I once was accosted by a sewer clown that offered me the rights to Harry Potter, then it bit the arm I was reaching in with off. Now I still don't own Harry Potter and am all right.

Chapter 4

Prologue February 26, 1988

Clang!

The sword falls out of my hands after being struck, the point of my opponents blade pressed against my neck.

"You lose again. You know what that means."

Frustrated, I pick my sword back up and start to swing it overhead.

"I still don't get why I do this." I grumble.

"It's to get the blade as an extension of you body. You need to get used to the weight and length of the blade in order to use it properly. It's why you always lose against me whenever you challenge me."

"I don't need this. I already proved myself when I saved the others!"

"That was dumb luck! You could have gotten yourself killed with that stupid stunt, or worse, blown this whole island up! Why I took you as an apprentice, I have no idea. I should have let Death have you."

Before I could reply to this, a soldier opens the door. "Lord War, your presence is required."

I move to go put my sword away, but got stopped by my teacher.

"Finish your exercises. Remember, one thousand overhead swings, one thousand sideways swipes, one thousand diagonal left swipes, and one thousand diagonal right swipes. And trust me, I'll know if you didn't do them. You remember what happened last time." I shudder as he gives me that shark like smile.

As he exits the room I reply. "I will… Lord War."

Chapter 4 September 1, 1991

"Yes we are Harry Potter, and the tale for us is a sad and long story. It begins like this." Juno says holding his hand up as if in a play and being dramatic. But pauses and turns his wrist around to look at his watch.

"Never mind, it is getting fairly late and we still have to finish the sorting and enjoy the feast. So I will save the story for tomorrow."

Thud! Thud! Thud! Could be heard as Marcus bang his head against the table from his brother's antics.

And so after waking Jeremy up, the sorting got finished with Jeremy going to the friendly and hardworking Hufflepuffs, Juno going to the brave and daring Gryffindoors, Marcus going to the sly and cunning Slytherins, and Brenda going to the studious and intelligent Ravenclaws. The rest of the student body went to where they felt most comfortable, with the exception of Ron Weasley, who headed nervously to Gryffindoor, next to the kid who scared him.

One quick look at Juno, and Ron basically ran to the spot next to the bushy haired girl.

"I'm sorry for what I said that made you angry at me. I didn't mean it."

Looking at Ron annoyed, Hermione said, "Do you even know what you said to me that was rude?"

Looking sheepish, Ron shook his head no. At this Juno stepped in before Hermione could explode on the poor kid.

"Ronald, may I call you Ronald? So Ronald, you said her parents' job was worthless to her now because she was a witch. Though there are spells and potions and such to keep your teeth healthy, in my opinion that it is always to have someone checked to make sure they are good."

"Well why didn't you say this before?! Also don't call me Ronald!"

"Very well Mr. Mcdonald." A few muggleborn chuckle at hearing this. "Earlier I was trying to make the comparison of what your dad does at the ministry to what they did, but you took it as an insult and threw my favorite mask out the train window. And speaking of which, I do apologize for what I did after that. I will not do that to you again. Hopefully… maybe… probably one more time if you annoy me."

Having missed Dumbledore's opening words to the feast, Ron just sat down and began eating while Hermione began questioning Juno.

"What happened on the train? Why did you say you were horribly disfigured when I asked about the mask? Why were you wearing the mask? What happened to the mask? Why didn't you tell me you were Harry Potter? Wh-"

Clap! Startling her, Hermione paused her questioning when a pair of hands were clapped right in her face.

"Done? Good. So starting from the top: Mr. Mcdonald here threw my mask out the window of the train, So I hung him outside the train by his legs in retaliation. I said I was horribly disfigure because I didn't want to get bombarded by statements saying I looked like Harry Potter, am I Harry Potter, etcetera etcetera. Why I wore the mask, same reason. I already said what happened to the mask. And why I didn't tell you I was Harry Potter is because I'm not. Does that satisfy you?"

Frustrated with this infuriating boy, Hermione smirked at the idea of getting him in trouble.

"Isn't it against school rules to carry weapons and fight each other?"

"Ah, very astute thinking, but two things to that. The first is that the fighting rule doesn't take into affect until both people are students, and you aren't a students until you are sorted. And the second thing is that students are allowed to carry one weapon and a wand on them at all times. That rule has kinda faded out of use in the last few years."

"But you were carrying fifteen different blades on you!"

Looking at her in surprise, Juno nods in satisfaction. "Very good observation skills. Most people miss the blades I carry near my ankles and my upper forearms."

Turning red from the compliment, Hermione stutters out, "We-well I just noticed how oddly shape your legs were and you took off one of the upper arm blades when you took care of your wound. Though I don't think many people noticed that one."

"They wouldn't unless they were paying attention. It has an enchantment that prevents those who don't know what to look for from noticing it. Not useful when getting searched, but useful to take an unaware opponent."

"But still isn't that against the school rules having all those?"

"As soon as I was sorted, I activated a rune set that transported all but the blade on my back to my trunk up in my room now. Also, reach over me to grab something again and I'll stab that hand of yours." Juno said as Ron was doing just that. He hesitated as Juno looked to be readying to stab him with his fork.

A few minutes later, with the feast over, Dumbledore stood up to make a speech.

"Ahem - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Upon saying this, Dumbledore looked to two people who were most likely twins… either that or a cloning mishap.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.

"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

At this declaration a shout could be heard.

"Hey Marcus, wanna go exploring for a bit? I heard there is something for you on the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side for you?"

"Sure if you go in first. I'll be right behind you."

A couple of people chuckled, getting used to the antics of Juno.

"Now seeing as how late it is already, we shall forgo the school song for today. Have pleasant dreams everybody."

After this everyone went to their common rooms and then to bed with no problems, with three exceptions.

The first was Juno going to the twins that were pointed out from earlier asking them for some help. The second was Brenda having to have some help from professor Flitwick with the password to Ravenclaw, which made a few girls jealous at the special treatment. And the final one was a fight that had broken out in Slytherin between the current prince plus some of his minions (Slytherins didn't have 'friends'. They have minions and slaves.) and Marcus Fynn.

A/N: That's it for chapter four... Let me know what you liked about the story if you liked it, And if you hated it... tell me what you hated so that Juno can use your flames to keep himself warm at night.