Harry James Potter-Lupin-Black, seventeen years of age, stepped off the Hogwarts express. A lot had changed within the last four years. Revenge was the name of this game.
In order to stay out of the Potter's path, Siri and Remy had sent him to the Salem Academy in America, then onto Beuxbatons when he had learnt all he could from the laid-back Americans. It was the best thing they did for him. Harry adored the school and the other pupils adored him. The Delacour girls had even made sure Harry would owl them on a regular basis, or else, and frankly, the Delacour girls were the only people in the world he was scared of, and not just because of their veela abilities.
Harry had also changed physically. Gone was the short little wimp. After all the protein and fat Siri, Remy and the Delacours shoved down his throat and the strenuous training session Professor Kableu made him do with a Master in weaponry and war, he had become a tall, muscular man. Yet, to those he cared about with a passion, he was just a softie with a golden heart and mind. His wandless ability had also increased. However, he still had a wand because as they figured out, that if someone was to complete a ritual under the New Moon with the blood of a werewolf, his ability could shut down on the next full moon, no one wanted him unprepared in case that happened. Just don't even ask what happened there…
But now, Harry was back in England to fuck up the Potters' perfect little world. Especially upon the return of Voldermort. Harry remembered oh too well what happened the night Voldermort came, and Siri had simply confirmed it during legitimacy. It was his destiny and he intended to fulfil it quickly and efficiently before too many innocents got hurt.
Harry stood with the first years, as he got ready to be sorted. He saw Siri at the Head Table as the COMC teacher and he sensed Remy was there under the Invisibility cloak, well out of Dumbledore's range. He also saw his parents staring adoringly at his little brother Tomas. Soon Alexandria Zamiria was sorted into Hufflepuff and Dumbledore announced
"Students, this year is slightly different to former years, this year we have an exchange student from Beuxbatons School. I am afraid I do not know his name as he wished to remain confidential until now," Professor Mc Gonnagal looked on her list and said without thinking
"Potter-Lupin-Black, Harry" gasps were heard all around the room as Lily and James' vision suddenly stuck on Harry. Harry gave them a cold look and sat on the stool as Mac Gonnagal placed the hat upon his head.
"Well, Mr Potter, I did wonder when I would be seeing you. Well then lets see. Well, you have the bravery of Gryffindor certainly, otherwise you wouldn't have returned. But you also have Slytherin's cunning, for not giving your name to Dumbledore, yet the heart of a Hufflepuff, to those who deserve it, and the mind of a Ravenclaw. My, I have never had to place such a hard student, yet you also have no care as to what house you are placed in. I think I know just the place… MERLIN HOUSE OF TRUTH!" The people whose mouths were not already open sprung in that position. Dumbledore was well and truly shocked. It was rumoured that the founders had another house if someone fit all four houses perfectly, yet no one had ever been placed there. Harry got up and sat at a purple table that had just appeared in the middle of all the houses. He got back his twinkly smile and stood to make his speech.
"Well then pupils, this is history indeed as it was rumoured that the founders created a house for those who were suited perfectly to all four houses. Mr Harry Potter, congrats my boy. Now for all, remember, the Forbidden Forest is indeed Forbidden. Also ALL products of WWW are now banned. Please see Mr. Filch if you want the full 5,067 items list. Thank you and now lets eat, then off to bed with you all, Mr H Potter stay behind after so we may find out the correct accommodation."
Harry smirked as the 16-year-old Boy-Who-Lived Tommy glared at him from Gryffindor table.