Author's Note: To answer the question of whether this will be Tom/Harry: I think so. I'v almost made up my mind that it will be, but I need to write a few more scenes to be entirely sure. Nothing much will happen until after Hogwarts though. Anyway, please read and please review. Thanks!

Harry had headed down to breakfast by himself, having woken up early and gotten ready by himself. However, he looked up after serving himself some sausages to find that Abraxas had sat down next to him. Harry nodded in greeting before returning to his breakfast.

He hadn't really talked to his roommates last night after the feast. Abraxas and Orion weren't bad but Jeremy Goyle and Liam Lestrange seemed a little too much like their death eater sons. They seemed content to ignore Harry as much as he was to ignore them.

"Of course Harry Potter can't be your real name..." Abraxas trailed off out of nowhere. Harry snorted.

"Really, why's that?"

"As a time traveler you can't change the timeline... So obviously you can't reveal who you really are in case someone from this time meets you in the future," Abraxas told him.

"Seems a bit pointless since people would be able to recognize me by how I look," Harry countered. It was odd, Abraxas had the same arrogance as his grandson had, but Abraxas was infinitely more pleasant to talk to, or maybe Harry had just gotten more tolerant of arrogance.

"Not necessary, pureblood families always look similar and you're obviously a pureblood with you aristocratic features. Judging from your pale skin and dark hair I'd say you're either a Nott, or a Black, or a Parkins- No, that it, you're a Black."

Harry had unintentionally twitched at the mention of his godfather's name. Oh well, Harry thought, might as well let Abraxas have his fun.

"Alright Malfoy, what else can you discern from each minuscule detail?" Harry asked. Abraxas grinned, thrilled that Harry was willing to play along.

"Well there are obviously some clues in you alias as well. Harry Potter... What's your middle name?" He asked.

"James," replied Harry honestly. He set raised an eyebrow as Abraxas analyzed this new information.

"Harry James Potter. Huh, James is common enough.. that might even be your real middle name. Potter must have some significant so that you'd remember it... Probably your mother's maiden name... I'd also wager that Harry is similar to your real given name, so that you'd react to it... And the Blacks are almost always named after stars or constellations. Haldus? Hydra? Haedus? Haedus James Black. That's your name." Abraxas stated with confidence. Harry chuckled.

"I suppose you can call me that if you like," he said, smiling. Abraxas looked pleased.

"I will, Haedus." Harry grinned at his new name. Weird, but as far as names he had been called by the future Malfoys, this was positively affectionate.

"Did you ever consider that I was born after everyone in this time is already dead and so there really is no point in changing my name?" Harry asked.

"Don't be ridiculous Haedus." Abraxas told him. At that moment, Slughorn came around to give them their schedules. Before Harry could so much as glance at his, Abraxas took it and laid it down flat next to his.

"Looks like we have Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, and DADA together... urg, why are you taking Magical Creatures?" Asked Abraxas.

"Its interesting," Harry said indignantly, "Why are you taking," Harry took a look at Abraxas' schedule, "Arithmacy? Sounds boring."

"Its useful." Abraxas sniffed disdainfully at the rest of Harry's schedule. "You're continuing Herbology too... how uncouth." Harry just rolled his eyes and snatched his schedule before Abraxas could stop him and stood up.

"Well I'm off to my uncouth classes, I'll see you later," Harry told the blond boy. He took one last bite of toast and then left for herbology.

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In a way, being in classes made him feel at home, like he was in the right time, and that there were no horcruxes to worry about. However, the absence of Ron and Hermione as well as the different teachers brought him back to reality.

Since many students had dropped Herbology, there was just one class for all seventh years. The class was made up of mostly Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, with a few Gryffindors. Harry was the only Slytherin. Harry was partnered with a Hufflepuff named Daniel Brown, who spent most of the period excitedly asking him about the future while everyone around them listened in. After explaining several times that he hadn't really paid enough attention in history to know the exact date of anything, Harry headed to transfiguration.

