The manipulation of the wizarding world

Chapter 1: The other Potter

It was their sixth year and the three friends, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermoine Granger sat together in the great hall on the gryfindor table along with the rest of their gryfindor friends. All four houses were chatting away until, a big figure stood at the front of the hall, Albus Dumbledore. He waved a hand and gestured silence, almost instantly the students obeyed. In a quiet but confident voice he said "welcome to another year at Hogwarts, we have a few changes within the teachers this year. I would like to introduce an old friend of mine, Professer Slughorn, he will be taking over potions as Professer Snape is off with some family matters". A huge round of applause sounded through the great hall, mostly at the fact that Snape wasn't there. Once again Dumbledore issued silence, the students followed. He continued, "And I'd like you all to welcome back Professer Lupin who will once again take the position of Defence against the Dark Arts teacher". Harry, Hermoine and ron looked at each other stunned, as was the whole room. The hall was dead - silent. Harry whispered to hermoine, "why didn't he tell us?". Hermoine simply replied with a shrug of her shoulders. The trio didn't know why he came back, but, they knew there was a reason. A very important reason.

Before they could dwell on the matter, professer McGonagall opened the two golden doors at the other end of the hall and walked towards Dumbledore. Following her, was a stampede of shy little first years. Harry had completely forgotten about the sorting. Ignoring the sorting ceremony, harry thought to himself, 'I've never been to a sorting ceremony before apart from my own. I've always had 'problems' - making me miss them all'. There was only about five students left as Harry started tuning back in. "Ravenclaw!" he heard the sorting hat shout. "Hufflepuff!" he heard the hat boom again. One by one the students were stepping forward about to learn 'their fate'. McGonagall called out the last name on the list, "Grace Potter". A small girl, with long jet black hair similar to Harry's, approached the stool. The whole room was speechless especailly Harry. As the girl sat down, she caught a dark glance at him. He suddenly felt his stomach churn. Her eyes matched the colour of his, only darker - more misty. Grace sat on the stool and everyone leaned closer in antisipation. The three friends stared at each other in utter shock. "Do you know her? Is she a relative?" ron sputtered out. Harry replied "She can't be a relative, it has to be a coincidence. Apart from Sirius, I have no true family". Hermoine butted in "Are you sure Harry? She looks an awful lot like you". Harry simply said "That's what I'm afraid of...". The hat was placed on her head and the hall burst into mutters.

"Is she a relative?"

"Do they know each other?"

"Is it just a big coincidence?"

These questions crept through the hall as the sorting hat was thinking. Harry was thinking about the possiblities of her actually being related to him. He couldn't think of any possible, sensible conclusions. The hat disturbed Harry and snapped him out of thoughts, just to confirm his worst fear.

"Slytherin!"

The Slytherin table stood up in applause whilst the other three tables were speechless. Harry looked down at the end table, they were all stood up and clapping, apart from one, easily identifiable as Draco Malfoy, Harry's school enemy, his rival. Draco looked at harry, He had an evil smirk across his face. Harry snapped his head back around, he then glanced at the head table, they were also shocked, with the exeption of Lupin. He seemed less suprised, he just had a straight face, he was lost in his thoughts. It looked as if he was expecting this to happen.

The Slytherin table had calmed down. The new Potter sat down at the table. Everyone returned to look at the front of the hall to see Dumbledore, also recovering from shock, he looked ready to speak again. He cleared his throat and ushered complete silence. "... Let the feast, begin". He clapped his hands once and plates and plates of food appeared on the table. Sausages, mash, chicken, vegtables and jugs of pumpkin juice. Whilst the older students started helping themselves to the food, most first years were amazed by the magic that they're adapting to, and the amount of the food that was stacked upon the plates in the middle of the tables. Most of the food was gone. Ron still, typically, stuffing his face with food. Without warning, the dessert appeared on the table. From pumpkin pie to magical moose. As a treat Dumbledore added things like: chocolate frogs, liquorice wands and bertie bots every flavour beans. Everyone had a wide smile when saw the beans, they were the most popular treats in the wizarding world. The flavours were endless, from baked beans to brussel sprouts, from candy floss to ink, even vomit! The reactions of some of the students when they ate a bean was just priceless! As much fun as it was Harry was still extremely confused about 'the other Potter' situation. He sat there, nibbling on a cauldron cake. He was always fascinated by the wizarding world wonders like, sweets and treats, but, he was too indulged in his thoughts.

'It's not possible, it can't happen, not me. Everything always happens to me. Why me?'

Hermione saw him, his face, he looked worried, concerned. He scrunched his face trying to think harder. Unaware that he was being watched.

Harry's P.O.V

I looked up and I saw hermoine looking at me, staring into eyes, when she looks at me, it makes my inside melt. She looked at me for a few seconds. Whenever I see her, the anxiousness and worries i have would disappeared, temporarily disolve, like I had no problems in the world. I've sort of had 'a thing' for Hermoine since near the end of their third year. I love to get lost in her chocolate brown eyes, like a maze I'd never wish to find my way out of. I've always admired how smart she is and how she is so beautiful without her noticing, if I try to compliment her on her looks, she blushes and looks away. However, I'm sure that she doesn't like me the way I like her. She doesn't want 'the boy who lived', all that attention, that's one thing I know she doesn't like - attention. She doesn't want me...

Hermione's P.O.V

I looked at Harry. He was deep in thought. He scrunched his face, when he does that, he makes me giggle, when he does that, he looks so cute. He looked up and I realised that I was starring at him, I blushed and looked away - I didn't know what else to do. His scruffy black hair and his emerald green eyes, they're are like gems, glistening gems. When he looks at me, I feel comfortable, safe, happy. I found that I had feelings for Harry since the start of fourth year. I try to look good when I know that I'm going to see him, he compliments me, sometimes. I don't know why I try anyway. He doesn't want me - the bookworm of hogwarts. He doesn't want the muggle-born who is too stuck in her studies. He doesn't want me...

Third person

Everyone had finished their dessert and were starting to get ready to leave. Harry noticed that Grace was talking to Malfoy. Up to no good no doubt, Nosing in other people's buisness. New Gryfindor first years were talking to their classmate 'celebrity' - Harry Potter. They were amazed when they heard about the things that he has done within Hogwarts. He gets used to it, every year people want autographs and pictures, it's almost like a tradition. Dumbledore, again, stood at the top of the hall. He bellowed across the great hall "Prefects, take the first years to your dormitries". Everyone left the great hall, with the exeption of the golden trio. They walked up to the head table, they aimed for Lupin. Remus was stood and the trio walked up to him. Harry was the first to speak. "Answers, Now!"