AN- Hello and welcome to my newest fanfic! As with the others it is quite
different from my other stories, but I think this one maybe the best one
yet! (And yes I do say that for every new fanfic I create) So read and
enjoy!
Chapter 1: Unexpected Arrivals
Harry soared through the air on his Firebolt during his first Quidditch game as
captain of the Gryffindor team. For awhile he had been hesitant to use the broom given
to him from his godfather, recently deceased, but Remus had convinced him that Sirius
would have wanted his godson to use the broom, not lock it away afraid of it breaking.
The cool autumn air surrounded him as he flew, looking all over for the snitch. Today
they were playing against Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw was never a huge rivalry, but big
enough to get a large crowd out. An hour of the game had passed and there was still no
sign of the snitch. The score was currently 210 to 160, to Gryffindor. But Ravenclaw
was starting to catch up in points and Harry knew that he had to catch the little ball before
the point margin was too little to make a big difference in the cup. He did I quick whoop
of joy when Colin Creevy, the commentator announced that Ron had blocked a goal. A
now traditional chant of 'Weasley is our King' rang through the stadium. As the chant
finished up Harry spotted something golden sparkling in one of the golden hoops. He
quickly zoomed over, with Cho Chang shadowing him after she saw him speeding away.
The roars of the crowds went un noticed to Harry as he zoomed towards the goal posts,
dodging Ron as he passed. There it was! Harry reached out and curled his fingers
around the ball. He was about to lift it in the air as proof that he had caught it, but before
he could he felt a tugging at his ankles and head, much like the tugging of a portkey. His
stomach dropped as he landed back on the Quidditch pitch. Harry's eyes were shut
tightly. He still hadn't recovered completely from two years before, when the portkey
had taken him and Cedric to the graveyard. For a split second he thought that he had
gone deaf. The sounds of the cheering crowd was no longer there, there was no sound at
all! Slowly, the young Gryffindor opened his eyes and looked around. He was shocked
to see that it appeared to be either very late at night or very early in the morning. There
was light dew on the grass and the chilled air was wiping around him. He landed softly
on the field, feeling rather confused. Had he blacked out for a couple of hours? If that
was true he wouldn't be on the field would he? Wouldn't he be in the hospital wing?
Where were Ron and Hermione? His team? The Hogwarts students that had been
crowding in the stands? Looking around with his broom over his shoulder Harry almost
didn't notice a red-haired figure walking towards him. He looked vaguely like Ron, but
his hair was curlier than Ron's ever was. The boy was also wearing Gryffindor Quidditch robes.
"Ron? What are you doing out here so early? I know that I have been calling early morning practices a lot, but after that performance that you and your sister pulled off yesterday, there is no need to start practicing so soon!"
Harry was very confused and he looked around for his best friend, and not seeing him anywhere he turned back to the boy.
"Are you talking to me?"
"Of course I am! What are you on about Ron? Did the twins put you up to this? And I was hoping that they wouldn't be able to corrupt you."
Even more confused Harry stared at the boy.
"I-I'm not Ron...I don't see Ron anywhere! Who are you?"
"I don't have time for games Potter! You know who I am! Your god brother? Your father's best friend's son? Your Quidditch captain? Erik Weasley?"
The boy, Erik apparently, kept trying to guess right but nothing was clicking in Harry's
mind. He had never heard of an Erik Weasley and he was captain of the Quidditch team!
Then something else clicked with him. "But Sirius didn't have any children! And as far as I know Remus hasn't either...."
Erik looked at him funny. "You've lost it Ron, you were named after my father Ronald
Weasley who was your father's, Harry Potter's, best friend!"
Harry fainted.
Harry slowly came to consciousness, but did not open his eyes. Unknown
whispers surrounded him.
"Do you think he's alright?"
"Should we owl uncle?"
"Just fainted, don't have a clue why..."
"Auntie G might kill us if we don't owl her..."
Suddenly a strangely familiar voice interrupted.
"What's going on in here?" Came a woman's stern voice. "You three really shouldn't be..." the tone changed from stern to squeaky.
"RON? Goodness what happened?"
