AN: I contemplated this very much. One reviewer said I should go right before Harry's born and friends agreed with that. But I think Harry going back to his parents school year would be fun. So here's what I'll do: I'll do both! Hehe.
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Professor McGonagall rounded the corner to the Headmaster's office when he saw a young boy talking to the statue. She caught the last of the conversation.
"Why won't you let me in?"
"Because you don't have the password."
"But this is important! I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore!"
"Yes, it may be, but I can't let you in without the password."
"Sugar quills. Lemon drop. Licorice straws. Chocolate frogs."
The gargoyle stayed still. She decided now was as good as of any to help this young boy.
"May I assist you?" she asked. The boy turned to her and yelped. "Oh, Mr. Potter. I didn't know you would be here this early. Pumpkin Pasties."
"Thank you, professor."
Once at the door, she asked if he could stay behind. "I need a word alone with Professor Dumbledore."
She and Dumbledore finished their talk, she forgetting about Harry outside the door.
"Oh, and Professor Dumbledore?"
"Yes, Minerva?"
"Our young Mr. Potter is here and would like a word."
"Sure. Come on in, James."
AN: I could end it here, but I guess I won't be mean. Next time you won't be so lucky.
"James?" asked Professor McGonagall, "are you alright?"
He walked in. "James! How nice to see you. I thought you were spending the summer at Potter Manor."
".."
"James?" they prodded. Harry just shook his head. "Then who are you? You surely look like him."
".."
"Where are you from? Around here?"
Harry shook his head no, saying, "I don't think so."
"And what does that mean?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, causing his shirt collar, and being too large, it fell off his shoulder and revealed a very skinny shoulder with quite a huge bruise upon it. He hastily brought it back up and looked at the ground.
Professor McGonagall just looked at Albus and, without even saying anything aloud, thought, 'what has this boy been through?'
"Alright. If you'll just follow me," Albus started.
Harry just shook his head, bring his legs up on the chair and hugging them tight. He mumbled a 'not going' and just got a look from his transfiguration teacher that said, "you do what he says or else."
He got up, dejectedly, still looking at the ground.
"Now, now, Minerva. We don't want to go scaring him off, now do we?" he asked, looking at Harry. He quickly shook his head, earning a short laugh from the Headmaster.
"Now, Mr.."
"Potter," was barley audible.
"But I thought you said you weren't James."
"Not James. Still can be Potter." He half said.
"I think that means," said Dumbledore at the confused look on his colleagues face, "that he is not James, but that he can still be a Potter. Am I right?" Harry shook his head, but at a slower pace.
"Can you then tell us who you are?"
"Not now."
"Why not."
"You'd think crazy. Too much. Too much."
"We wouldn't think you're crazy," said Dumbledore.
"Too much what?" asked McGonagall.
"Crazy, yes. Too much. Too much." Now they noticed that Harry was shaking.
"My dear, Albus. We need to get him down to Poppy!"
Harry just started to back away. "Not gonna go. Not gonna go!"
"It's ok, Mr. Potter. We won't make you go."
"Not gonna go, not gonna go!" He kept backing up until he reached his seat. He crawled up and wrapped his arms around his legs. He rocked back and forth, tears now streaming down his face. His two professor's were now officially scared. They had no answers to a few main questions: who is he, why does he look like James, and what caused this and why. Soon enough Harry fell into some long needed sleep, even though it wasn't dreamless.
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AN: another shorter chapter. I think that I'm going to hold of updating tomorrow and put the two together so it can be longer. I don't know. Well, there you go! Read and review! Response to reviews in next chapter! I hope you enjoy! Beaucoup d'amour! Niahiem 3