Chapter Two

"So," said Harry as the trio walked up to Hogwarts, "what's going on?"

Rachel giggled as she upended the now empty packet of coffee beans over her open mouth.

"Well," said Louise, "your essence got sent back in time and combined with your eleven year old body. At the same time, your personality split, creating more versions of yourself in different timelines."

"How is that even possible?" asked Harry, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

"I'd tell you," said Louise, "but your head might explode from the complexity of it all."

Harry nodded.

"Makes sense," he replied.

"So Rachel and I came back in time to get you and bring you back to the present," concluded Louise.

"Look!" said Rachel. "Horseys!"

Louise shook her head.

"She's going to be OOC all day now."

"Hello Harry," said Dumbledore calmly, "welcome to the future."

Harry nodded.

"Hi Professor," he replied.

"This is the last one," said Louise.

Dumbledore nodded.

"I think it's time for them to get to know each other," he said, waving his hand carelessly.

A small door appeared in one of the walls and Harry watched in surprise as he walked into Dumbledore's office, again, and again, and again…

"Lots of Harrys!" giggled Rachel.

Louise waved her wand and suddenly the oval room was filled with chairs.

"Please," said the Headmaster, "sit."

The assorted children complied.

Dumbledore smiled.

"Harrys," he said, "you'll all be attending seventh year classes, until we can determine a way to unite you once more."

"WHAT CLASSES DO WE HAVE?" asked one of the Harrys.

"Ultra-advanced Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, Herbology, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Care of Magical Creatures," replied Dumbledore.

"Could I do Ancient Runes also?" asked another Harry, as he raised his hand.

Dumbledore nodded, and checked his watch.

"I'm late for my belly-dancing lesson," he said, "so if you just attend whatever classes you desire, I'm sure that will be fine."

"Whatever," muttered a Harry darkly, as they filed from the room.

"Bye, Harry!" said Louise, dragging a now singing Rachel off in the direction of the dungeons. "Have fun meeting yourself!"

Harry sighed quietly.

"DESTROSTRAS!" screamed one of the Harrys suddenly. "They're coming! Great Merlin save us! Nooooooooooo!"

A Harry next to Harry shook his head as they watched the other Harry run in panicked circles, waving his hands in the air violently.

"That's Crazy!Harry," he said to Harry, "he's convinced that the Destrostras are trying to steal his underwear."

"What's a Destrostra?" asked Harry.

The other Harry shrugged.

"I have no idea. I'm Nonmagic!Harry, by the way. Although you can call me Hamish."

"Nice to meet you," said Harry, "Isn't it a bit harsh of Dumbledore to bring you to a magic school?"

Hamish shrugged.

"At least the food's good," he said, "so which of us are you?"

Harry shrugged.

"I don't know. I just woke up and I was small again."

Hamish nodded.

"Right. Well, I'll introduce you to everyone anyway."

He pointed to a figure dressed completely in black.

"That's Dark!Harry, he's got a stupid name, but don't say anything about it."

"What his name?" asked Harry.

"Harrizar," replied Hamish quietly.

Harry sniggered.

"I saw him trying to strangle Mrs Norris yesterday," continued Hamish.

Harry gulped as Harrizar glared at him.

"Right," he said, "so, er, who else is there?"

"That's Veela!Harry over there," Hamish replied, pointing to a Harry that somehow seemed to excude radiance, "we call him Herũ."

Harry sniggered again.

Hamish continued as if there had been no interruption.

"Next to him is Female!Harry, or Harriet. That's Abused!Harry, poor kid hasn't stopped crying since we got here. We call him Harvey. CAPSLOCK!Harry is the one yelled at the suit of armor. His name is Hal. Punk!Harry is the guy with the ipod,"

"What do we call him?"

"Harrison," replied Hamish.

"Hardcore," commented Harry sarcastically.

"Smart!Harry is the one reading that on Advanced Transmogification. He's Harold. Artistic!Harry is the one wearing the beret, and he's called Hamlet."

Harry groaned.

"That's so bad," he muttered.

"Straight!Harry is the one avoiding Hamlet, he prefers Hazza. That guy over there was just weird, but then Rachel bit him so now he's Vampire!Harry."

"It's going to be lame, isn't it?" asked Harry.

Hamish shrugged.

"Haradula," he replied, as Harry groaned, "and that's American!Harry, or Howard between Harrys, and French!Harry – Hari. You already know who Crazy!Harry is, his name's Henry, by the way, and that's all of us."

"You know," sighed Harry heavily, "one time I'd just like a normal year."

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