The three younger people in the room were about to launch into an explanation when
Harry snapped his eyes open as he finally recognized the squeaky voice.
"Hermione?" He asked. Because Harry didn't have his glasses on he couldn't really see
his friend, all he could see was very busy brown hair.
"Ronny are you..." she gasped. In barely a whisper she said, "Harry?"
"Mum you've lost it!" The boy who Harry remembered as Erik exclaimed. "Harry's at
home with Dad remember? This is Ron...except....what did you do to your eyes Ron?
They're green!"
Hermione's tone of voice changed again. It was stern but with a little more edge to it than before.
"Dora, Erik, Edmund leave at once. This is not Ron. Go get Professors McGonnagal, Lupin, and Dumbledore."
"But mum..."
"Just go!" She said in a way that even Harry knew that she meant it.
The three grumbled and left.
"Hermione?" Harry asked again. She nodded. "I can't see I thing, where are my glasses?"
"Oh right you never could see without your glasses, here you are." Hermione handed
Harry his glasses before he could question the past tense in her voice. Slowly everything
came into focus and Harry gasped.
"Hermione what happened? Why are you so....old?" This was not the same Hermione
that he had wished him well before his Quidditch match only a couple of hours ago. Her
face looked worn out and tired and worry lines were beginning to show on her forehead
and cheeks. Hermione's bushy brown hair was still as bushy as ever, but there were now
gray strands here and there.
At the comment of her being old Hermione looked affronted and it looked as though she
was about to protest before Remus Lupin came striding into the room.
"Hermione what's wrong? Erik said something about Ronny, is he alright?" He asked
looking very worried. Harry noticed that Remus was also looking older, his hair was
completely gray now and the tired lines under his eyes and grown deeper. Then Remus
noticed Harry on the bed behind Hermione.
"Ronny what have you done this time? You didn't get into another fight did you?
Your Uncle Draco may disown you if he hears that you've been fighting again! You're
on shaky enough grounds with him after what happened last summer....."
Harry didn't even get a chance even think about what his honorary godfather had said
Professors McGonnagal and Dumbledore burst through the door. To Harry's great relief
they looked the same as when he had last seen them. McGonnagal gave him a stern look.
"Now Mr. Potter the last time you caused trouble I told you that if you did it again
I would have to write your aunt and uncle. And I have, they will be arriving at the school
within the hour." She said this as though she was expecting Harry to blow up or
something.
"I didn't do anything!" Harry exclaimed and then added, "And my aunt and uncle wouldn't come to the school no matter how much trouble I was in!"
Dumbledore gave Harry a very calculating look while McGonnagal looked surprised.
"Minerva I believe that you are thinking of the wrong Mr. Potter." McGonnagal
gasped. "But there is no other Potter except....but it can't be! He doesn't look a day over 16...."
"Explaining quite clearly what must have happened. I believe everyone in this
room recalls a certain Quidditch game against Ravenclaw 22 years ago." Dumbledore
replied. Remus' and McGonnagal's eyes got wide. Hermione seemed to have already
figured out what surprised the other two minutes before. Remus looked over to
Dumbledore.
"So this really is him...." The headmaster nodded. Suddenly Harry found
himself being suffocated by the werewolf. "I can't believe its you! I thought I would
never see you again! But here you are!"
Hermione was crying. And rushed over to Harry as soon as Remus let go.
"Oh Harry I've missed you so much.....so has Ron! Merlin! Professor we better
get in contact with Ron! And all the other Weasley's! They will be so happy to see you
here Harry! And..."
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Professor Granger, I believe that we should take this up
to my office for now." Hermione finally let go of Harry, and seemed calmer, even
though there were still tears trickling down her face. She, Lupin, and Dumbledore
headed toward the door of the hospital wing. McGonnagal gave Harry a stern look.
"Come along Mr. Potter."
Dumbledore's office was just as Harry remembered it, much to his relief. It was as if he
was in some cloud, unable to really focus on anything that was happening. Why was
everyone acting so strangely? Dumbledore had mentioned the game against Ravenclaw
earlier. How long had Harry been out? If he had been out for awhile that might explain
Lupin's and Hermione's reactions to him. But even that didn't make sense. And
Dumbledore had said twenty-two years ago. Had Harry been out for that long?
