A/N: I AM ON A ROLL! I finally got to pick up this story again, and I haven't stopped for at least 24 hours! So much coffee! So many ideas! I can't stop!


Harry's POV

I sighed as I laid down in my bed. I was still thinking about Lily. It's been almost two months since I told her I couldn't see her anymore, and I never regretted anything more.

'She must have hurt so much because of me,' I thought as I thought back to the summer.

"What was Japan like?" I asked as we sat at the café. We've been going here everyday since that first time. She always got so animated when she got espresso into her system. It was really quite cute.

Her long black hair was pulled into a long ponytail that just left her bangs swooping over her brown eyes. "How you'd suspect. Lots of people, lots of shops, and lots of crazies! My mom felt so scared, she set me up for karate and kendo classes!"

"What's kendo?" I asked.

"Oh! It's Japanese sword fighting. There are competitions and so on. It's really cool! It helped me blow off some steam a lot. I also learned how to play guitar. My mom…"

"You miss her a lot don't you?"

"Of course. Have you ever been in a position where you were sure where someone you loved was, but you couldn't do anything to help them? That you weren't strong enough to set them free?"

I honestly didn't really know what it was like. I had managed to save Sirius and my friends. I couldn't help my mom because I was just a baby. Cedric's death was so quick; I never saw it coming.

Sometimes I wished I understood how she felt. "If I could take some of that pain off your shoulders and put it on mine, I would," I said as I reached over and grabbed her hand, "No one as amazing as you should have this much to live through."

"H-Harrison?" she asked. I didn't even know that I was moving closer to her. I didn't even realize how close we were.

"I-I guess you should be heading home. I'm sure your dad is worried about you," I said pulling back from her and leaning my seat on its hind legs. I looked every bit the bad boy I was trying to portray… except for the bright blush painting my cheeks.

"You're probably right," she said as if nothing had almost happened. She hugged me tightly around the shoulders before taking her leave.

"A lady always knows when to leave," I whispered into the silent café.

"Come on Harrison!" I heard someone call me, "You've got to wake up so we can get to breakfast." I opened my eyes to see Neville standing over me with a smirk on his lips.

I had told him on the train ride that I no longer trusted Ron or Hermione and that I preferred to be called Harrison Evans from here on out. Neville understood and stood by me.

I got up out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I quickly showered and got dressed. When I came out, I was wearing an… altered version of the school uniform. I wasn't wearing my cloak, my button up was fully open with only a grey undershirt underneath it. Neither of which were tucked into my black skinny jeans. I also wore black combat boots and an earring similar to Bill Weasley's hanging from my ear.

"Bloody Hell Harry!" I heard Ron yell as he got a look at me, "What happened to ya?"

I glared at him with the famous "Evans Glare" before walking away without a word. I had my bag flung over my shoulder as Neville and I walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

My red hair was spiked in the front as to keep it out of my face and flat in the back. Neville smiled and looked me over one last time before we entered the Hall, "Can you make me over too?"

"Over Christmas break. I plan on inviting a few people over for the Holiday."

"Harry, my boy," I heard the familiar voice of the Headmaster behind me, "There are a few special people who want to speak with you in my office."

"Who are these people, sir?" I asked.

"Your godfathers," he replied. Ever since Sirius was founded innocent, he's been writing me more often. Thing was though, I couldn't tell if his alliance was with me or Dumbledore, so I haven't answered any of the letters he sent me over the summer.

"Want me to come with you Harry?" Neville asked with a raised eyebrow. Neville must have put two and two together to figure out that if I didn't trust Ron and Hermione, that I wouldn't trust Dumbledore either.

"Would you mind Headmaster?" I asked the old man. I knew that grandfatherly façade was all fake, and that the twinkling in his eyes were his schemes being planned. I wasn't as gullible and innocent as he wished I was.

"Why not have Ronald or Hermione come with you?" he asked.

"Neville is here now," I said patting him on the back and giving him a wink, "Plus, he's my Sirius."

Dumbledore sighed (because his plans to get me close to Ron again failed) and nodded his head. We walked behind him, both of us with our hands by our wands if anything got messy.

"PUP!" Sirius cried as he threw himself into my arms. It was almost like he was one of those "Anime" characters I saw on TV once. "I missed you! Where have you been?"

I noticed that we were not alone, but Remus, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie were there looking at me with shocked faces.

"What did you do to your hair?" Remus asked.

Sirius took a step back and looked at me. I had a feeling he was going to throw a tantrum until Fred and George stepped in. "He wants to look just like his idols!" George started.

"That's right Feorge. He wants to look just like us!" Fred said.

"We're so proud!" They said dramatically at the same time.

"You look just like your mum with your hair like that," Remus said with a soft smile.

I smiled back at him and hugged the man. I was smiling for two reasons. I had gotten to see my family, and I had known Dumbledore would call me up here. I had prepared a little letter, which I slid into Remus's coat pocket.

"Don't open that until you get somewhere away from Dumbledore and Molly," I whispered. It was low enough that only Sirius and Remus could hear with their dog like hearing.

They didn't act out of the ordinary after this, and I was incredibly happy. The conversation moved from where I had been to what I had done to myself. The only thing Sirius was really upset with was my hair.

"The last piece of James! How did you manage to tame it? Why did you dye it? It looked fine before!"

"Listen guys," I said smiling, "I love you guys, but Neville and I need to get to potions, or Snape will skin us both."

"Do not worry about it Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said with that fake smile plastered on his face.

"My name is Harrison Evans. If you had checked your records beforehand, I wouldn't have to explain it again. Now good day Headmaster. Come on Frank."

"Oh! You mean me!" Neville, or Frank as I decided to call him.

"Rule number one of being badass Frank, is to have a bad ass name. Frank is your middle name," I said as I walked out of the room. When the door shut behind us I smiled, "It's also a tribute. Though your parents may not have lost their lives, they lost something far more valuable." I left it open and I think that Frank was happy about it, "Tomorrow you can borrow some of my clothes. A look to match your new name."

Frank nodded as we made our way down to the dungeons for potions class. I gave Frank instructions as we moved. "Walk like a Slytherin, and pretend you are one." "Confidence should be rolling off of you in waves. Never let them see the truth."

"Except for me," I heard a dreamy voice say from behind me as we got to the dungeon stairs.