Meet Harry Evans

A/n: I'm not going to try to get Hagrid's accent right.

Harry woke up with a pounding headache the next morning. The first thought he had was that he needed to get a pensieve soon. Harry walked downstairs and into the kitchen where Petunia and Remus were. He felt bad when he couldn't walk straight and they were worried about him.

When they asked what was wrong, he explained what had happened. Petunia didn't seem to know what to make of it, but Remus seemed thoughtful. It was decided that it would be a good idea to get a pensieve that day. Petunia said that she would have no problem with the children, so Harry and Remus quickly went to Diagon Alley.

Remus had a firm hold on Harry's arm to help me walk straight. They retrieved enough money for a pensieve. Once they had it, they returned quickly to the house so Harry could empty the thoughts of the others.

As soon as it was done, it decided that it would be a good idea for Harry to keep it with him, which made him thankful Remus had got him a multi-compartment trunk. Now that he had only the memories that were his, he realized exactly why he always acted mature for his age. The memories, though not fully recognized by him, had skewed his perspectives. He hadn't been acting so much as reacting.

The rest of the month passed uneventfully. Harry studied the memories in the evenings. He learned that the line blurs the more powerful you get. By the time he was to go to Hogwarts, he had seen all the first year lessons so that he could be ahead of the curve.

The night before Harry was to leave was a somber affair between Petunia, Remus and himself. Petunia had made a small feast for them to enjoy. They sat in silence enjoying each others company. A few times it seemed as if someone was going to say something, but none could find the right words.

They sat downstairs for awhile just being around each other. When Remus excused himself, Harry walked over to Petunia and gave her a hug, something that he rarely ever did. He felt her tense in surprise at first, but then return it. He looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Petunia, can I ask you for something?" She nodded slowly. "Can I call you mom? I know that legally you are, but I never felt comfortable calling you it." He added in a small voice, "please?"

Tears clouded her eyes as she said, "yes, I would be honored." She hugged him tightly and he returned it. No one was sure how long they stayed that way, all Harry knew was that Remus woke him early the next morning so he could get ready.

Mom, just thinking that brought a smile to Harry's face, and Remus were going to join up with Hermione's parents and all go together. Arriving at platform nine, Remus explained how they were supposed to get on the train. Harry said goodbye to mom, since non-magic people couldn't walk through the barrier, and Remus took them through the barrier and helped get them on the train.

Once on board, they decided to see if they could meet anyone else. The two split up deciding that it would cover more ground. Harry ran into a boy named Neville Longbottom, who was looking for his toad. He decided to help him, and Hermione ran into them a little later while they were still looking. Eventually the three of them found it and invited Neville to join them. The trio sat talking until the train started moving.

Neville came from an old magic family. He lived with his grandmother and had discovered he was magic when his great uncle dropped him out a second story window. they talked about the things that would be studied and what house they thought they would end up in.

Shortly after the train began, a red headed boy walked in and asked if he could sit. Something tugged at Harry's memory about him, but he couldn't place it. He sat next to Neville and joined in the conversation about where they wanted to be placed.

After awhile the trolley came by and offered some treats. Before anyone could move, Harry went and bought a large portion for everyone. They enjoyed the snacks for awhile, Ron, the red head, and Neville explaining about the various peculiarities of wizard candy. Returning to the conversation of the house we want to be in and why, it was finally Harry's turn.

"So Harry, which house," asked Neville.

Ron's eyes narrowed and he studied him before his eyes widened, "your Harry Potter!"

Harry looked at him, "no, my name is Harry Evans."

He didn't believe him however, "you look just like a description of him, scar and everything."

Harry rolled my eyes, "so? There is the chance that two people unrelated can look similar. I got this scar in an accident when I was young." Ron still didn't seem believe him, but decided to drop it.

Neville returned everyone to the original topic, "so Harry," he glared at Ron daring him to interrupt, "what house do you want to be in?"

He smiled, "Gryffindor, I heard my mother's sister went in it." Neville nodded. It wound up being that all of them would prefer to be in Gryffindor if they had our way. The rest of the trip was listening to Neville and Ron explaining things about the wizard world, while Hermione and Harry explained about the Muggle world.