However, then there was McGonnagal's actions. Why would she contact his aunt and
uncle?
"Mr. Potter!" Some one called from the distance before Harry could think anymore. He looked up.
"As I was saying, this is a very strange situation Harry, and..." Dumbledore started
before his fire burned emerald green and someone in billowing black robes came
storming out. He looked familiar to Harry but Harry couldn't quite place him.
"RONALD JAMES! What did I tell you about getting into trouble? And you've gone and upset your aunt! You're just like you're father, acting however you want whenever you want without thinking of anyone except yourself. Famous Potter. Just because..."
"My father didn't act however he wanted! James Potter was a good man and a wonderful
father! And I don't even know you!" The man looked surprised for a second.
"Not James Potter you idiot! Harry Potter! You're father..."
It was then that Harry realized who this man was. No one else talked to him with the
same sneer ever-presence in his voice.
"Malfoy?"
Draco looked at him, furious. "What did I tell you about referring to me my just my
surname boy? That's Uncle Draco to you. Whether or not either one of us is happy
about it, your Aunt insists."
"Mr. Malfoy, this is not the Mr. Potter you think it is." Dumbledore finally interrupted.
"Just look at his forehead." Malfoy reached forward and raked Harry's bangs off his face
and just as quickly as Draco pulled back as if he had been bitten.
"Potter," he hissed.
"Malfoy! I should have known that was you! How you pulled that crack about my
father. Now does anyone here wish to explain why Malfoy wants be to call him 'Uncle
Draco' and why he thinks that my father is me? Or maybe why he called me Ronald?"
There was an awkward silence in the room.
"Harry I don't know any other way to tell you this," Professor Dumbledore started, "You
have some how traveled to the year 2021. It has been 21 years since you have graduated
from here. So naturally a lot of changes have occurred. You defeated Lord Voldemort
one year after you graduated, married, and had three children." Harry gaped. Well, at
least he had defeated Voldemort. But who had he married? Who were his children?
Were Hermione and Ron married? Why would Draco want HIS son to call him uncle?
The most important question however, was the one that Harry asked aloud.
"How do I get back?" Dumbledore looked grave.
"I don't know. We will have to do some extensive research which could take as little as three weeks to as long as a year."
Harry slumped back into his chair. Hermione and Remus looked almost happy.
"While here Harry, I would like you to continue your education. The curriculum should not be too difficult for you. You'll be in 6th year, Gryffindor of course."
Harry nodded.
"You will also have to be disguised. A 16-year-old Harry Potter would cause an uproar
of the media. We will let you keep you're first name, there are plenty of children that
have been named after you since the end of the world. It is a very common name. But
we will have to do something about your last name, as well as come up with a reason for
you being here. After all, no exchange students have be excepted into this school for
over three hundred years."
"Headmaster I have an idea," Malfoy said with a gleam in his eyes that Harry didn't like.
"Not much is known about Potter's muggle relatives. We could say that he is the son of
his cousin, who attended a much more private magical academy, but due to special
circumstances he had to come to Hogwarts. No one will question his acceptance here
than, because we all know that the wizarding world will bend over backwards for the
good of a Potter relative."
Dumbledore gave Malfoy a stern glare before saying, "that's and excellent idea, Mr. Malfoy. That means we would only have to hide his scar and change his hair color."
Harry looked at the two of them with horror.
"I don't want to be a Dursley! Especially the son of Dudley!" He turned to Hermione
pleading with his eyes, but she only looked as though she thought the whole situation was
hilarious.
"I'm afraid you have no choice in this Mr. Potter."
Harry sent a death glare towards Malfoy, who put on an innocent look.
"Professor Granger, I believe that you're our charms mistress. If you would be so kind as to do the honors?"
Hermione started advancing towards Harry, who got out of his chair and started back away slowly.
"Ebnolb Riah!" She shouted, hitting Harry. Harry felt a tickling sensation in his hair
before gulping and pulled down a single strand. It was blonde. Dursley blonde. Yuck.
He scrunched up his nose while everyone else in the room sniggered at him. Malfoy
looked quite pleased with himself.
