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"Harry," Dumbledore sat behind his desk. Harry almost smiled at the familiarity of the seen. Inwardly he grimaced at this statement. Familiar, yes, and yet it usually meant bad news. Damn, and he was missing the sorting to hear it too.
"I'm afraid I've got something to tell you," the headmaster continued.
"What? Is there another prophecy that says not only have I got to defeat the dark lord but I've got to stop global warming and pollution too?" Harry snapped before he could stop himself. "Or maybe you've come to tell me ahead of time who's going to die this year so I can steer clear of him or her cause it would have been nice to have been forewarned the last two years, headmaster." The dim twinkle in Dumbledore's eye seemed to grow dimmer at Harry's statement.
"Well," Dumbledore said heavily. "No one is going to die this year if I can help it. But you aren't going to be here this year, my boy."
"Why not?" Harry demanded, panicking. "You aren't going to send me back to the Dursely's, are you?"
"No, no, don't worry about it," the headmaster assured him. "And you'll still get your schooling."
"Then where am I going?" Harry asked, curious.
"Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "It isn't a question of where you're going, the question for you would be is when you're going."
"Then when am I going?" Harry asked, wary of what the answer would be.
"1978," the headmaster replied, holding out a piece of parchment. "Here, take this and be sure to give it to me."
"Um," Harry started to say but the room began to spin. Harry gasped and closed his eyes. When the feeling passed Harry reopened his eyes but nothing had changed. Dumbledore was sitting exactly where had had been a moment ago.
"Here you go, sir," Harry said, holding out the paper. Dumbledore excepted it from him gravely, looking it over immediately.
"Well, it seems I don't have to ask you who you are then," Dumbledore said. "Mr. Potter, but I'm afraid you'll have to be sorted now and you'll need a new identity, at least a new last name."
"Why?" Harry asked blankly.
"Because," Dumbledore said patiently. "I'm not sure you understand this, but you've been sent back in time. The year is 1978 and James Potter and Lily Evans along with all their friends still go here. You can't very well go around spouting off to everyone that you're there son, especially since your not."
"I'm…not?" Harry said confusedly. "Then exactly whose son am I supposed to be?"
"That's what you're here to find out," Dumbledore said, pointing at the note. "It told me so. Apparently I have to give you this clue: Lily is your mother but your father is not James, he is, however, someone you already know."
"Is that it?" Harry said, disgruntled. "That's not much to go by you know."
"I'm sorry, but I can't do any better," Dumbledore looked apologetic. "Now, about your new identity, any ideas?"
"Rath Granger," Harry suggested. "I've lived in America my whole life, but my parents died last year in a…potions accident and I came here to live with my, er,"
"Godfather?" said a familiar voice. Harry looked behind himself and gasped.
"Sirius! B-but you're dead," Harry backed up into the desk. He whirled around to look at Dumbledore. "Is this some kind of trick! It's not funny!" A single tear slid down his cheek. Sirius walked over and hugged him.
"It's not a trick, Harry," Sirius comforted. "I'm real. The veil apparently sent me back to this year."
"The veil doesn't act without reason," Dumbledore said wisely. "I believe he was sent back to help you, Harry."
"I'm afraid," Sirius said. "That I don't remember too much from this year, sorry. I don't know how much help I can be."
"Perhaps there's something you weren't supposed to remember," Harry suggested.
"Makes sense," Dumbledore said. "Probably your visit, Harry. Anyway, Sirius had kindly decided to take the position of DADA teacher, under the alias Thatz Turner." A twinkle came into the headmaster's eye. "I do hope that this year will be most eventful. Now, I'll need to have you sorted now, Harry, excuse me, Rath." Dumbledore got up and took something from on top of the cabinet.
"The sorting has already taken place?" Harry said, amazed. Dumbledore nodded.
"School starts a day sooner here then in your time so the students have already had their first day of classes."
"Shit," Harry cursed. "I'm already behind."
"Not to worry," Dumbledore said with a wave of his hand. He handed Harry the sorting hat. "Now just put it on and we'll go from there."
You're not supposed to be under here, the hat protested. You haven't been born yet!
Just sort me, please, Harry requested.
All right, but I don't like it…SLYTHERIN! Sirius gaped at him. Harry sighed.
"I thought that might happen," he mumbled. Dumbledore nodded.
"I'll take you down to your dormitory now," the headmaster said, turning to head down the stairs.