Muggle, for some strange reason that word didn't sit well with Harry. After explaining about ten times about the uses of electricity, three boys about the same age opened the door. Harry felt another familiar tugging, but it was both in amusement and anger. The leader, a blond skinny boy, stepped forward and said, "I heard Harry Potter is on the train."

Ron looked at Harry while Neville said, "your information is wrong." The leader narrowed his eyes at Neville before walking away. The rest of the trip was boring, as they didn't really have anything new to talk about.

When the train arrived at the station, they heard a loud booming voice say, "First years, first years to me." It wasn't hard to find the source of the yelling, the person doing it stood well above everyone.

Remus had told Harry and Hermione about Hagrid, the groundskeeper, so they weren't as surprised as everyone else. Once they had been gathered together and got into boats, Hagrid called, "forward!" As the boat's started forward, everyone made pleasant sounds at the sight of the castle. While Harry was impressed as well, he contained his enthusiasm and kept looking around as if someone was going to attack him.

They made it to the docks and approached the large main doors. Once there, Hagrid raised the giant knocker and let it fall, giving off a hollow bang. The doors opened and Hagrid said, "all students accounted for Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall nodded and took them into a small room that Harry recognized as off the Great Hall. Hermione and Neville stood talking about what they thought could be the test that separated people into houses. Harry squatted down and drew claming breaths to keep form being worried. Soon enough for Harry, Professor McGonagall led them into the Great Hall and place a hat on a stool. A tear opened in the brim and it said/sang:

Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

The hall clapped and Harry had a small smile on his face. After bowing to each of the houses, the sorting got under way. Harry was listening for his name, and after awhile he heard, "Granger, Hermione." Looking in shock, he watched as Hermione went up to be sorted. Harry knew that the names went in order, so why was Hermione going first?

Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor as was Neville. When "Potter, Harry" was called, many craned their necks to see him. While Harry was well aware that Harry Potter was his birth name, he refused to acknowledge that he was anyone other than Harry Evans. After a short while, in which most of the teachers showed confusion as to why no one responded, they continued to the next name.

Ron was also sorted into Gryffindor, and finally it was Harry standing alone with a very confused staff. Professor Dumbledore seemed surprised and said, "may I ask what your name is child?"

Harry looked calmly as he could and said, "Harry Evans sir." Understanding flashed across Dumbledore's face and he gestured for Harry to take his turn.

As the hat fell over his eyes, he heard, "very organized mind you have there young one."

"Thank you," he replied in kind. Harry could feel the hat sorting through his memories, and was suddenly grateful that the excess memories were gone. Finally the hat said, "you would do well in every house. Plenty of courage. . . not a bad mind. . . talent. . . and a nice thirst to prove yourself."

Before it could make a suggestion, Harry asked, "could you put me in Gryffindor?"

If the hat could have smiled, Harry was pretty sure it would have. "As you wish, Gryffindor." The last was said to the rest of the hall. Harry quickly got up and placed the hat back on the stool. Afterwards he joined Hermione at the Gryffindor table. A lot of people gave him an odd look, but Dumbledore started the feast and it was soon ignored.

Most people were discussing where they came from, but Harry decided to remain silent. He learned a lot during the meal. Gryffindor house was one in which heritage was not the most important thing and that Slytherin tended to have more people that leaned towards the dark arts. Harry thought it odd that no one paid attention to the fact the sorting hat said that they would use any means to achieve their ends, they were the cunning.

The meal ended soon enough, as Harry had dodged questions about his heritage, and Dumbledore gave a few announcements. "Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that magic is not to be used in the halls between classes. Also the Forbidden Forest is forbidden, some of our older students would do well to remember that." He glanced at a pair of red heads who smiled back. "And finally, the third floor corridor on the right side is off limits to any who do not wish to die a very painful death."

A few people laughed at this, Harry was not one of them. Harry remembered something about the third floor, something about a three-headed dog. He would have to search the memories to find out what. Hermione and Harry walked with the rest of the house and soon arrived at the entrance to Gryffindor tower. After saying goodnight to Hermione, Harry walked to his dorm room and waited for his dorm mates to fall asleep. Unfortunately, Harry's exhaustion caught up with him and he fell into a deep sleep.


A/n: 2027words. Reedited. Many thanks to all who reviewed. A lot of people have a problem with the attack by Dudley, so I think I should clarify some things.

Dudley is simply imitating his father. His father will play a part later.