"Oh! We also should do a notice-me-not spell on his scar. Elbisivni!" She cried.
Dumbledore nodded with approval.
Remus was laughing harder than anyone else. "Harry Dursley, if only Sirius was still around to see this day...I think he might have wet himself."
Hermione put her hand up to her mouth in horror. "That's a horrid name! Headmaster,
don't you think it would be best to change it to Harold? Especially for the sake of all the
Harry's already in this school?"
"What do you think Mr. Potter? Or should I say Mr. Dursley?" Dumbledore chuckled.
Harry stiffened. "Harold Dursley is fine I guess. But don't call me Mr. Dursley ever
again, it makes me sound like my uncle!" Harry shuddered at the very thought of being
in direct linage of the Dursley family. As if being related to Aunt Petunia wasn't enough.
"Alright than Harold, I believe that it is nearly lunch time, which is the perfect time to
introduce you to the school. Would you care to join us Mr. Malfoy? I know a certain
young niece of yours would be delighted to see you."
Malfoy shook his head. "No thank you headmaster, I must get back to my wife. She will
be rather worried about the little rascal. Though I can't see why. Good day Hermione,
Remus, Headmaster." With a curt nod Malfoy disappeared into the flames of the
headmaster's office.
"Professor Weasley, Professor Lupin, if you would get Harry reacquainted with the
school, I will be along shortly to announce his arrival to the school."
They nodded, both grinning as though those were the greatest words ever spoken.
"Come with us Harry," Professor Lupin said, "we'll show you down to the Great Hall.
He nodded and followed the werewolf and Hermione out of the room. When they
stepped out of Dumbledore's office, Hermione burst into tears and gave Harry another
suffocating hug.
"I'm going to go get Ron and the others, Remus, I will see you later Harry."
She ran quickly down the spiraling staircase, still sniffling.
On the way down to the Great Hall, there was complete silence between Harry and
Remus, because both were deep in thought.
Harry didn't even think about where he was going until he arrived at the doors of the
Great Hall. He could hear that the students were already in there, awaiting for their food
to appear. Would he recognize his children? Harry had never been more nervous in his
life. Because beyond those doors lay something that had never been clear. His future.
Chapter 1: Unexpected Arrivals
Harry soared through the air on his Firebolt during his first Quidditch game as
captain of the Gryffindor team. For awhile he had been hesitant to use the broom given
to him from his godfather, recently deceased, but Remus had convinced him that Sirius
would have wanted his godson to use the broom, not lock it away afraid of it breaking.
The cool autumn air surrounded him as he flew, looking all over for the snitch. Today
they were playing against Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw was never a huge rivalry, but big
enough to get a large crowd out. An hour of the game had passed and there was still no
sign of the snitch. The score was currently 210 to 160, to Gryffindor. But Ravenclaw
was starting to catch up in points and Harry knew that he had to catch the little ball before
the point margin was too little to make a big difference in the cup. He did I quick whoop
of joy when Colin Creevy, the commentator announced that Ron had blocked a goal. A
now traditional chant of 'Weasley is our King' rang through the stadium. As the chant
finished up Harry spotted something golden sparkling in one of the golden hoops. He
quickly zoomed over, with Cho Chang shadowing him after she saw him speeding away.
The roars of the crowds went un noticed to Harry as he zoomed towards the goal posts,
dodging Ron as he passed. There it was! Harry reached out and curled his fingers
around the ball. He was about to lift it in the air as proof that he had caught it, but before
he could he felt a tugging at his ankles and head, much like the tugging of a portkey. His
stomach dropped as he landed back on the Quidditch pitch. Harry's eyes were shut
tightly. He still hadn't recovered completely from two years before, when the portkey
had taken him and Cedric to the graveyard. For a split second he thought that he had
gone deaf. The sounds of the cheering crowd was no longer there, there was no sound at
all! Slowly, the young Gryffindor opened his eyes and looked around. He was shocked
to see that it appeared to be either very late at night or very early in the morning. There
was light dew on the grass and the chilled air was wiping around him. He landed softly
on the field, feeling rather confused. Had he blacked out for a couple of hours? If that
was true he wouldn't be on the field would he? Wouldn't he be in the hospital wing?
