Thrown Back

Okay, here is chapter two. And, I'll admit, it's been written for about a week, but it's a good thing I didn't post it as I made some changes. Oh, and PLEASE GO BACK AND READ CHAPTER ONE I CHANGED SOME THINGS!. Edited 8-6-09 Eastern Time. I know I said Dumbledore is alive in last chapters AN, but I've decided that it's better for what I have planned for him to be dead.

Chapter two: Evan Pretter

The Marauders waited impatiently for the golden plates in the Great Hall to fill up with food. However, it seemed they would have to wait a bit longer, as Dumbledore stood up.

"I am pleased to announce that we have a new student-" everyone turned as the doors to the Great Hall opened and a red haired boy entered the room. "-meet Evan Pretter, seventh year Gryffindor." Dumbledore sat down again, as the new boy headed quickly to the Gryffindor table, either unaffected by the stares, or ignoring them. Or both.

Harry, or Evan as his new name was, walked as quick as he could without suspicion to the Gryffindor table. As he approached the table, he noticed James nudge Sirius.

"Hey! Isn't that the boy we saw yesterday?" He asked his best friend.

Sirius glanced at 'Evan', "yeah, it is."

"He'll be rooming with us, right?" Peter spoke up.

Remus nodded, "Yep."

Sirius, never one to back down, stood up, "Hey!" he gestured to the seat next to him.

Relieved, 'Evan' sat down on the bench next to the Black. "Thanks," he said, "Sirius, right?"

Sirius nodded, "Yep. But…uh…for what?"

Evan shrugged, "I didn't have many friends when I was a kid." He left it at that.

"Why-" Sirius started, but stopped after Remus stepped on his toe under the table, "OW" he cried instead. Remus shot him a look that said 'shut up.' Thankfully, Sirius did so.

They had been eating for a while when James asked a question. "Where did you used to go to school?"

"Karlton's Academy for Wizards of Muggle Blood," Evan answered smoothly. No one would guess he was lying.

"So you're Muggleborn?" Sirius asked,

"My mum was," Evan said shortly.

"Was?" Peter asked, confused.

Evan glared at him, "She's dead." It was all he could do to not shout that it was the rat's fault. Remus nudged Peter in the ribs.

"You're really unlucky, you know," Sirius randomly said as they were leaving the Great Hall.

Surprisingly, Evan half laughed, "No, I have extreme luck in both ways." At the other's confused looks, he added, "It's complicated. But, you were saying, Sirius?"

"Well, today is Sunday, so we have class tomorrow."

Evan shook his head, "what's so bad about that?"

"It's CLASS!" Sirius shouted.

Evan snorted, "Do any of your professors hate you?"

"No, of course not," Was Sirius surprised answer.

"Well, two of mine did. I've looking forward to that not happening." Evan closed his mouth and refused to elaborate further.

"I would show you around the school now…" James started.

Evan yawned, "It's okay, I'm pretty tired." Cause traveling twenty one years into the past makes you really exhausted. He followed the Marauders up to the common room, and then to their dormitory. His trunk, which had a slightly rusty name plate engraved with EHP, was at the foot of his bed. Ironically, it was the same bed he slept in in his time. After changing into his pajamas, he climbed into bed, closing the red curtains tight around the bed frame.

"Weird," Peter said, once they were sure Evan had fallen asleep, which was only five minutes later.

Remus remarked, "Maybe not, he said he didn't have many friends as a kid. It could just be a habit." After all, Remus still wouldn't show his bare arms, even if they rarely got bit anymore.

"Maybe," James allowed and got into bed himself.

The next morning, Remus was up first, well, at least he thought he was. The werewolf was just exiting his bed when he heard a voice murmur, "Morning." Surprised, Remus' head snapped around to see Evan lying fully dressed on his bed, the curtains pushed to the side.

"Evan…" Remus started, still surprised. "When did you wake up?

Evan gave a half smile, "Ten minutes ago? Forty minutes ago?" The truth was, Evan had been awake for about an hour after a nightmare. "When's breakfast?"

Remus shrugged, "Just about whenever you get down there. Although the house elves don't start serving until six, and end at nine thirty, ten on weekends."

Evan nodded vaguely. Well, that was useful information, it was something he actually didn't know yet. He knelt down beside his trunk, tapping it absentmindedly with his wand and pulled out his school bag. After closing and locking the trunk once more, he headed down to the common room. He had just opened a book when a voice sounded next to him.