In Professor Dumbledore's class, all the Slytherins sat at the back. Harry, having almost always sat in the second row, walked right past his fellow snakes intent on sitting in what had been his usual spot. As he walked past Abraxas, however, he was unexpectedly yanked back.

"What do you-" Harry began to ask, but Orion, who was sitting next to Abraxas, interrupted him.

"Everyone knows that old coot hates Slytherins, if we sit up front you'll be more likely to cause trouble." At Orion's whispered warning, Harry snorted.

"If you say so."

It was odd, having Dumbledore for a teacher. In some ways the class was exactly the same as McGonagall would teach it in fifty years. The chalk would write out instructions on the chalkboard as Dumbledore lectured, just as it had when McGonagall taught. However, the handwriting was much more intricate and when there were no instructions to write the chalk tended to draw intricate designs around what it had already written.

When it came time for everyone to try their hand at turning vases into hawks, Harry laughed when Orion's vase sprouted wings and took flight. Dumbledore happened to walk past them just then Orion took turns glaring at Harry and Dumbledore, who took the opportunity to comment on Orion's attempt.

"An interesting interpretation of a hawk, Mr. Black," Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling. This made Harry chuckle again.

"Well Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, how are you faring?" Dumbledore asked, turning to Abraxas and Harry. Both raised their wands and said the incantation. Abraxas' vase sprouted several very elegant feathers, but remained vase shaped. Harry's on the other hand, turned into a very impressive hawk, but remained glass. It did however, began to move. After emitting a very high pitched shriek it launched itself at Abraxas' feathered vase.

The shriek had made everyone wince and turn to look. Harry recovered quickly and tried to change the hawk back. He succeeded in turning Abraxas' vase back to its original form, but the glass hawk dodged and leap into the air where it tried to dive-bomb Orion. Both Orion and Abraxas leap under the desks. The hawk let out another shill war cry and flew higher up to try again. Harry leap onto his desk and managed to catch the transformed vase before it could attack anything else.

"Do you need any help, Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked, chuckling. Harry held to squirming glass creature as best he could while avoiding the beak and claws. He grinned at Dumbledore

"Yes please." With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore turned the hawk back into a vase. Everyone around Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Harry climbed down from the desk and set the vase down gingerly.

"Thanks sir," Harry said, relieved.

"You're quite welcome. Maybe a little less swish next time," the transfiguration professor replied, beaming.

The class went on after that with a little less chaos. After observing the class, Harry supposed he could see why Abraxas and Orion seemed to think Dumbledore hated Slytherins, although he privately disagreed. When students had made mistakes or weren't paying attention in McGonagall's class, the stern teacher had warned them with detention or house points. When students made mistakes in Dumbledore's class on the other hand, Dumbledore was more likely to tease them. This worked well on most other students, who were ables to recognize the twinkle in the professor's eyes, but the Slytherins tended to interpret Dumbledore's gentle teasing as dislike. Ridiculous.

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Defense Against the Dark Arts was in the afternoon, three days a week for the seventh year Slytherins. Although Harry would have been perfectly content to sit in the back for this class, Abraxas and Orion dragged Harry to the front. Typical Slytherins, Harry mused, although he supposed that included him now. Perish the thought.

This class was much more crowded than either Herbology of Transfiguration. Herbology had had maybe had a dozen or so students, most of them Hufflepuffs, and Transfiguration had been made up of about four students from each house. DADA however, seemed to have all almost all of the seventh years. There were over thirty people there. The only class Harry had that had been this big was apparition, which seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Good afternoon everyone," Riddle said, coming in behind the last few students. All he students fell silent.

"As this is the last year you will have before you head out into the world, we will cover many different topics. Some of these may be review, but it is my job to make sure you are all prepared to survive the war so I trust you will all bear with me." As Riddle began his lecture Harry was impressed despite himself. Having had six different defense instructors and having been the equivalent of one himself, he was able to recognize the logic behind the topics Riddle announced they would be covering- Harry had taught most of them in DADA. Unforgivables, shields, and patronuses all featured in the first five weeks. After about fifteen minutes Riddle ended the lecture, saying,

"But I don't want to bore you too long just talking about what we will study. Why don't we jump right in with the three unforgivable curses. You all know what they are, yes?" He asked. There was a murmur of agreement. Satisfied, Riddle continued.