Where were Ron and Hermione? His team? The Hogwarts students that had been
crowding in the stands? Looking around with his broom over his shoulder Harry almost
didn't notice a red-haired figure walking towards him. He looked vaguely like Ron, but
his hair was curlier than Ron's ever was. The boy was also wearing Gryffindor Quidditch robes.
"Ron? What are you doing out here so early? I know that I have been calling early morning practices a lot, but after that performance that you and your sister pulled off yesterday, there is no need to start practicing so soon!"
Harry was very confused and he looked around for his best friend, and not seeing him anywhere he turned back to the boy.
"Are you talking to me?"
"Of course I am! What are you on about Ron? Did the twins put you up to this? And I was hoping that they wouldn't be able to corrupt you."
Even more confused Harry stared at the boy.
"I-I'm not Ron...I don't see Ron anywhere! Who are you?"
"I don't have time for games Potter! You know who I am! Your god brother? Your father's best friend's son? Your Quidditch captain? Erik Weasley?"
The boy, Erik apparently, kept trying to guess right but nothing was clicking in Harry's
mind. He had never heard of an Erik Weasley and he was captain of the Quidditch team!
Then something else clicked with him. "But Sirius didn't have any children! And as far as I know Remus hasn't either...."
Erik looked at him funny. "You've lost it Ron, you were named after my father Ronald
Weasley who was your father's, Harry Potter's, best friend!"
Harry fainted.
Harry slowly came to consciousness, but did not open his eyes. Unknown
whispers surrounded him.
"Do you think he's alright?"
"Should we owl uncle?"
"Just fainted, don't have a clue why..."
"Auntie G might kill us if we don't owl her..."
Suddenly a strangely familiar voice interrupted.
"What's going on in here?" Came a woman's stern voice. "You three really shouldn't be..." the tone changed from stern to squeaky.
"RON? Goodness what happened?"
The three younger people in the room were about to launch into an explanation when
Harry snapped his eyes open as he finally recognized the squeaky voice.
"Hermione?" He asked. Because Harry didn't have his glasses on he couldn't really see
his friend, all he could see was very busy brown hair.
"Ronny are you..." she gasped. In barely a whisper she said, "Harry?"
"Mum you've lost it!" The boy who Harry remembered as Erik exclaimed. "Harry's at
home with Dad remember? This is Ron...except....what did you do to your eyes Ron?
They're green!"
Hermione's tone of voice changed again. It was stern but with a little more edge to it than before.
"Dora, Erik, Edmund leave at once. This is not Ron. Go get Professors McGonnagal, Lupin, and Dumbledore."
"But mum..."
"Just go!" She said in a way that even Harry knew that she meant it.
The three grumbled and left.
"Hermione?" Harry asked again. She nodded. "I can't see I thing, where are my glasses?"
"Oh right you never could see without your glasses, here you are." Hermione handed
Harry his glasses before he could question the past tense in her voice. Slowly everything
came into focus and Harry gasped.
"Hermione what happened? Why are you so....old?" This was not the same Hermione
that he had wished him well before his Quidditch match only a couple of hours ago. Her
face looked worn out and tired and worry lines were beginning to show on her forehead
and cheeks. Hermione's bushy brown hair was still as bushy as ever, but there were now
gray strands here and there.
At the comment of her being old Hermione looked affronted and it looked as though she
was about to protest before Remus Lupin came striding into the room.
"Hermione what's wrong? Erik said something about Ronny, is he alright?" He asked
looking very worried. Harry noticed that Remus was also looking older, his hair was
completely gray now and the tired lines under his eyes and grown deeper. Then Remus
noticed Harry on the bed behind Hermione.
"Ronny what have you done this time? You didn't get into another fight did you?
Your Uncle Draco may disown you if he hears that you've been fighting again! You're
on shaky enough grounds with him after what happened last summer....."
Harry didn't even get a chance even think about what his honorary godfather had said
Professors McGonnagal and Dumbledore burst through the door. To Harry's great relief
they looked the same as when he had last seen them. McGonnagal gave him a stern look.
