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Chapter 2:

"Excuse me," Neville said, sliding open a compartment door. "Have you seen a toad?"

There was only one boy inside, who was sitting in front of a large pile of books. He wore shades, had midnight black hair that stuck up everywhere and was already in the Hogwarts uniform. He had a book out, but appeared to be staring out of the window rather than actually reading it.

"No, but I can help you find it," the boy offered, closing his book. "What's your name?" he asked, pulling out his wand with a sharp gesture.

"Neville. Neville Longbottom," he said, flinching against the sudden movement.

"Accio Neville's toad," the boy drawled, seemingly unconcerned.

After a second, a toad sped towards the boy, one Neville immediately recognized. "Trevor!" he exclaimed and happily picked up the toad. "Where have you been? I've been worried!"

"Maybe you should put a tracking spell on him," the boy suggested calmly, flicking his wrist and hiding his wand.

"A tracking spell?" Neville asked, blinking.

"No, you're right. You should put a spell on him to return to his cage whenever he's gone for too long. Much easier than going out of your way to find him every time he disappears," the boy mused.

"I don't know that spell," Neville admitted glumly.

"Great! Me neither. Friends?" the boy said, beaming and holding out a hand.

Neville startled, looking between the toad and the boy. He shrugged and grasped the other boy's hand.

"Harrison Potter. Nice to meet you, Neville."

Neville stared at him. Harrison Potter. The Boy Who Lived to Wear Shades. And they're friends now.

Years later, he would regret his naïve awe.

"Wow. Harrison Potter..."

"Call me Harry. Sit down. Let's talk. I was getting bored of reading."

-O-

Hushed whispers filled the fall as Harrison Potter approached the Sorting Hat. He ignored them, tracing the footsteps of his younger self. Had it really been fifty years? Wow, he really was old.

Facing the Great Hall with hundreds of eyes looking at him, he smirked and allowed the Sorting Hat to cover his shades covered eyes.

'It's pretty dark in here.'

The Hat shook as it chuckled. 'You've been here before, Mister Potter.'

'Yeah, well, I got a letter. Who was I to refuse a second chance at my education?'

'I'm sure, Mister Potter,' the Hat said drily, 'that this has nothing to do with Mister Riddle.'

He tried to project puppy dog eyes. 'Who's Mister Riddle?'

The Hat shook again as it chuckled. 'Very well, Mister Potter, where do you want to go?'

Hufflepuff, he wouldn't be taken seriously. He hated Ravenclaws. Gryffindor, that's practically asking for the past to play out the same way, only worse. Slytherin, and he would suspect his every move...

'Slytherin.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

'Very well.' "SLYTHERIN!"

For a second, the Great Hall was silent. He casually walked toward the Slytherin table, waving at Neville as he passed by, who waved back shakily. He smirked as he set his eyes on Malfoy, who flinched.

This is going to be fun, Harrison thought gleefully.

-O-

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