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Ginny Weasley was sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast when the news owl came in carrying the Daily Prophet. She spit out her juice when she caught sight of the front cover. It was a picture of Harry, the guy she had helped in Diagon Alley. The headline above it was "Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, Returns!" [[He disappeared after being left at the Dursleys]]

Her mother, Molly Weasley, walked in just in time to see her daughter spit her pumpkin juice all over the table.

"Ginny, what happened?" She asked her daughter.

"Remember that guy I mentioned?" Ginny asked.

"Yes" Ginny just handed her the paper.

"That was him!"

Molly just stood there speechless.



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Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts sat in his office, waiting for Harry Potter to arrive. An owl had shown appeared in his office the previous day that Harry would come at exactly 9:00 am, and it was one minute until that time. He waited in silence, and just before 9, he heard the gargoyle that guarded his office move. At 9 on the dot, the a young man stepped into his office.

"Professor."

"Harry Potter, I presume?"

"Yes, I came here because I would like to attend Hogwarts for the next two years, as a sixth and seventh year. If necessary, I will take any tests necessary to do so."

Harry wasn't sure what a sixth or seventh year should be able to do, but was confidant that even with most of his power bound by the charm on his neck he could still do it.

"That can be arranged, but I must ask where you have been for fifteen years."

"I am not supposed to say anything, but I feel I can trust you. Avalon."

"Oh . . . Um I can presume you mean the true Avalon, and not New Avalon?"

"Yes. Can I be sorted now?"

"I don't see why not."

"Harry put the hat on."

What is going on . . . you are here to free me, aren't you?

'yes' thought Harry.

But how, my sister is dead . . . or not. Can I have a body? I was only twelve when I was put in here.

'sure, I'm going to take you off now, and in a minute you will be free'

Thank You

'oh, how old do you want to be?'

I don't remember any of the magic I learned, how about a first year, 11

Harry removed that hat.

"Professor, I can trust you to keep my secrets, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"Just watch."

Harry started the spell that would conjure the new body for Jordan Hufflepuf, the soul of the sorting hat. Dumbledore couldn't hear the words, but he did hear it. First there appeared to be a faint bone structure, the muscles, then skin and clothing. Only then did the body come fully into alignment with the world and become visible. Then he turned to the sorting hat and continued the chant. A faint blue light emerged from the hat, and then entered the body. Jordan's eyes opened.

"Harry! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Professor, my name is Jordan Hufflepuf, Helga's brother. I blew up half of the school and was punished with two years as the soul of the sorting hat, but my sister . . ."

"Died" Harry interrupted quietly, so only Jordan could hear. He didn't want the professor to know all his secrets. Jordan took the hint.

" . . . Died before she could release me. May I please become a student here?"

"Um . . . forgive me, I'm not usually at such a lack for words. Did you conjure his body up, Harry?"

"A body, his was long gone."

"Oh, and um, yes, yes you can attend here. But you can't use your real name; cause quite a stir, and no mention of being the sorting hat either. Although, Harry, you have left us without a sorting hat."

"I put an AI spell on it. No one will notice the difference, although you may want to help it invent a song."

"Oh, Jordan, you will need to be adopted, or at least put in ministry care. You may live here, though, until you finish school. If you wish. Same to you, Harry."

"Thank you, I would like that." Both Harry and Jordan said.

"I'll get my things from Diagon alley, and take Jordan shopping for the basics while I am there." Harry said to the professor, and then turned to Jordan. "Did you by any chance sort me before I freed you?"

"Gryffindore, and I was one too, before."

"Really, I would have thought . . ."

"Most people would have. The sorting hat before me didn't."



The two walked out of the office, leaving a stunned professor behind them.



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