"Now Mr. Potter the last time you caused trouble I told you that if you did it again
I would have to write your aunt and uncle. And I have, they will be arriving at the school
within the hour." She said this as though she was expecting Harry to blow up or
something.
"I didn't do anything!" Harry exclaimed and then added, "And my aunt and uncle wouldn't come to the school no matter how much trouble I was in!"
Dumbledore gave Harry a very calculating look while McGonnagal looked surprised.
"Minerva I believe that you are thinking of the wrong Mr. Potter." McGonnagal
gasped. "But there is no other Potter except....but it can't be! He doesn't look a day over 16...."
"Explaining quite clearly what must have happened. I believe everyone in this
room recalls a certain Quidditch game against Ravenclaw 22 years ago." Dumbledore
replied. Remus' and McGonnagal's eyes got wide. Hermione seemed to have already
figured out what surprised the other two minutes before. Remus looked over to
Dumbledore.
"So this really is him...." The headmaster nodded. Suddenly Harry found
himself being suffocated by the werewolf. "I can't believe its you! I thought I would
never see you again! But here you are!"
Hermione was crying. And rushed over to Harry as soon as Remus let go.
"Oh Harry I've missed you so much.....so has Ron! Merlin! Professor we better
get in contact with Ron! And all the other Weasley's! They will be so happy to see you
here Harry! And..."
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Professor Granger, I believe that we should take this up
to my office for now." Hermione finally let go of Harry, and seemed calmer, even
though there were still tears trickling down her face. She, Lupin, and Dumbledore
headed toward the door of the hospital wing. McGonnagal gave Harry a stern look.
"Come along Mr. Potter."
Dumbledore's office was just as Harry remembered it, much to his relief. It was as if he
was in some cloud, unable to really focus on anything that was happening. Why was
everyone acting so strangely? Dumbledore had mentioned the game against Ravenclaw
earlier. How long had Harry been out? If he had been out for awhile that might explain
Lupin's and Hermione's reactions to him. But even that didn't make sense. And
Dumbledore had said twenty-two years ago. Had Harry been out for that long?
However, then there was McGonnagal's actions. Why would she contact his aunt and
uncle?
"Mr. Potter!" Some one called from the distance before Harry could think anymore. He looked up.
"As I was saying, this is a very strange situation Harry, and..." Dumbledore started
before his fire burned emerald green and someone in billowing black robes came
storming out. He looked familiar to Harry but Harry couldn't quite place him.
"RONALD JAMES! What did I tell you about getting into trouble? And you've gone and upset your aunt! You're just like you're father, acting however you want whenever you want without thinking of anyone except yourself. Famous Potter. Just because..."
"My father didn't act however he wanted! James Potter was a good man and a wonderful
father! And I don't even know you!" The man looked surprised for a second.
"Not James Potter you idiot! Harry Potter! You're father..."
It was then that Harry realized who this man was. No one else talked to him with the
same sneer ever-presence in his voice.
"Malfoy?"
Draco looked at him, furious. "What did I tell you about referring to me my just my
surname boy? That's Uncle Draco to you. Whether or not either one of us is happy
about it, your Aunt insists."
"Mr. Malfoy, this is not the Mr. Potter you think it is." Dumbledore finally interrupted.
"Just look at his forehead." Malfoy reached forward and raked Harry's bangs off his face
and just as quickly as Draco pulled back as if he had been bitten.
"Potter," he hissed.
"Malfoy! I should have known that was you! How you pulled that crack about my
father. Now does anyone here wish to explain why Malfoy wants be to call him 'Uncle
Draco' and why he thinks that my father is me? Or maybe why he called me Ronald?"
There was an awkward silence in the room.
"Harry I don't know any other way to tell you this," Professor Dumbledore started, "You
have some how traveled to the year 2021. It has been 21 years since you have graduated
from here. So naturally a lot of changes have occurred. You defeated Lord Voldemort
one year after you graduated, married, and had three children." Harry gaped. Well, at
least he had defeated Voldemort. But who had he married? Who were his children?
Were Hermione and Ron married? Why would Draco want HIS son to call him uncle?
The most important question however, was the one that Harry asked aloud.
"How do I get back?" Dumbledore looked grave.
