A/N: Please Review and thanks to everyone that followed/favourited or read the last chapter. Harry's eyes are green in the book btw. :)
The scar on his forehead was a clear telltale sign that this was the legendary boy that had stopped the dark lord Voldemort from the wizarding world domination seven years from now. Of course he was not in any condition to go against evil at this moment due to his lack of experience with magic but there was a strange awe around him, a presence that Timothy felt only to be his upcoming achievements and greatness. With him was a red headed boy that unlike Harry, didn't seem all that special. His expression was of great annoyance at the raven haired Slytherin for getting in their way to the great hall. He seemed quite anxious however as he was constantly looking around, perhaps to find the entrance to the feast.
"Hello there. I'm Harry Potter and this is Ron. We aren't really sure where the sorting ceremony is? Well we know it's in the great hall but we lost track of the other first-years so is it ok if you give us directions please? We're terribly lost." asked Harry, his bright green eyes staring up at the raven-haired boy. While most people would be in shock or amazement at the name of the chosen one, Tim merely shrugged and abided pointing his way to the left. He then quickly pushed past them and ran quickly to Professor Trelawney to warn her where the location of Harry was. He ran extremely fast, so quick that his legs began to ache in pain. Ignoring it was difficult but he continued to do so and later arrived in the great hall. As of right now, it was empty and the cold, black sky that took the form of the ceiling illuminated this. Sybil was also there and she had already began talking to the sorting hat which laid resting on the headmasters seat. The hat was almost plain out of sight since the table obstructed Tim's view so for a moment it seemed as if she was talking to absolutely nothing until he eventually got closer and discovered the hat hiding from his sight.
"Listen we've come from a grave future. A war is coming and the only way to prevent it is to change the events of the past. I have foreseen all events and to stop this war, we must make sure Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are not put in Gryffindor. There's no time to explain. Broaden your mind and help us." spoke Trelawney in a tone of great despair. The hat moved slightly but it was difficult to tell whether it had acknowledged her or not. The risk of the hat not listening to her seemed to be great since he had given no response to her words.
"I can't tell whether the hat is listening to you or not but people are about to come in and if we are already here really early, it'll look super suspicious!" Tim said and Trelawney nodded and they quickly ran out the room. They exited the hall just as the Ravenclaw house was being led in by a burly looking prefect when they both spotted what seemed to be a confrontation near some stairs. They walked closer and hid behind a stone pillar in order to hear what was going on. One of the recipients seemed to be Harry Potter while the other was small blond haired boy. He was looking at Ron with great distain as if is his existence was a personal insult to himself.
"You don't want to make friends with the wrong sort." Tim made out from the blonde who gestured towards Ron with a distasteful grin. Timothy looked at Trelawney confused at what to do but she was staring deeply.
"We must make sure Harry sides with Draco. That way the sorting hat will have no but to place him in Slytherin!" Timothy shuddered at the name Draco as he recognised this name. Rumours spread about Draco Malfoy attempting to kill Dumbledore had existed at Hogwarts for years and while most people dismissed this as lies, the Slytherins seemed to take great pride in this often mentioning how useless of a headmaster Dumbledore was or how he favoured Gryffindor house over the rest.
"But how?" whispered Timothy utterly bewildered.
"You're the one learning all sorts of mystical magic! I only know the basic of spells." replied Trelawney looking exceptionally annoyed at him. She clearly had planned that all the deception, all the magic and possibly all the speech was to be performed by Tim while Trelawney barked orders at him from the sidelines. Tim snarled slightly and pulled out his wand, fastly speeding through all the spells in his head.
"Deprimo." he said slightly as he flourished his wand softly as to make noise and a large, powerful wind appeared blasting Ron sideways; in turn knocking him right into Draco. This caused almost a chain reaction of students falling over with Draco falling right onto Harry. If it weren't for the extremely important circumstance for doing this, Tim would have burst out laughing. Draco helped Harry off the floor by his hand and looked at Ron with pure irritation and hatred.
"You see Harry Potter? He just tried to fight me and he just hurt some innocents caught up in our conversations! What kind of friend does that?" Despite his tone being rather unconvincingly hurt (it didn't seem as if Draco was injured at all from the fall), Harry nodded with disappointment for Ron.
"I can't believe you just tried to fight him Ron. I don't care who it is, you don't try to hurt someone." he said quite sadly while Draco was maliciously grinning right behind him; no doubt he was taunting him.
"But I..." Ron spluttered rubbing his head which he banged on the side of the staircase but it seemed Harry was to furious to listen and walked off with Draco into the great hall. Tim grinned.
