Okay people! Welcome back for chapter two of Dual Impostor!

Ashi: That didn't take long enough.

Guy: Ha ha! Well, Harry Potter and Tales of the Abyss do not belong to DeathhunterAshi, but to Bandai Namco and J.! Some of the artes mentioned belong to Ashi and Harriet does not belong to Ashi as well!

Ashi:-Pulling invisible arrows out of back- Gee thanks. Be in for one hell of a show.

Harriet had just turned 11 years old today as he waited for his aunt Petunia Dursely to open the cupboard for the morning, bouncing with anticipation. "3…..2…..1!" Harriet said as the cupboard opened and he ran out of it, heading for the kitchen to set up for breakfast. Harriet cooked with amazing skill and timed himself as his uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley came into the dining room as Harriet finished setting up the table and setting down breakfast. "Good morning Uncle Vernon, Dudley, auntie Petunia! Today's breakfast are buttermilk pancakes with a fruit salad and freshly squeezed orange juice. Here's your paper and coffee Uncle Vernon." Harriet said as he held the platter that held Vernon's coffee and newspaper up as his Uncle grunted and took the coffee and paper. Harriet ran back to the kitchen and started to clean the little mess he made while having his "intense cooking episode" again. Harriet, no matter what the case has always loved cooking and cleaning, despite the fact that he used to be mistreated by the Dursleys.

Harriet Juliet Potter arrived at the Dursleys' house when he was only seven years old and ultimately scared them. They were surprised that he couldn't speak, walk, and didn't even cry. He was like a doll for all they cared, or more like a baby. It took two years just for them to teach Harriet those things, only to get attacked by Dudley and accidentally got hit by a car and almost died. In that instance, Harriet spoke the first few words that set them off their block forever, "Uncle Vernon, Auntie Petunia, I love you." After that suspend (and Harriet's godly cooking), they started to open up to him and actually give him a chance. "Huh….why is everything blurring…..AGH!" Harriet screamed as he fell to the ground holding his head. "M-my head…..Oy….Replica! What the hell are you still doing in this hellhole anyway?" A voice inside of Harriet's head shouted as he fell to the ground. Fifteen minutes later, Harriet woke up in his cupboard while he heard arguing outside in the living room. "Harriet is a freak just like his mother! We should just get rid of the brat! If it wasn't for that letter that you received four years ago….." Vernon yelled as he ripped up the letter that was addressed to Harriet.

"What's wrong? What happened, Uncle?" Harriet said timidly as he walked into the living room in a semi-confused state. "It's nothing, just get dinner ready!" Vernon barked at Harriet, who lit up at the thought of making dinner tonight. Harriet rushed to the kitchen and wandered through his mind, trying to figure out what to make tonight. "Maybe I should make Steeped Chicken with a nice, creamy spinach soup and coconut ice cream." Harriet thought to himself as he put on a frilly, white apron and proceeded to take the ingredients out of the refrigerator and pantry. As soon as he started to cut up the spring onions, a barn owl came into the kitchen through the window and surprised Harriet, making him drop the knife on his foot. "Ouch! Why is there a bloody owl in here anyway!" Harriet screamed as he pulled the said knife out of his now bleeding foot. The bird stared at Harriet as it dropped a letter on the table and flew back out of the window.

"What was that all about?" Harriet mumbled as he took the mysterious letter and stuck it into his pants pockets and started to cook again when Uncle Vernon came into the kitchen. "Harriet! What was with all that noise?" Vernon yelled as Harriet flinched and slowly turned around, his bleeding foot throbbing from the pain. "Um….A bird flew into in and startled me, making me drop the knife I was holding in my hand." Harriet said as he hid the injured foot. After the fiasco, Aunt Petunia patched up Harriet's foot after he finished making dinner. Harriet retired to his bedroom (that being the cabinet, cupboard, whatever) and took out the letter he got from the owl. "I wonder what it says if it's come to me. I rarely get any letters at all. Plus that I don't have any memories of 7 years ago…" Harriet thought as he opened the letter addressed to him.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

ofWITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)By Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theoryby Adalbert Waffler

A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potionsby Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Themby Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protectionby Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a rat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

Harriet stared at the parchment paper and silently started to rip up the letter and got back under his covers. "A wizard? They don't exist as far as I know. But then….how did that owl know who I was and knew where to drop it." Harriet mumbled as he took off his glasses (that were previously broken by Dudley), and closed his eyes.