"The killing curse, the cruciartus curse, and the imperius curse. All three of these will get you arrested if you use them, but I cannot guarantee they will not be cast at you when you leave Hogwarts. This being the case, I have been given special permission to cast one of these curses. The only thing you can do against the killing curse and the cruciartus curse is to avoid getting hit, but the imperius curse is a little different. I would, of course, recommend not getting hit by it, but if one is hit with the imperious curse it is possible to break it. It will often take a long time, and a strong will, but it is possible to become resistant to this one unforgivable curse."

Most of the students were leaning forward in their seats. Harry for one was wondering if Voldemort had given Barty Crouch Jr. his lesson notes before Crouch went undercover as Moody, but then remembered that Voldemort hadn't been the DADA professor in his timeline.

"Mr. Potter," Riddle addressed Harry, who jumped. Riddle smiled a charming smile. "Would you please come up here?" Harry cursed under his breath, but complied.

"Thank you, I am going to cast the imperius curse on Mr. Potter," Riddle stated, there were several shocked faces. "Pay attention to what the curse does." The defense professor turned to Harry and whispered, "Imperio."

Although the end of his fourth year had been an unmitigated disaster, and although he had been a deatheater in disguise, Harry was immeasurably grateful that the fake Moody had already taught Harry to resist the imperius curse, and that Harry would never be susceptible to being controlled by Voldemort. The feeling of susceptibility only lasted an instant before Harry regained control. When Riddle said,

"Jump," Harry stubbornly crossed his arms and simply stood. A few murmurs broke out among the students. Riddle's eyes widened before the man composed himself.

"Very impressive Mr. Potter," Riddle paused and looked at Harry, his eyes filled with curiosity. Harry took that as his cue to go and sit back down.

"That is what resisting the curse looks like. I dare say the rest of you will find that it is not as easy as it looks. Now, Mr. Malfoy, please come up," Riddle requested. As a pale Abraxas walked up to the front of the classroom Harry whispered to Orion,

"We're sitting in the back next time."

The rest of the class passed with student after student getting the imperius curse cast on him or her. Both Orion and Abraxas were shaken after their turns. They kept glancing at Harry and then turning away when they made eye contact. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Everyone who was not able to resist the imperius curse," everyone glanced at Harry, the only one who had resisted, "please write a foot on what measures you could take to be able to throw off the curse. I'll see you all Wednesday," Riddle told the class. Everyone began packing up. Harry was halfway out the door when he heard Riddle say,

"A moment please, Mr. Potter."

"See you in Charms, Haedus," Abraxas smirked at Harry as he passed him. Harry snorted. Orion waved absent-mindedly. Harry could tell they were both still unnerved from having the imperius curse cast on them. After the last person had left Harry turned to look at Riddle, who was still staring after Abraxas and Orion, a small frown on his face.

"Haedus?" the defense professor asked, coming from behind his desk.

"Oh," Harry ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed, "It's just Abraxas being silly. He thought that since I'm a time traveler that I must be using an alias, so he decided to try to deduce my real name," Harry explained. Riddle smiled.

"And he decided your name must be Haedus Potter?" The future dark lord asked.

"Haedus Black, actually," Harry corrected.

"Ah, of course. The Blacks are the ones who are named after constellations. Tell me, was Abraxas right, did you use an alias?" asked Riddle. Harry snorted derisively.

"Yeah right. I was in no state of mind to come up with a cunning plan after I realized I had jumped half a century into the past. The only thing I was warned about with time travel was running into my past self and that's not really an issue here. Hermione said nothing about having to come up with an alias or a different backstory, so I wasn't really prepared to lie this time," Harry explained. Riddle was looking at Harry with his head cocked to one side.

"This time? You've time traveled before?" The man asked.

"Yeah," Harry answered, "There was this thing in third year with a Hippogriff that Hermione and I used a time-turner to fix." Riddle looked intrigued.

