I checked my bank account and saw that I had millions of dollars from all of my sales of Harry Potter... Then I woke up and realized that I don't actually own Harry Potter.

Chapter 2

Prologue June 23, 1987

The pain. The pain is terrible. I cannot stand it. It hurts so bad. Why do they do this to me? What did I do wrong? My back. My arm. My leg. My throat. My eye. Why did they hurt those so bad? I feel so tired, but I feel like I won't wake up if I go to sleep. Wait… I can hear voices. I can barely make them out.

"...you did Vernon?!"

"QUIET! Alright here's what's going to happen…"

"...What happens if they find out?"

"We'll say he ran away. Now let's take Dudley to his party and when we get back we'll get rid of the evidence."

"And-and evidence, you mean hi-his body?"

"IT'S body Petunia."

The voices go away, I'm alone again. I'm afraid of what's going to happen to me… No not to me… Yeah. Yeah this isn't happening to me. This… This is happening to someone else… Juno. It's happening to Juno…

Chapter 2 September 1, 1991

Minerva Mcgonagall was annoyed. She had her schedule for the evening all worked out. Take care of the new first years, enjoy the feast, finish the last of the curriculum for the 6th year students, then finish the night reading that book series that a muggleborn student had left for her, The Return of the King. But NOOO. Her night had to be ruined by not one, not two, but THREE new students. Because of this hour or so distraction, She'll have to scramble a little to complete her curriculum for tomorrow. NO, Minerva was not happy and she was going to get answers for this distraction one way or another.

Hermione Granger was confused, and she does not like to be confused. With her birthday falling on September 19, she missed the cutoff for last year, but because all students receive there letter on their birthday, she has known about magic for almost an entire year… minus 18 days. So she thought she would be ahead of her classes when she entered school, but on the train ride here, she stopped to help a fellow first year find his toad. And that's when her day went downhill. The first three compartments she visited were full of older students who barely paid attention to her. Then, the next one was full of students in green robes who just sneered at her. Finally she found a compartment full of other first years. They even had the toad she was looking for. So she stayed to chat with them and they were a group of the weirdest people she had ever met.

One wore a mask that covered his face and when I asked him why he wore it, he said he was horribly disfigured. Another one was seemed to carve a wooden figurine and every once in a while take a close look to make sure had it right. The third was a quiet girl who didn't say a single word during the trip and just stared outside the window. The final one seemed to make it a goal to goad the first ones. None of them seemed to effect him, until he started to slowly say free-time which didn't make sense why he tensed up when he did. Then a redheaded kid came in and started being very obnoxious talking very loud and fast. And when he asked what my parents did, he called it useless now, just because I'm a 'witch'. I left after that to go change and grab my trunk that I had forgotten about. Then when I finally got to the sorting, the one who wore the mask and the one goading him starting fighting with actual weapons, WHICH I AM SURE IS AGAINST THE RULES SOMEWHERE! And the mask one wasn't wearing his mask anymore and he looked absolutely fine! Now he is sitting next to me, not even sorted yet, and bleeding from a gunshot in his shoulder. I am so mad, but I am so confused. I don't know what to do.

Ron Weasley was scared. He was scared of the kid with the knifes because he dangled him out the window of the train. He thought he might have found some people he could have as friends, except that one bossy girl. He had no idea what he said to make her leave, but when she did, the kid with the knifes turned to him and insulted his dad! Ron couldn't stand for that and tried to stand up for himself, so he did what he thought would show them who was boss: he took off the kid's mask and threw it out the window. Next thing he knew, he was hanging upside down by his ankle outside the compartment, off the moving train! He was so terrified he black out and then he came to in the compartment again as if nothing had happened. Till, the now mask-less kid turned to him and said "Now you better apologize to that girl when you see her next. Else I heard that the Astronomy tower is quite tall… and the wind might make me lose my grip." Ron scurried out of the compartment, hoping he wasn't in the same house as him. Now the sorting and feast was being held up because of the kid and Ron did not like it one bit. Most of all, he was hungry.

Severus Snape was intrigued by this latest quandary. Here was the son of his most hated adversary, saying that he changed his name. He could not believe that the brat was actually saying anything truthful, him being a potter and all. He even looks like a young James, except those eyes. They reminded him too painfully of the loss of his friend. How he missed her so much. He would give anything just to see her one last time and apologize. He would even be nice to James' spawn if it would allow him one glimpse.

Draco Malfoy was furious. This was suppose to be his big start to become the prince of Slytherin. Only Slytherins knew what that was because they never would share this information with any of those lesser houses. In Slytherin, the prince had all the say and power. No one question the prince unless you thought you were strong enough to best the prince. If not, well the outcast usually doesn't last that long after. Now… Now all of his plans were ruined. He was going to either convince Harry Potter to join him as a minion, using the fame and power the name gave him as leverage to become the prince, or become his rival if he went to any of the lesser houses and defeat him to use that to win him favors.

All his plans went downhill when he went searching the train for Harry Potter. He thought he might have found him in a compartment with three others, wearing a mask was a very Slytherin idea to hide his identity. So he entered saying what his father told him to say. "I heard Harry Potter was in this compartment. Are you him?" Ignoring the obvious lesser people in here. Then they had the audacity to look at each other, and as if rehearsed, all four stuck out a hand and three voices said, "Hi, I'm Harry Potter. How are you?" He could feel my face redden in embarrassment and took Crabbe and Goyle with me to look for the real Potter. he did see a bushy hair girl who was obviously a muggleborn opening a door to a compartment full of Slytherins, so that at least felt good to watch her get showed her place. Now in a very Slytherin move at the sorting, two of the four people fought and showed how good they were with weapons. Draco was furious and needed to write his father on advice on what to do now.

Albus Dumbledore was, for the first time in many years, at a loss for words. Here in front of him was a person who looked exactly like James Potter with Lily's eyes, and they say they are not Harry Potter. I am inclined slightly to believe him after I saw what happened… that day. I had taken Minerva's advice about them being the worst kind of muggles and decided that once every three months to check on Harry. The first visit was a disaster, finding him locked in the cupboard under the stairs, screaming his head off. The Dursleys that day had to not deal with the headmaster of Hogwarts, but me as the vanquisher of my old friend Gellert. It seemed to work for the most part. The Durslys were still a little scared of me, but seemed to be treating Harry better. Then I was appointed as Supreme Mugwump in 1985 and it took quite a bit more of my time to care for all three of my jobs. So I decided to place a plant to watch the Dursleys and Harry. Arabella Figg had volunteered for the job and had gone well for two years.

Then one day in June, Arabella Flooed me screaming for help, saying the Dursleys house was on fire. Heart sinking I check on one of my things to help keep an eye on Harry's location while connected to the blood wards, And my worst fears were founded. It said he was still in the house. I raced to see if I could save him, but when I got there, the house was cinders. I went back to my office and wept for the loss of a life so young. I had waited for this day in both dread and hope, because one founder relic that all deputy headmasters and headmasters that had was a book that listed all students, past, present, and up to ten years, future. And the book had not crossed out Harry Potter's name like it would normally do if he was dead. I did not know if it was just losing power from age or if he was still alive till today, When this child that is in front of me says that Harry is dead when he looks like Harry. I am just at a loss for words. So I decided to ask the only thing I could.

" Can one of you three explain to me what is going on?"