"That worked perfectly. I can see why the mystical phantoms have paired us both up for this important mission!" cheered Trelawney which made Tim blush but he quickly tried to hide it with his hands. He rarely got compliments as a Rasmus, his father was quite harsh and often criticized him for the most ludicrous of things such as not getting an O level on every subject for the mock exams which in turn, led to a wide variety of insults. Tim felt that Ancient Runes and History of Magic was so boring that he was never enticed to care about the goblin riots or whatever mundane subject Professor Binns (the ghost teacher) dragged out of his extremely massive textbook. Even the moving pictures of Goblins murdering innocent gnomes wasn't enough to get him engaged in the subject. While his mother seemed quite uncaring about his grades ("Don't worry son. I've already spent lots of money making sure you can't fail anything and you get the best grades in Defence against the Dark Arts which is all that matters!"), his father seemed less than pleased and commanded that he had to get an E or higher on all subjects or he would take him out of Hogwarts. Empty threat or not, it wasn't worth testing. He stayed up revising all night for three weeks straight and when he did achieve his father's absurd expectations, he merely nodded and went back to reading the Daily Prophet. Tim hated his father with a passion. His memories of this appeared to make him rather dazed as Trelawney glared at him with worry.
"Huh? Are you sensing spirits my dear?" she questioned but Tim shook his head.
"Oh sorry I was remembering something... bad. We'd better get to the great hall." he reminded her and they both entered it consequently. Timothy sat down at the far end of the Slytherin table in order to not attract any attention towards himself while Trelawney sat down at the teacher's table. The only spare seat was next to Hagrid and Professor Filtwick: The charms teacher.
"Have a good summer ey Sybil? I've been trying to 'unt down some flesh-eating slug repellent but there really rare these days" said Hagrid friendly as he took a giant sip of firewisky. His goblet of firewisky didn't really compare in size to any teacher as it was extremely huge.
"Unfortunately it wasn't every eventful Hagrid. Although I did make contact with some spirits with the dead. Like the famous Fat Friar from Hufflepuff. He invited me to his party but deathday parties are not really my thing.
"Oh yeah you don't want to go to one of them. The food's horrible." Hagrid replied and he did a quick laugh. Trelawney grinned back and witnessed Dumbledore getting up from the chair. It was time for the sorting.
"Welcome. Welcome. To a new year of Hogwarts... Sybil wasn't listening to the speech at all. She was too busy eyeing Harry who instead of being next to Ron like before, was now next to Draco and seemed to be engaging in a pleasant conversation. Her plan seemed to be working without any interruptions. She couldn't help but to vision all the students before her be happy and alive in the upcoming years with no threat of the dark lord or a war. She saw various familiar faces such as Lavender and Parvati Patil, her two very best students in the arts of Divination. A sense of delight and pride filled her as she watched the sorting begin. Various students were called first like Susan Bones but she dismissed them until it came to Hermione Granger. The hat was placed on her head but she didn't seem anxious or worried at all. Sybil leaned closer, attempting to make sure she could hear the result. Her eyes gleamed and her heart raced. Had she succeeded? Had the hat listen to her? Her doubts nearly consumed her until the hat shouted at:
"Ravenclaw!" the hat boomed and Hermione skipped over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down. Trelawney smiled. That was part of her plan succeeded. Now for Ron and Harry. She waited patiently as more students were called up. Then...
"Ronald Weasley."
Ron stumbled up to the hat and it was placed onto his head. Unlike Hermione, he seemed rather fearful. The wait was clearly killing him. The hat hummed for around 3 seconds and then shouted:
"Gryffindor!"
Trelawney gasped which accidentally attracted the attention of Hagrid who did a small smile and then turned back. This was bad. Why was Ron sorted into Gryffindor still? Hermione's house changed just as she knew it was but Ron's fate had defied her. She nervously bit her nails. She thought to herself that as long as the trio are seperated, the prophecy will still come true. She stared at the rest with utter contempt until Harry was called. The hat was placed on his head.
"Difficult. Very difficult!" said the Hat who appeared to be grinning. Trelawney noticed that Harry was not muttering "Not Slytherin" underneath his breath. There was a long pause of silence and many people in the hall were waiting anxiously for the hat's decision; none dared to turn away.
"I'm torn. I sense power. Great potential and skills far beyond the average. However I feel... No I must..." The hat looked as if it couldn't give an answer for a moment but it gave a long sigh and continued. "I feel as if you belong here Potter. You will do great things here but I believe this house will lead you to the best destiny. SLYTHERIN!"
It was all over. She had accomplished her objective but she felt a huge ache in her head. It's as if she had done something terribly wrong.
A/N: Please review and such. Next chapter will be up soon. I was going to put Ron in Hufflepuff but I didn't have the heart to do it. Everyone else is put in their normal houses by the way.
