Author's Notes:
Never again! I'm never spending 12 hours at an amusement park ever again when I have school the next day! Jeez, I was so out of it (on Monday), thankfully, the classes weren't the "hardcore" classes. Still, Disneyland was fun, I'm glad I went and I'm glad I stayed for the Illumination Parade and the fireworks (for all that it was 5 minutes long, haha). My feet and legs still sorta hurts from all that walking.
So, one of my dear reviewers don't want Harry - er, Darron - to be in Slytherin? Hmm, to be honest, I haven't quite thought all of that out yet. I mean, I do want him in a specific house, but wasn't sure how it would all work out, because... well. Can't give away the plot, now can I?
I've typos? I don't doubt it, chapter 3 was the only one I read through before I uploaded it, heh. Oops, I'll go back and edit them all. Some time in the future.....

NOW EDITED!

Disclaimer:
Someone said that my plot bunny needs feeding. Now, where'd that silly rabbit run off to?! Aha, I see you, little blue fluff-ball! Yes, blue, my plot bunny is blue (I saw a music video once, where there was a poor bunny with its fur dyed blue!)... -hem hem- (hee hee, couldn't resist)
As usual, I own none of the characters, I suppose I can claim to own the changes I did to Harry, as well as his new name Darron.

Who am I?

It was another two weeks before Harry finally rejoined the real world. Thanks to Firenze's fast reaction, the majority of the poison was neutralized, leaving only a tiny portion left that was still potent. Unfortunately, that tiny bit was enough to knock poor Harry out for such a long period of time. The only side effect was that the wound would permanently scar, and while his hair grew back - it turned out that the claw had caught him on the top of his head - it would be colourless forever. He was also lucky in that he didn't lose his eyesight, the claw somehow miraculously missed gouging his eyeball out. However, studying his visage in the mirror, Harry decided that he liked his new look very much. His lightning bolt scar blended perfectly with the new one, and with the white streak of hair, he looked much different from his old self.

He never thought that he'd be glad for Madam Pomfrey's insistence on staying in the hospital wing while he slowly recovered. It gave him more time to make up a story about himself, such as how he ended up in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. Shuddering at the memory of all those furry legs and claws, Harry could now see why Malfoy panicked whenever he had to go inside the forest. Yet, even this accident couldn't repel him forever, as he soon found himself wishing to see Firenze after being informed that the centaur was his saviour. Twenty or so years ago, what did the centaur look like back then?

Harry still had trouble grasping the concept that his "present" is now the "past". Sometimes, his mind was simply overwhelmed by the confusion of a circular timeline. Rather than crack his sanity on the whole concept, he decided to settle on making up little things and pretending that he couldn't remember the rest due to amnesia. First off was his name: Darron needed a family name. Obviously, being his parents' sixth year, he couldn't use any names that he was familiar with for fear of questions, nor did he want to use the names of people who were at Hogwarts while Harry Potter was in attendence, it just seemed too risky.

Ultimately, after three days of being stuck in a bed, he was fed up and frustrated, and decided that he only remembered two things: his first name was Darron, and he would be in sixth year come September. Most of August had passed before Dumbledore, who was still - already - Headmaster of Hogwarts, came to visit him.

"My dear boy," Albus started, "would you like a sherbert lemon?"

Harry - Darron - forcefully shoved his amusement to a dusty corner in his head and schooled his face into puzzlement, thanking the fact that he had managed to master Occlumency before he ended up here in the past.

"Er - a what?"

"A sherbert lemon!" Dumbledore answered cheerfully, his eyes twinkling, "it's a Muggle sweet."

"Er, no thanks, uh-" Harry - no, Darron! he had to get used to it - trailed off, feigning ignorance at Dumbledore's identity.

"Oh, right, how forgetful of me!" Dumbledore popped a sweet into his mouth, "I'm Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That's where you are now, by the way, in the hospital wing, to be exact. And you must be...?"

"Er, Darron, I think."

"You think?" Dumbledore frowned, "what can you remember?"

"Er, I'm going into sixth year?"

"Hmm," Dumbledore was lost in thought - there was a high possibility that the poison could've erased or blocked the boy's memories. "Anything else?"

"No..."

"Well that settles it!" Dumbledore cried out, "you'll join us at this school then! All we need to do is get you some supplies, figure out which classes you'll be taking, and everything will be all set!"

Darron merely gaped, Dumbledore had changed from one mood to another so fast that it was eerie. But then, that only served to strengthen the rumors that the Headmaster himself is barking mad. Regardless, he was relieved, it hadn't been too hard persuading Dumbledore to let him attend Hogwarts. However, he didn't have any money on him...

"Er," Darron stammered, not sure how to voice his concern.

"Oh, if you're worried about money, don't," Dumbledore waved him off, "everything will be just fine. Now, if that's everything-" Harry nodded. "You just relax and get some rest. I do believe Poppy, Madam Pomfrey for you, will be releasing you from the hospital some time after lunch today. I must be off then, to prepare a guest room for you until school starts!"

With a cheerful farewell, Dumbledore swept out of the room, leaving Darron to his thoughts. He was going to be re-Sorted! But would he stay in Gryffindor, or be put into a different house? Thinking back on his own Sorting 5 years ago - or rather, 10-plus years in the future - he had nearly been put in Slytherin. Would he be able to cope if that happened now?

