"Henry?" sounded a voice from across the room.
"Hm, someone calling for me?" the visitor asked.
"No. I think that's Ron, talking in his sleep again," Harry shook his head knowingly. "Come on, let me introduce you to the other guys!"
"Thanks, Harry. I heard there's another Henry here? I'd like to meet him first," the real Henry grinned mischievously.
"Sure. He's a great guy," Harry smiled, walking in the direction of 'Henry's' bed.
"I'm sure he is."
"Wake up Henry! Wake up!" Harry leaned over the sleeping form, shaking his shoulders gently.
'Henry's' eyes parted slightly, taking in the surroundings. And the 'new student'..
"AAAUUUUUGGHHHHHH!"
-Potions-
"Transfer student?" Snape sneered, peering over the piece of parchment Henry had just handed him.
"Yup," Henry chirped. "I'm in Gryffindor."
"I know," Snape snapped, while maintaining the twisted sneer on his face. "Go sit next to Potter."
"Sir, I think you should stop sneering like that. Your face might freeze into a sneer forever!" Henry laughed as he ran to his seat.
"Hey Harry!" Henry smiled. He turned his head, "Hey Henry."
'Henry' looked at Henry strangely and hid his face under a book.
"I don't know what's up with him today," Ron said, pulling out his potions ingredients. "He's not usually like this. He's usually pretty friendly. Talks a lot."
"I know," Henry said mysteriously.
-Gryffindor Commonroom-
'Something weird is going on between Henry and Henry," Ron thought as he trudged back to the commonroom. "I wonder what? Coffeepudding," he said absentmindedly. The portrait of the fat lady swung open, and two angry voices floated out into the hall.
"What are you doing here?" 'Henry' yelled.
"What do you mean what am I doing here?" Henry yelled back.
"You ran away! I'm Henry now! Please.. go away. I like it here."
Ron froze. What was this?
Silence. "Why did you come back?" It was the old Henry.
"Mom and dad found me. I promised them I would come. I mean a magic school! Why would I not come? I'm supposed to be here. You're not. Go home, Hermoine." It was the new Henry.
'Hermoine? Who's that?' Ron didn't notice that the fat lady's face had twisted into a frown. The portrait swung closed, cutting off the rest of the coversation.
"What's that for?" Ron cried.
"Either get in or stay out!" the fat lady harrumphed.