"Hi." Evan turned around to see a girl with red hair and green eyes. His eyes. Lily. His mother. "I'm Lily Evans."

"Evan Pretter," he managed to get out, hoping that his face didn't show his surprise.

"Looking forward to Potions?" Lily asked, motioning to the book in his hand.

Evan glanced down, a bit confused, "Oh. Yeah. A bit," It was a lie. Evan was looking forward to Potions way more than a bit. This would be his first time with an unbiased teacher. And sixth year in his time didn't count. After all, Slughorn favored him since he was the Boy-Who-Lived as well as Lily Evans' son. And there was another reason for reading this particular book. Last night, after arranging his cover story with McGonagall and Dumbledore, he had gone to the Room of Requirement to wish the things he needed into existence. The Cloak, the Map, his trunk, the fake locket (there wasn't really any reason he needed that, but he liked to have it near him after the price it paid to get it) and some books, most importantly, the Half-Blood Prince's Potions book, that had of course, the cover of a brand new book on it. (Which was fine as the covers were the same).

"Hey! Hey, Evan!" Evan looked up, confused as he still wasn't completely used to being called Evan yet.

"Huh? What?"

Lily sighed, "You should probably get to breakfast. You don't want to be late on your first day."

"Right," Evan said sharply he stood up, putting his book back in his bag, and made for the portrait-hole. He wasn't paying attention to where he walked; after all, he had spent the last six years roaming around this castle, so he was especially surprised when he bumped into something. Or more accurately, someone.

"Whoa, sorry," Remus extended his arm to keep Evan from falling. "Are you okay?"

Evan nodded as he picked up his bag. He groaned when he realized that a number of his books had fallen out. Remus bent to help him pick the books up. "Yeah," Evan answered, "I'm fine. Sorry I bumped into you though."

Remus shrugged, "I'm used to it. Come on, everyone else is already at breakfast."

When they entered the Great Hall, there were no whispers, no glares, glances, excited, mistrusting, or otherwise. No one paid them more attention than was due to a Marauder and a new kid, which was quite less than Evan, well, Harry really, was subject to in his own time. But here, he could just be Evan Pretter, instead of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. James waved to over to a spot near the middle of the Gryffindor table. Sirius was farther down, talking to a slightly older boy who bore a resemblance to someone Evan knew.

"Thanks, Frank!" Sirius called as he headed back toward James.

Frank. The name tore at Evan's heart. He knew now who the boy was. Frank Longbottom, Neville's father who had been tortured into insanity by Bellatrix and her husband. Evan's fist clenched. How many people here were dead in his time by the hand of Voldemort or the vile Death Eaters? Evan sat down, still rather distracted and disturbed by the way his thoughts were going. In fact, he was so deep in thought, that he didn't notice someone behind him until they spoke.

"And here I thought you don't go looking for trouble."

The boys all spun around to see a wizard with brown hair that was fading to gray in a number of places, with tattered robes that hung from his lean body. They were all shocked to see someone behind them, but none more so than Evan.

"What-how-when-where-why?" He chocked out.

A much older Remus Lupin looked down at him, and offered a hand to help him up from where he had fallen.

"But…what…" Evan repeated. He seemed unable to get out a complete sentence.

"I'm taking the DADA post," Lupin replied.

"Excuse me, sir," Remus asked his older self, "do you know Evan?"

"Yes, Remus Lupin, correct?" When Remus nodded, (Evan was too occupied by his possible heart attack…fine, that's an exaggeration…to see the irony of the previous statement) Lupin continued, "I was his teacher in third year."

James gestured to Evan, "Uh..sir, is he okay?"

Lupin put down his briefcase which looked exactly like the one he had in the future, except instead of saying 'Professor R.J. Lupin' it said 'Professor R. J. Nighte'. "Yes, H-Evan should be okay. I think he's just surprised at seeing me here."

Evan snapped out of it, "Surprised? That is an understatement, Professor."

Lupin, or Nighte as his alias was, smiled slightly, "Perhaps." With that, he turned, and left the room.

"That was…strange…" James said.

"Really, Prongs?" Remus said dryly, "I never would have guessed. Although how did Professor Nighte know my name?"

The others all shrugged, although Evan was smirking a bit as he knew exactly how Professor 'Nighte' knew Remus name.

"Wait, how do you know his name?" Peter asked.

Remus shook his head, "Honestly, Wormtail, it was on his briefcase, 'Professor R. J. Nighte.'"

"Oh." Peter said.

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