Harry had undergone many crazy adventures, but this was perhaps the most surreal- turning up in 1945, talking to Tom Riddle, his DADA teacher, as if he wasn't the mass murderer that had tried to kill Harry several times. If he were to ever hallucinate, Harry mused, he would not notice the slightest difference in his crazy life.

"You seem to have had quite the adventures during school. You'll have to tell me more about the hippogriff incident sometime when you don't have a class to get to. I asked you to stay behind because I was wondering if you wanted to schedule a weekly meeting to go over material for your OWLs. I talked with Headmaster Dippet and he has arranged for you to take your tests over winter break."

"Uh, sure. Thanks," Harry said. He would need all the help he could get without Hermione here.

"How about Friday evenings?" Riddle suggested.

"Alright," Harry agreed.

"Do you know what subjects you want to take your OWLs in? You need at least eight." Harry considered this. He was only taking six classes right now.

"Definitely DADA, transfiguration, charms, potions, herbology, and magical creature..." Harry trailed off. He thought back to his taking his divination, astronomy, and history tests. History had been the least painful. The other two were things he could do without. "History of magic and maybe muggle studies?" Harry was partly asking himself and partly asking Riddle.

"Muggle Studies?" the defense teacher all but spat. his expression was one of disgust. Harry narrowed his eyes, deciding then and there he was going to take the muggle studies OWL. Riddle noted his expression and amended, "I mean you grew up with muggles, didn't you? Studying it would be pointless."

"Well, I grew up in the future, and between now and then there will be lots of developments. I'm not sure I know much about the 1945 muggle world," Harry replied. It was a good point, but mostly Harry didn't want to have to retake divination or astronomy.

"Ah, of course, I had not considered that the muggle world would change so much," Riddle replied, all traces of disgust gone. Harry nodded. The muggle world probably had been pretty awful in an orphanage right after World War I Harry supposed.

"Well, I better get to charms," Harry said, smiling politely at Riddle. The professor smiled back and returned to his desk.

"See you Wednesday."

Charms was an exercise in boredom. It was almost as boring as history of magic had always been. The only thing that made it more interesting was the fifteen or so minutes they had to practice the time acceleration charm the teacher had talked about. Watching a plant's entire life from seed to plant in three minutes was rather cool.

At dinner that night Harry resigned himself to sitting next to Abraxas and Orion despite his preference for solitude. It was decidedly nice of them to try so hard to talk to him and so Harry did his best not to brood about finding a way back to his own time. The subject inevitably turned to the imperius curse and defense against the dark arts. Orion was the one who finally asked Harry what all the seventh years who were listening to Harry talk with Abraxas and Orion were hoping someone else would ask.

"So how did you do it?"

"I had a different DADA teacher who cast it on me over and over until I could break it," Harry replied honestly. There was a moment of silence at that part of the table. A rather gawky girl with dark stringy hair was the speak.

"But what did you do while you were under the curse?" She asked. Harry looked at her. She looked a little familiar. It was clear from how far away everyone else was sitting from her that none of the seventh year Slytherins were friends with her. Feeling a little sorry for her, Harry explained a little more in depthly than he would have had any of the other Slytherins asked him.

"Well, when I had the curse cast on me the first time it was like nothing mattered, I was completely relaxed," at this several of the other Slytherins nodded, clearly having experienced the same thing, "and then I heard my professor's voice telling me to jump on the desk. I was all set to do it, but then it was like another part of me was saying that jumping was a rather stupid thing to do. That first time I tried to jump and not jump at the same time. After I had the curse cast on me a few times I got better at listening to that other feeling. I think the key is being able to ask yourself why you are doing something while you're under the curse," Harry finally finished explaining. Several of the other Slytherins were looking thoughtful. The girl with stringy hair smiled in thanks and then went back to pushing the food on her plate around.

Harry glanced at Orion. He was scowling at his fork. Abraxas looked serene, but didn't look at anyone else for the rest of dinner. The whole table was rather subdued for the rest of dinner.