So this story came about as I was reading a "Don't Fear The Reaper" challenge fic and decided to try my hand at something similar but I don't like to follow the rules so the premise and time travel are the same, but my idea is What if Harry's soulmate was kept from him by both circumstance and different circles of friends.

Harry will also find that he has been betrayed but had no idea. He may be smart, but he is not all knowing and people may have told him things, but they may not have been the whole truth.

Dislaimer

I don't own the Harry Potter franchise or things would have been a lot different and wouldn't be writing FanFic.

Back To The Beginning With You.

Chapter 1 - Waiting Room Conversations.

Harry Potter sat in the waiting room, not knowing what for, not knowing how he got there and not knowing who the girl sat next to him was. She looked vaguely familiar but the hair colour was wrong. She looked similar to Daphne Greengrass in his school year but in Slytherin.

Harry turned to her and asked, "Any chance you know where we are or how we got here?"

The girl turned to him and said "Not a clue but I have a feeling this will be life changing."

"Yeah, me too." Harry replied.

After a few minutes silence, Harry asked "You look familiar but I can't place the name. Are you a Greengrass?"

The girl then turned to him and said with a hint of distain but you could tell it was the for the subject, not for the questioner. "Yes, though sometimes I wish I weren't. my name is Astoria by the way. The 'Spare to the heir', younger sister to the ice Queen herself. No matter that I am 2 minutes younger. Also I was in the year below you in school so I forgive you not knowing my name, as you also missed the sorting that year." She said in self deprecation at the beginning but with a slight smirk at the end. "Guess how the 2 minutes versus the different year works." She challenged.

Harry, always up for a challenge and enjoying a conversation with a girl that wasn't Hermione or being a stumbling fool around a pretty girl. "Well, it's elementary Watson." he joked, but not getting a reaction "Purebloods! Sherlock Holmes come on...oh well, I'll have to introduce you to him...well, there are two possibilities here, either your parents kept you behind a year for some odd reason or you are twins born across the midnight divide of the 31st of August and the 1st of September making you twins. As you look similar, but not the same I would also deduce that you either changed your hair so you look different or you are unidentical."

Astoria, was shocked, "I always knew there was a brain under the bravery. To clear this up, you are right about both...I was born at 12:01 on the 1st of September. Now my question is, can you keep a secret?"

Harry was intrigued so nodded.

Astoria then turned fully to look at him and then her features changed so she was then a identical version of Daphne.

"Metamorph or removed glamour?" Harry asked.

"Metamorph, I discovered it when I was really young but hated being mistaken for Daphne and then my parent upon realising their mistake closing up and not talking to me. I was always the spare, least loved as I was not needed. There is a reason most Purebloods families only have one child, they only care about the continuation of the bloodline. My life was always to be sold off to the highest bidder for my hand in marriage and a cash cow for my parents. When I discovered my powers, to separate myself from my family, who are all blond by the way, I slowly changed my hair to be darker and darker untill it was brown. This was to disassociate with them and to stop the mistakes." Astoria rambled, unsure why she was pouring out her pain of her family but knowing she could trust him, but not knowing why.

Harry was surprised at how much she had told him, but also surprised by how much he felt that he should reciprocate with her to ease her worry at oversharing.

"Look at me Astoria". Harry said.

She turned to him and he then changed too. Harry was now taller, physically broader in the shoulders had dark red hair that bordered on black but shined red in the light of the waiting room. his eyes where the same, but he looked like a perfect cross of both his parents and not a clone of his father with his mother's eyes.

"I found out I was a metamorph when I was in 3rd year. I had a block on my that was broken somehow. I think that Dumbles put it on me when he left me with my Mother's magic hating Sister. By the way, fair is fair, you shared, so I will too. After my parents were killed by Voldemort," Astoria did not flinch, which Harry found curious, "I was left on my Aunt's doorstep like a bottle of milk left by a muggle milk man. I was used, from as far back as I can remember, like a house elf. Cooking and cleaning for them, verbally abused and I even slept in a tiny cupboard until my Hogwarts letter was addressed there." Harry explained.

"When my block was removed, I kept myself in my block form as I did not want anyone to know. But I trained myself to use it. People also underestimate me because I kept my true self hidden. Not my true appearance, but my true personality. I am a lot smarter than people think, I have perfect recall and also high analytical thought processes. Apparently I am a mid-level genius according to my primary school Year 6 teacher." Harry overshared.

Just as Astoria was about to reply, a voice over a hidden intercom system said "Hadrian James Ignotus Figulus and Astoria Selena Calista Virensgramen Room 4 for your joint meeting please. Thank you."

Harry stood up and said "Although I honestly thought my name was just Harry, as we are the only people here, Shall we?" Harry asked holding his hand out to help Astoria up.

Astoria took his hand and replied "I always thought it was strange that your Pureblooded father named you what I really a nickname. Yes, let's find out why we are here and what is going on." She then stood, linked his arm and the entered the room.