"I don't know. We will have to do some extensive research which could take as little as three weeks to as long as a year."
Harry slumped back into his chair. Hermione and Remus looked almost happy.
"While here Harry, I would like you to continue your education. The curriculum should not be too difficult for you. You'll be in 6th year, Gryffindor of course."
Harry nodded.
"You will also have to be disguised. A 16-year-old Harry Potter would cause an uproar
of the media. We will let you keep you're first name, there are plenty of children that
have been named after you since the end of the world. It is a very common name. But
we will have to do something about your last name, as well as come up with a reason for
you being here. After all, no exchange students have be excepted into this school for
over three hundred years."
"Headmaster I have an idea," Malfoy said with a gleam in his eyes that Harry didn't like.
"Not much is known about Potter's muggle relatives. We could say that he is the son of
his cousin, who attended a much more private magical academy, but due to special
circumstances he had to come to Hogwarts. No one will question his acceptance here
than, because we all know that the wizarding world will bend over backwards for the
good of a Potter relative."
Dumbledore gave Malfoy a stern glare before saying, "that's and excellent idea, Mr. Malfoy. That means we would only have to hide his scar and change his hair color."
Harry looked at the two of them with horror.
"I don't want to be a Dursley! Especially the son of Dudley!" He turned to Hermione
pleading with his eyes, but she only looked as though she thought the whole situation was
hilarious.
"I'm afraid you have no choice in this Mr. Potter."
Harry sent a death glare towards Malfoy, who put on an innocent look.
"Professor Granger, I believe that you're our charms mistress. If you would be so kind as to do the honors?"
Hermione started advancing towards Harry, who got out of his chair and started back away slowly.
"Ebnolb Riah!" She shouted, hitting Harry. Harry felt a tickling sensation in his hair
before gulping and pulled down a single strand. It was blonde. Dursley blonde. Yuck.
He scrunched up his nose while everyone else in the room sniggered at him. Malfoy
looked quite pleased with himself.
"Oh! We also should do a notice-me-not spell on his scar. Elbisivni!" She cried.
Dumbledore nodded with approval.
Remus was laughing harder than anyone else. "Harry Dursley, if only Sirius was still around to see this day...I think he might have wet himself."
Hermione put her hand up to her mouth in horror. "That's a horrid name! Headmaster,
don't you think it would be best to change it to Harold? Especially for the sake of all the
Harry's already in this school?"
"What do you think Mr. Potter? Or should I say Mr. Dursley?" Dumbledore chuckled.
Harry stiffened. "Harold Dursley is fine I guess. But don't call me Mr. Dursley ever
again, it makes me sound like my uncle!" Harry shuddered at the very thought of being
in direct linage of the Dursley family. As if being related to Aunt Petunia wasn't enough.
"Alright than Harold, I believe that it is nearly lunch time, which is the perfect time to
introduce you to the school. Would you care to join us Mr. Malfoy? I know a certain
young niece of yours would be delighted to see you."
Malfoy shook his head. "No thank you headmaster, I must get back to my wife. She will
be rather worried about the little rascal. Though I can't see why. Good day Hermione,
Remus, Headmaster." With a curt nod Malfoy disappeared into the flames of the
headmaster's office.
"Professor Weasley, Professor Lupin, if you would get Harry reacquainted with the
school, I will be along shortly to announce his arrival to the school."
They nodded, both grinning as though those were the greatest words ever spoken.
"Come with us Harry," Professor Lupin said, "we'll show you down to the Great Hall.
He nodded and followed the werewolf and Hermione out of the room. When they
stepped out of Dumbledore's office, Hermione burst into tears and gave Harry another
suffocating hug.
"I'm going to go get Ron and the others, Remus, I will see you later Harry."
She ran quickly down the spiraling staircase, still sniffling.
On the way down to the Great Hall, there was complete silence between Harry and
Remus, because both were deep in thought.
Harry didn't even think about where he was going until he arrived at the doors of the
Great Hall. He could hear that the students were already in there, awaiting for their food
to appear. Would he recognize his children? Harry had never been more nervous in his
life. Because beyond those doors lay something that had never been clear. His future.