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Chapter One: The Sorting

A man with a hooded robe of crimson red, which went about his face, stood outside of a fairly larger castle as he thought of it as when he went here a long time ago. Now he had a life and didn't care about it as much as he did. But he had a purpose to be here this time. He didn't the last time he saw this place, which was when he was seventeen and sentenced to Azkaban Prison for using an Unforgivable on Remus Lupin and Hermione Granger while in the restricted section looking for a cure for Remus once again. Ron had watched him kill them both.

He had forgotten about all that now and didn't live in the past but the future now. He was a much different person and he hoped it stayed that way. He hated the other him too much to turn anyway. He hated the people he loved since then and haven't seen them in many years. He didn't even know if they died…but it didn't see to him that he cared one bit about them. Besides it was too much to think about.

The castle that the man stood in front of was filled with lights and rooms above. But he was strong and he hoped the security breaches were lifted from the castle now that the Death Eaters were out of their way and most in Azkaban, thanks to him. He left Azkaban with only his help as being an Animagus, a white mutt. He slipped past the dementors just like Sirius had a long time ago…

The big oak doors were staring at him; it felt like the doors held a face and looked at him as if they knew he wasn't supposed to be here. But when the man touched the doors it went away as if they knew that he was innocent for fourteen years, unlike some people. He opened the big oak door and stepped in.

The first years had just went through the Great Hall and all was quiet except for the upper years smiling at the first years and going back in time remembering when they were stepped those big steps.

There was no more Professor McGonagall but there was a Professor Lovegood. Well there aren't any Lovegood's in Hogwarts. But this Lovegood Professor was named Luna and she had a smile on her face as she told the first years to huddle around the steps.

"When I call your name you will come up here and sit down," she pointed to the stool, "and I will put on the Sorting Hat on your head and you will be sorted into your house." She ended and some first years looked scared to death.

Dumbledore watched as Professor Lovegood took out the parchment and called out the first name on the list.

"Abercrombie, Christie,"

A little girl with wavy blonde hair walked up the stool and nervously sat down and closed her eyes. It took only 3 seconds before it could call out "Gryffindor!" she sat down on the second table with a red flag over the long table.

It was a few more minutes before they finally got to the "P's". Luna stopped saying the next name suddenly and looked up with confusion. 'What's this?' she asked herself and looked down at the paper once again, then with a little courage looked up at the crowd of first years and called out the name.

"Potter, Anguis." She whispered dreamily.

A boy with unruly black hair and hazel eyes walked up with a smirk on his face as whispering began.

"Harry Potter's son," A Hufflepuff sixth year called out loudly.

"Don't go near him, he might kill you!" said a Slytherin

It was only a second on the stool that the Sorting Hat screamed out.

"Gryffindor!"

Anguis Potter jumped off the stool and ruffled his hair. A black haired man with silver eyes snickered at him and Anguis looked back at the staff table and before he sat down smiled at Sirius Black, who was supposed to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year.

Sitting down, Anguis looked beside him and some of the Gryffindor's scooted away from him. He just smiled and winked at the first years as if he knew somebody like him. 'Who would be his friend?' All of them wondered as they stared at the Potter.

Again Luna stopped as she read the parchment and blinked, she thought it was a joke the first time but . . . Luna took a long breath before calling out the second name.

"Potter, Daren," she whispered a bit more loudly.

Again, a boy with uncontrollable black raven hair with red streaks across his hair, his eyes a blue icy color walked up with a big smile on his face and faced Luna.

"Hello Professor, having a fun day?" he smirked. Luna couldn't even answer and sat down on the chair and she slowly put on the Sorting Hat waiting for it to call Gryffindor. But it didn't say Gryffindor; it wasn't even on his head when it called out the name.

"Slytherin!" Luna slowly backed up as she took the Sorting Hat with her. Dumbledore even stood up with alarm, also Sirius Black, who was the kids' grand-godfather.

Daren looked pleased with the arrangement though and almost skipped to the end table with the Slytherin color flag on the top, green. But this time the Slytherin's did move away from him too. Daren was going to call out to his twin brother but Luna squeaked and called out the next name which frightened most of them.

"Potter, Faye," she called out and looked at the Headmaster with confusion. But she didn't need persuasion as gracefully the little kid with black hair and weird green streaks that covered her framed face and a smile on her face, walked up to the stool and sat on it before Luna could say anything. But when Faye Potter looked straight at Luna, she had to step back from shock. She was Harry Potter's daughter of course. She had the same captivating green eyes he once had. She tried to ignore it and put the Sorting hat on her head.