After spending a long time contemplating the new twist of events in his life, he gave up. Whatever happened would happen, and worrying about it wouldn't make it any better or worse. He would just have to take things one at a time, the first being... his wand was gone, probably broken by the creature - he had learned, when he first awoke, that he had been attacked by a Mumbliar - since he was told that he arrived with nothing but his clothes minus his school robes. Just as well, too, because the professors would question him relentlessly if he had his Gryffindor school robes on.

Some time later, after a quick lunch - being stuck in bed for the past two, almost three, weeks decreased his appetite. Professor McGonagall then came to pick him up, after transfiguring some clothes for him to change into, since the ones he had been wearing was blood-soaked and torn to shreds when Firenze carried him out of the forest at top speed. He was given a tour of the school, feigning ignorance again, before being deposited in his temporary lodgings. Just a small room with a bed, study table, and a fireplace, it was nice and cozy, even though he'd only be staying there for 10 days.

Dinner was held in the staff room. Some of the teachers he already knew from his time in the future, and others, he didn't. He was staring keenly at Professor Kentflech, the Potions professor, and Professor Sinadell, the Defense professor and Head of Slytherin house. Snape had made such a big impression - however bad - in his life that he was having a hard time imaging anyone else teaching Potions. Although, Kentflech seemed quite nice; he - a stooped old man with white hair - had greeted Darron with a smile when they were introduced to each other. Professor Sinadell - a young witch with dark red hair and dark blue eyes - on the other hand, seemed rather distant and cold. And of course, Hagrid was delighted to see that he had survived the attack and gave him such a tight hug that Darron thought his ribs would crack.

Dumbledore announced just before starting dinner that McGonagall was going to accompany him to Diagon Alley tomorrow, via floo powder, and that after dinner, the three of them were going to sit together and decide which courses he would be taking, so he would know which books to buy. Dinner itself was a quiet affair, no doubt Dumbledore had spread the news that he had lost his memories. However, Hagrid chatted with him eagerly, especially when Darron expressed an interest in Firenze and centaurs in general, as well as the Mumbliars.

Darron was later found in the Headmaster's office, together with Dumbledore and McGonagall. The three of them were pouring over the curriculums of the different classes, and Darron "tried" to remember what he knew and didn't know to figure out which classes he should take. Finally, with suggestions from the two professors, he settled on Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures - another class with a different professor since Hagrid didn't take on the position until Harry's third year, Herbology, and Potions.

Once everything was decided - Darron was to be re-sorted at the Welcoming Feast - he returned to his room. However, it was still rather early, and the sun hadn't full set yet, so he left again, intending to go to the library to see if he could borrow some books to read to kill time. However, when he passed by the school broom closet, he stopped. Looking up and down at the empty hallway, Darron decided that reason could hang itself and he grabbed a broom and quickly ran out of the castle. Once outside, he immediately leaped on and zoomed off into the sky. It had been too long since he last flew, and now, he almost regretted not joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team back when he could. Feeling the wind caress his face as he flew, he breathed a sigh of happiness, even the mediocre school brooms couldn't dampen his mood. However, his joy was stopped short.

"Mr... Darron!" a voice called out, "who gave you permission to use the school brooms?"

Harry turned in mid-dive and looked - it was Madam Hooch, and she looked furious. Suddenly, his foolhardiness caught up with his conscience. As usual, he acted before he thought out all the coinsequence. This line of thinking reminded of Snape, how he was always accused of his "constant disregard for rules" by the highly disliked professor. It was easy to guess what happened next, he was no longer Darron, but Harry Potter once again, and Harry Potter missed everyone back "home", especially his best friends Ron and Hermione. It was with this melancholic mood that Harry flew back down to the ground.

"Mr... Darron."

Here, Harry winced inwardly and put his shields back up again, reverting back to Darron. Madam Hooch saw the upset expression on the young man's face and softened. After all, it must be hard to not be able to remember even your own name, as strange as it might be to call someone in such a situation.

"It's not that you can't use the school brooms, but please inform a professor if you wish to go flying. After all, it's not safe to be flying alone, in case of any accidents," she paused, giving Darron a linger look, "although, I doubt you'll have much problems in the air, you are a very advanced flier. I dare say that you'll be wanting to join the Quidditch teams here at the school?"

"Of course, professor!" Darron grinned, "and, er - can I fly right now?"

Madam Hooch looked thoughtful for a brief second before agreeing, "you must be wanting some exercise after being stuck in the hospital for the last 20 days. Seeing as how I have nothing important to do at the moment, I shall accompany you!" She pulled out her wand and summoned her own broom.

Darron's grin grew wider and he watched the professor's broom come bursting out of the castle doors. It reminded him of the first task in the Triwizard Tournament in his - no, Harry's - fourth year, as well as Fred and George's big escape from Umbridge's clutches during fifth year. Stopping his train of thoughts before depression could strike again, he mounted his own broom and flew off, Madam Hooch soon following his actions.

A few hours later, a thoroughly windswept Darron staggered into his room. He took a quick shower to wash the sweat off his body before hitting the bed. His last thought was that his first real day in the past hadn't been so bad.

End Notes:
Well... sorry for the delay, but I finally finished it! Yay... It was a bit of a boring chapter. Next one would be Darron in Diagon Alley, buying his supplies... hm, should I have him run into people he knows from his time as Harry? Perhaps Lucius, or even the Marauders... hmm.... My plot bunny needs feeding, suggestions, please!!!
Right, you know the drill, please read & review!
And now, I need sleep... for the past 4 nights, I haven't went to bed any earlier than midnight, and it's currently 11:30pm for me. Yikes, I'll be tired again tomorrow... -sigh- Night, everyone, sweet dreams! Zzz....