Disclaimer: Ms. Rowling owns the Harry Potter World and everything in it. I am not Ms. Rowling.
Dumbledore looked sadly at Ron and Hermione. After their best friend had disappeared a little over a year ago, nothing seemed to cheer them up.
Pop! A sharp noise, not unlike an apparition sound, broke the Headmaster's musings.
A boy had appeared in the center of the Great Hall. He stumbled backwards a bit, then regained his feet. Glancing around, his face paled. Everyone could hear him as he shouted "What? No! No! Godric!" He then ran towards the doors out of the Great Hall.
"Stop!" Dumbledore bellowed. The boy froze, and then pivoted on his heels, now facing the staff.
"What do you want?" The boy demanded. Several professors noticed that he sounded rather rude.
"I want your name, and why you are here." Dumbledore said, calmly raising his wand to point at the boy.
The boy glanced around nervously before beginning. "My name is Haelan, and I am here because someone thought it would be funny to test a new potion on me."
"Can you get back to where you were? Or would you like to finish your schooling here? Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in the world." There were several murmurs of agreement.
"I won't be able to get back, and no, I don't want to attend school here." Haelan glowered. This time, even some of the students noticed his rudeness.
"And why won't you be able to get back? I would like to tell you that I am one of the greatest wizards of my time. I should be able to get you back." Dumbledore decided to ignore the last statement.
"I'll give you an idea of why I can't get back. Godric Gryffindor gave me the potion."
"You're from the 10th century? But…but time travel to the future is impossible!" A bushy haired witch blurted out.
"Who are you?" Asked Haelan, slowly advancing towards her.
The witch gulped. "Her…Hermione." She mumbled.
"Well, it was supposed to be impossible, Hermione. But if it was impossible, I wouldn't be here, would I?"
Dumbledore cleared his throat, sensing a fight. "Haelan, you will be attending class here, even if you don't want to. You are here, and after all, the Founders did build Hogwarts in the intention to educate young magical children. Minerva, if you would please get the Sorting Hat?"
There was a few minutes of silence as they waited for Professor McGonagall to reappear. To Haelan, it seemed like forever.
Minutes (or hours) later, the Transfiguration teacher walked back with a shabby looking hat in her arms.
Haelan walked forward and shoved the hat over his eyes.
Ah. Haelan and Harry Potter. How funny to think that I know both in different ways, yet they are the same.
Don't tell anyone. Please don't.
Why would I? Will you take what you didn't in first year?
Of course.
Better be "SLYTHERIN!"
Haelan tugged off the hat, handed it to Professor McGonagall, and walked over to the green and silver table.