It was unbelievable what happened then.

"Gryffin—"

"Hey I wasn't even done talking!" Faye screamed at the Hat. The Sorting Hat stopped and quiet in the hall came. Faye started to talk to the Sorting Hat.

"Well I know my other twin, Lemain will be a Gryffindor and I don't want Daren to be by himself so can I go to Slytherin? I thought I would go but I guess I have more bravery than power in my head. Can I?" The Sorting Hat didn't need to be telling twice.

"Slytherin!"

Luna almost fell down again as it called out her enemy House. She couldn't believe that two of Harry Potter's children were Slytherin's. She watched as Faye Potter ran towards her brother and gave him a hug, he gave it back and tickled her. Luna couldn't believe that they could be Slytherin's, maybe they weren't that bad. She went back to the parchment and actually almost fainted.

"Potter, Lemain!" she called out and watched as a boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes walked up with a lazy sort of aura around him but when he sat down on the stool somehow Luna felt something different.

"If you wanna know Professor," Lemain started and only the staff could hear him. "You feel weird because of my dead mother," he smirked at her and looked at her with his brown eyes that seemed to have a peculiar aura around him and she felt odd as she put on the Sorting Hat.

It was much more later, maybe a minute until it screamed out. "Gryffindor," it called out.

Lemain walked to the Gryffindor table and slapped Anguis' back with ease. But when Dumbledore was going to stand up to the podium a figure clad in a crimson red robe opened the Great Hall door and walked through over to the front of the stairs. He stopped there and looked at Professor Dumbledore.

"Hello Dumbledore, nice seeing you here," the voice was calm but it hid anger and revenge. He started walking towards them. He was acting like Lucius Malfoy in his second year when Hagrid yelled at him.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore was now standing up.

"Don't get to close to me Dumbledore, you never know when I might kill my own friends," the voice had a great anger in him and feel of betrayal. "Don't know yet? Maybe this will give you an idea," The man took his hood off his face and everyone gasped as they saw a scar of a lightning bolt on his forehead and the same messy black hair with green eyes.

"Harry?"

"Well of course Dumbledore, who else would be here to help Hogwarts from the dreaded Dark Lord Voldemort?"

Two kids from Gryffindor and two from Slytherin, Harry Potter's quadruplets ran up to Harry and smiled at him.

"Faye, I thought you'd be a Gryffindor?" Harry asked his daughter as he saw her coming from the end table and ruffled her pretty hair.

"Well it was going to put me in Gryffindor but I told it to go with Daren," she said happily and gave Harry a hug. Everyone watched as amazement as Harry gave his own daughter a hug, without a knife to her back.

"You should get back to your Houses," Harry told his children. They nodded and sadly went back to their tables. Harry then turned towards Dumbledore. "I'll talk with you after the Sorting Dumbledore," Harry then turned and locked eyes with Luna.

He remembered that she knew he was innocent a long ways back. But he didn't care back then, he wanted revenge but now he was all right, he wanted to kill Voldemort now. But he knew somewhere he wanted to kill someone who hated him and despised him…The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Harry broke contact with her and looked at Sirius, he still believed him too.

Harry walked out with ease and put his hood over his face, before he could touch the handle though. A loud voice of all his children, at the same time of course called out to him.

"Can we come too!" They all asked from the front of their tables. Everyone stared at the children and some were scooting away from them more. Harry smiled and nodded, not turning around.

If you looked over at the Slytherin Table you would see a little girl and boy almost falling out of their seats to get to their own family relative. Some older Slytherin's were laughing at them and Harry hated it when someone laughed at his children, so he did the best he could do.

"Silencio!" he said without his wand and the Slytherin Table and everything became quiet. Now it was Daren and Faye who were laughing at them and teasing as well. Anguis and Lemain were walking together looking at the Slytherin table beside them and laughed their heads off, more than they have been for the last years since their ordeal at their own house last two years ago.

"Awe, poor babies," Lemain laughed. An older Slytherin, probably a sixth year stood up and stared down at the little wimp of a Potter. "He can't talk you see," Lemain said to Anguis.

"I'm older than you, I know," Anguis shouldered him.

"Only by seven minutes," he said as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"Still, even Daren is older than you by…three minutes or so,"

"But I'm older than Faye." Anguis shrugged.

"Come on kids," Harry said and took Anguis' and Lemain's shoulders and steered them out before anyone could say anything.