"Sorry, Sirius," Harry said before going after Dumbledore.
"S'okay," Sirius said weakly. "I'll live…I think."
"The password is Dragon Knights, the sixth years picked it this year," Dumbledore said with a shrug. "Good-bye Rath."
"Sure," Harry said. "Thanks." The headmaster had already disappeared. Harry turned to the portrait of who he could only assume was Slytherin himself.
"Dragon Knights," he said, sounding a bit unsure. The portrait scowled at him.
"If your to be in my house you'd better not be so wimpy all the time," Harry stared at the painting as it swung open.
"Thanks," he said sarcastically. "I'll remember that." As he stepped in the first thing he realized was that it hadn't changed much from the time he had gone in during his 2nd year, save for one, well really three, things.
Those things would be the teens sitting by the fire, reading what looked like comic books. Backward comic books. One of them looked up.
"Oi!" he called. Harry jumped, it was a sixteen year old Severus Snape. Odd. "You must be the new boy, come over here would ya?" The other two looked up.
"What's your name?" One of the blondes, the taller one, asked. "I'm Lucius Malfoy, this here's-"
"Severus Snape, resident potions genius and boyfriend to former idiot, who just decided to speak, shocking the general populous that he does in fact have the ability to do so," Severus introduced himself.
"And I'm Lykouleon, twin to said idiot and only straight one so far in Slytherin. Call me Leon. How do you do?" Harry stared at the three.
"Stop it," Severus whacked Lykouleon. "You're probably going to give the poor thing a heart attack. He's exaggerating you know, he just upset 'cause he hangs out with the only two gay ones in Slytherin and now the girls refuse to date him."
"Not that there are a lot of girls anyway," Lucius said. "Now, what'd you say your name was?"
"I didn't," Harry said. "Now I'm not sure if it's safe too. Rath Granger, nice to meet you, I think. Are you always so, er, straightforward?"
"No, I'm more gay-forward," Severus said with an exaggerated wink. Harry stared. The other two burst out in laughter. Severus looked sheepish.
"Sorry," he apologized. "I don't mean to freak you out."
"Um, no, you didn't," Harry tried to protest. He faltered under the three's disbelieving looks. "Well, you did. But that's not the point." Severus grinned.
"I like you," he told Harry. "I think you're going to fit in nicely around here."
"You're the first transfer student in over a hundred years," Leon informed him. "So where did you go to school before here? What's America like? Is your godfather really Professor Turner? You are a sixth year right? What happened to your parents? They wouldn't tell us yesterday at dinner, you know." Lucius hit his brother on the head.
"Stop it," he scolded. "Let him answer before you bite his head off." Leon smiled and Harry noticed to rather pointy teeth in his mouth.
"I could too," Leon said. Harry gulped.
"Don't worry, he's a friendly vampire," Severus assured Harry.
"So there's a vampire in Slytherin and a werewolf in Gryffindor," Harry remarked without thinking. "Do guys call yourselves something, the Marauders are in Gryffindors, so…" he noticed them staring at them.
"Damn," he said.
"You're not a transfer student, are you," Severus said. Harry pointed to the comic books.
"And you three aren't into the whole pureblood mania, so what happens to you guys later. At least you two," Harry said point to Lucius and Severus. "I've never met you." He said to Leon.
"Damn," Lucius said exactly like Harry.
"Definitely," Leon agreed.
"Your from the frickin' future!" Severus said.
"You shouldn't tell us anything then," Leon said sensibly. "We shouldn't change the future, who knows what could happen."
"I might not be born, Voldemort would never be defeated, countless innocents who die, nothing bad," Harry said with a shrug.
"Wow," Severus said. "Now I really have to know your life's story."
"But I can't tell you," Harry said, suddenly worried. "In fact, I shouldn't even have told you that I was from the future. God, I am so going to be in trouble!"
"With who?" Lucius asked, a wicked gleam in his eye. "We're not going to tell anyone. Are we guys?"
"Nope," Severus and Leon chorused.
"You know," Harry said. "This is really strange, but I feel like I can trust you, even more so than my best friends back in my real time."
"You can trust us, Rath," Severus said seriously. Lucius and Leon nodded in agreement. "We may have just met, but you don't know how long your going to be here, do you?" Harry shook his head. "Good. Then we have all lots of time to get to know each other, don't we?"
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