A/N: i'm turning Harry into a Battle butler. i don't own Harry Potter, Blazblue, or the concept of a battle butler. writing this with the help of Kitsune no Yoimeiri

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was ecstatic. This was the year he could start his plans for the greater good. This was the year that would start the end of his mistake with Thomas. This was the year Harry Potter was coming to Hogwarts.

The stage was set wonderfully. The first years were coming into the grand hall following Minerva. The heads of houses were excited to see whom would be within their house.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

As the first years were being sorted, Albus tried to catch a glimpse of the tool of his salvation. He was mildly surprised at one boy wearing a dark aquamarine suit with gold trimming chatting with a younger version of Francis Longbottom. He wasn't concerned. Every year or so there was at least one student who didn't follow the dress code at first.

When Neville Longbottom was sorted into Gryffindor, Albus gave a tiny smile remembering the boy's parents. The smile turned into a frown however when the well dressed boy followed mister Longbottom to the Gryffindor table.

Minerva, bless her heart, asked, "You haven't been sorted yet, please get back in line."

This caused a round of laughter from the rest of the first years and most of Slytherin table, to Severus' annoyance.

The boy merely turned around with a calm smile. Getting a better look at him, Albus saw he was slightly taller than the rest of the first years, and wore small spectacles on the bridge of his nose.

"That will not be necessary, madam. I am but a humble servant of the Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom, and not technically a student."

"Be that as it may, Mr?"

"Evans, Madam. Harrison Evans, Humble servant of House Longbottom."

Mcgonagle raised an eyebrow slightly and continued. "Well Mr Evans, while you are here, you will need a place to stay. Technically we can only provide one if you are staff or a sorted student."

Harrison closed his eyes and Minerva had a strange hunch he had mentally sighed.

"Totus est pro meus senior. very well Madam." he said with the same calm smile, before turning towards a pale haired boy and asked. "I trust you take no offense if I go ahead, Heir Malfoy?"

The blond gulped and merely nodded receiving a smile from the butler.

as the butler placed the hat on his head it began talking again. "Mr Evans, while i must commend you on your mental shields, i do need you to lower them slightly."

"Hmm... very well."

'My my. loyal, cunning, intelligent, and a smattering of courage. where to put you?"

Harrison smiled serenely and answered. "You will put me in the same house as young master Longbottom, less we figure out how long one must bake an purportedly thousand year old sentient hat. I wonder if cheese or tomatoes would be better."

'You're evil kid you know that?'

"Merely cunningly loyal sir Toppen."

"Gryffindor!."

(the same as canon. an hour or so later in the headmaster's office.)

Albus was pacing in front of his desk think hard. "Where was Harry? Hagrid had said he wasn't at the Dursley's but my instruments still show the wards being at full strength..."

"You know, talking to your pet phoenix is cute and all, but you might be losing some of your mental faculties."

Albus turned quickly towards his desk to see a red haired man with his feet propped on His desk twirling what looked like His wand between his fingers. He wore a blue tunic and red dress pants and a brown classic wizards hat and thick leather gauntlets.

"How did..."

"I get here? You ever hear of portals, Al?"

"What?"

"Hmm probably not. You really need to learn how to think outside the box Al, or maybe within the chimney. Anyway, don't worry about it. Potter's here, only he isn't Potter. well not technically at any rate."

"Explain." Albus conjured a chair wandlessly. normally he wasn't so accommodating to intruders but the information could be valuable.

"Goodie story time. Well it started the night Potter died."