problem that I wish to speak to you about after the feast.""Is it that important that you can't wait until morning?" Dumbledore asked.

"It might not even be a good idea to wait until after the feast." Harry said, truthfully.

"Oh I see, it's very important." Dumbledore said.

"Um… Professor Dumbledore." Quairrell said, a little nervous, "I am v-very con-confused."

"Don't worry." Harry said, looking at the man who works for another man who wants him dead, "It won't be long until your even more confused." Harry was showing dislike.

Now everyone that was in hearing distance was totally confused.

"Harry." Cloey said, in a small voice, taking his full attention.

"Yes, Cloey?" Harry asked.

"For fixing your bad luck, how long do you think it'll take?" Cloey asked.

"If I do it right, roughly three days at the most." Harry said, honestly.

"Fantastic." Dumbledore said, cheerfully. "Oh now I think you two should join your house mates, so you can get sorted."

"Yes, sir." Cloey and Harry said at the same time.

"See you, Professors." Harry said.

"Bye Professor Dumbledore, Severus, and some other Professor that I don't know the name of yet." Cloey said waving.

Dumbledore chuckled at Cloey's words.

Quairrell smiled and waved.

Once out of the Great Hall, Harry took Cloey to the side, as students pilled in.

"Cloey, Quairrell is a bad guy." Harry's voice was very, very low, but he knew Cloey would be able to hear him, even with the loudness of the other kids.

"He doesn't seem like a bad guy." Cloey said, in confusion.

"Cloey, concentrate, I know it's hard to, beings you haven't trained yet, but…" Harry was cut off

"Trained?" Cloey asked, in confusion.

"Snape will explain. Do you sense more then one person when you concentrate on Quairrell?"

"Sense?" Cloey asked, becoming more confused.

"Ugh… Never mind. Do you remember Voldamort?" Harry asked.

"Yes, of course. I remember everything." Cloey said.

"Yeah that's because you're connected with the past." Harry said. Cloey looked at him, confused, "You'll be explained later. Voldamort is on the back of Quairrell's head."

Cloey's eyes widened in shock.

"Your not going to freak out on me is you?" Harry asked. Cloey shook her head, slowly, eyes still wide. "Good. Look I'm telling Dumbledore after the feast, just stay calm."

Cloey nodded, "Ok I can do that." Cloey said.

"Um… Remember Hermione talking about Neville?" Harry asked.

"Yeah."

Speaking of the boy. Dino said, attracting the twos attention. His toad is near the stares, and is about to be trampled by some kids.

Harry and Cloey acted fast in seeing the toad and getting it out of the way before the it was killed.

"Wow that was a close one." Cloey said, making sure she had a good grip on the toad, "Thanks Dino."

Anytime, Cloey, anytime. Dino hissed.

"Ok, so what were you talking about, Harry?" Cloey asked.

"Would you take the toad to Neville and hang out with him, until after the feast, then come find me?"

"Sure." Cloey said, trusting Harry's plan 100% of the way.

The group of first years came up the steps and coming to a halt. Cloey quickly tried to find the boy called Neville. Then freezing, when she realized that she didn't know what the boy looked like. Harry noticed and came over to her, pointed to the boy.

"Oh." Cloey said, making her way to the boy.

Harry sighed, and found himself a place in the group.

"Neville?" Cloey asked.

Neville looked up, "Trevor! You found him." Neville said, at first happy, but then seemed to go quiet.

"Sure did. Here you go." Cloey gave the toad back to his owner.

"Thanks." Neville said, slyly.

"Anytime." Cloey said. Cloey looked over to see Harry and then looked to the right, and saw a blond boy with gray eyes. Cloey felt a very strange feeling to go befriend the boy. To be near him, to protect him, to know him.

Cloey walked over to Harry.

"Harry." Cloey said, in a small voice.

"Huh?" Harry said, turning around to se the distracted girl, "Oh Cloey, what's up?"

"That blond boy." Cloey motioned to the boy in question, "Who is he?"

Harry followed Cloey's gaze and saw Draco Malfoy.

"That's Draco Malfoy." Harry whispered.

"Oh." Cloey said, deep in thought.

"Oh yeah I forgot about the bond." Harry said.

"What bond?" Cloey demeaned, her eyebrows shooting down in confusion.

"Um… I'll explain later, do you want to meet him?" He asked.

"Yes." Cloey said, without a moment's hesitation.

"Okay." Harry led the way over to the boy.

Draco looked over the two approaching. Harry was shocked that he didn't see Crabbe and Goyle with the boy.

"Your Harry Potter." Draco said.

"Yea, please don't remind me." Harry said.

"Oh sorry. I'm Draco Malfoy." Draco's gaze went to Cloey. His voice became gentle, "Who are you?"

"This is Cloey Olson." Harry said.

"Hi." Cloey said, in a small voice.

"Nice to meet you." Draco said.

"Same to you." Cloey smiled.

Ron walked up to Harry.

"Harry," Ron said, "There you are.""Hi, Ron." Harry said.

"That Granger girl came up to me and started talking about how it was bad for you to go off on your when it's your first time a Hogwarts. She wouldn't shut up about it. I can't believe were suppose to be her best friend." Ron went on.

Harry knew he had get on quite talking, so he picked the only way he could think of.

"Draco this is Ron Weasley, Ron this is Draco Malfoy." Harry knew they knew each other's families and were enemies, but hey it was the only way he could think of to stop Ron's rant.

"Malfoy?" Ron asked.

"A Weasley? Listen Harry, I wouldn't go making friends with their family." Draco said, ignoring the redhead.

"Sorry already did. I'd be perfectly fine with being friends with both you and Ron." Harry said.

Draco nodded and then turned his attention to Cloey, once again, his voice gentle. "Nice to meet you again." Draco told her, he nodded once again to Harry and walked away.

"A Malfoy, do you know about that family?" Ron asked.

"Yep, allow me to explain later." Harry said.

"Harry, what is Neville going to be sorted into?" Cloey asked.

"Gryffindor." Harry said.

"And I'm going to be sorted into Gryffindor as well?" She asked.

"Well see in my time the hat wanted to place me into a Slytherin. I didn't want to be at the time. I don't care now. Your going to want to be in whatever house I am, whether or not you know it. Though, like me, the hat will want you in Slytherin because of your evil side. In my time, you were sorted into both Slytherin and Gryffindor. If I get sorted into Slytherin, so will you." Harry explained.

"Then how will I be able to follow Neville around?"

"Good point. If you get sorted into Slytherin, stick with Malfoy." Harry said. Cloey beamed and Harry smiled at that, "I'd figured you like that idea."Minerva walked through the doors from the Great Hall.