Harry Potter: I’ve always been here.

However Harry didn't think that was the reason her wand was sparking, after all he had just used that same wand and done it without any of the visual effects. It only took another moment to realize he could feel the magic in the air and that the dark haired girl's magic was practically filling the room, even if it wasn't visible, and she was struggling to control it. A feeling he had become used to over the past few days.

She finished putting the final touches on the rock to pillow transfiguration, and then sat back with a deep breath. And then, despite all the stares in the room being on her, the girl looked up as if directed and met Harry's eyes.

Harry felt a jolt go through him as he found himself staring into a pair of bright emerald eyes. He was not sure what he expected when he found out of Iris' existence in this world. He had half assumed his counterpart would either be a female version of himself, or maybe a miniature version of his… her mother. The black hair put that last thought out of the window. But it was her other features that made it clear they were different, her bone structure was different, her face more full and while she also appeared to have inherited her mother's eyes, she didn't appear to have inherited the father's need for glasses.

Harry hadn't figured out why when he showed up in this world everything that occurred after fourth year seemed to be erased but his need for glasses had not returned. It was one of those things he wasn't going to question. With all the rotten luck in his life he figured occasionally he was due for some good luck.

The stare probably went on for longer than he intended, and longer than he had stared at Hermione but he wasn't sure. However neither of them seemed to look away. It was McGonagall who broke the connection, "Miss Potter, what was that?"

Iris broke the gaze with the new student she had locked onto with a surprising amount of internal reluctance. She shook her head a bit looking down at the transfigurations. "I'm… not sure, Professor."

A puzzled tone filling her voice. Well aware of her best friend's concern she offered Hermione a reassuring smile before she glanced up to where Ares Flamel sat, and found herself disappointed to find his back turned to her and him engaged in a conversation with Malfoy.

It was a nudge from Draco that brought Harry out of his own stare which had continued after McGonagall had misdirected Iris' attention and Draco's intervention caused him to turn away, blinking several times. Draco gave him an inscrutable look before he let it pass without comment, instead he spoke obliquely. "Any change in tonight's… castle tour?"

Harry barely resisted the urge to groan as he pushed aside thoughts of his green-eyed counterpart. He really needed to teach Draco how to be more circumspect. While he seemed to be okay at keeping a secret, at the moment Draco seemed incapable of hiding the fact that he had a secret to keep.

Thankfully class ended soon after with McGonagall reminding her students that any person not completing a task owed her 18 inches of parchment for every one they failed.

Harry and Draco were near the front of the class so they were the last to leave when McGonagall spoke up. "Mr. Flamel, a moment of your time please." Harry sighed and turned back, and Draco murmured, "I'll wait for you in the hall."

Professor McGonagall waited until Draco left the room, before she flicked the door to the classroom gently shut with her wand.

Harry's hand twitched but he managed to keep his face impassive. He did not expect McGonagall to attack him.

She regarded him stiffly for several long seconds before speaking. "I must say I was rather impressed with your transfiguration performance today. I noticed you didn't have to look up the spells, and didn't even say the spells."

Harry shrugged a little bit, keeping his tone bland. "Headmaster Dumbledore was told that I was rather advanced for my age, but as I was enrolled to socialize, felt it would be better if i stayed with those of my same age." McGonagall frowned thoughtfully, "I may have to find some work that challenges you none the less." When Harry nodded politely but didn't otherwise respond, McGonagall continued, "I was however less than impressed with the attitude you came into class with. Especially challenging me in front of the other students in that manner."

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, but kept his tone polite. "I meant no disrespect. However you made no effort to determine why I was late."

McGonagall nodded her head in acknowledgement of Harry's point. "You're right. You have my apologies, Mr. Flamel. I just ask that you try not to make a habit of it." McGonagall replied with a sigh. It had the sound of something said to people on a regular basis with the uncertainty of whether or not the advice would be taken to heart.

Harry nodded, "I will do my best to be on time. Though I should go. I don't want to be late to another class and repeat this whole conversation again with another Professor. I'd hate for that to get round that I was a slow learner and had to have everything repeated." He said the last part with an amused half smile on his face.

McGonagall nodded sternly as Harry turned and departed. It was only after Harry left that she allowed an amused smile to cross her face.

Iris and Hermione left transfiguration at a slower pace than their classmates, and once the others were out of hearing range of anyone Hermione spoke up, her tone filled with concern. "Are you okay?" Iris glanced behind them as they turned the corner to see Malfoy still waiting outside the transfiguration room, not having paid them any attention as they left. Iris frowned before she shook her head slightly. "I'm not sure."

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