Chapter 5
"Yeh must be Andrew. James said you'll be start'n today. Yeh look just like him except for the eyes..." Andrew heard Hagrid say as he got of the Hogwarts express. "You need to go with the first years for sorting."
"Thanks uh..." Andrew was tempted to thank Hagrid by name as that nobody told him if transfer students should go with the older students or not but he wasn't supposed to know Hagrid yet and he didn't want to get anyone suspicious.
"Hagrid. Rubius Hagrid. Though yeh can just call me Hagrid."
After the boat ride and having to explain to a couple of first years that he was transferring to Hogwarts, he was soon in the Great Hall waiting to be sorted with the first year students.
A younger looking Professor McGonagall started calling names after the Sorting Hat finished a song that wasn't too different from the one Andrew heard before he went back in time. With each new student that got sorted into a new house, Andrew got more and more nervous.
'What if the Sorting Hat tells someone that I'm from the future? Or worse, I get put in Slytherin... James would just kill me...' Andrew worried. James after seeing his grades told him he'll most likely be a Ravenclaw. If he wasn't going to be in Gryffindor this time around, being in Ravenclaw would be a lot better then being in Slytherin... James said to stay away from Slytherin at all costs and Andrew agreed. In this time period, Slytherin was infested with Death Eaters who were, according to James, actively recruiting their house mates to their cause. James also told him that the staff couldn't legally do anything to stop the recruiting as long as the Death Eaters didn't get caught in the act of causing trouble. Andrew found having to deal with Malfoy around school bad enough but to have to share a dorm and common room with a bunch of people just like Malfoy pestering him to be their friend would be a living hell for him.
"Potter, Andrew!" McGonagall called out his name.
Andrew nervously walked up to the stool, sat down, and McGonagall placed the sorting hat onto his head.
"Plenty of courage... Not a bad mind... Plenty of smarts as well. Faced a dark wizard more times then you would have liked... And a parslemouth I might add... What's this? A time traveler?" Andrew heard the hat whisper to him.
'Please don't tell anyone...' Andrew thought to the hat.
"Don't worry... Everything is confidential unless you say otherwise. Even more bizarre. You are yet you aren't Andrew Potter... You may want to practice occlumency to ease this identity crisis in you... I see part of you has already been sorted... Why would my future self consider putting you into Slytherin even though you have many of the traits for that house and Ravenclaw when school policy says I have to put you in GRYFFINDOR!"
Andrew gave a big sigh of relief and headed to the Gryffindor table. As he sat down, he saw Professor Dumbledore eying him oddly as if the elderly headmaster was studying him, ignoring the other students being sorted. It almost reminded him of Professor Snape looking at him after the first time he was sorted.
When the sorting ceremony finished, Professor Dumbledore stood up. "Before we get started with our feast, I would like to say a few words. Nincompoop! Magnanimous! Corpuscle! Serendipity! OK. Tuck in!"
"Andrew, you must be the transfer student the head boy mentioned. I'm Jerry Larson, 6th year prefect. Any chance your related to James Potter?" a boy on the other side of the table a couple people over from Andrew said.
"Yes. He's my uncle. I'm been living with him since my parents died during the summer." Andrew replied.
"You're uncle? James graduated like last year and you can't be more then three years younger then him..." A girl siting next to Jerry replied.
"Well, my uncle James was born after my dad left home. Thanks to a fight between my dad and grandparents, I didn't know I had an uncle until he decided to marry my mom's niece Lily Evans. Now my cousin is my aunt and it is confusing my uncle's friends. Come to think of it, its confusing me..." Andrew explained.
"I bet..." Jerry replied. "Professor Dumbledore is giving me the creeps. He keeps looking at us... I never seen him act that way."
"I noticed that earlier... He started after I was sorted." Andrew looked back towards the staff table and Dumbledore was still looking at him. Apparently he realized he was noticed and started talking to an man that reminded Andrew of a walrus.
"Albus... Just because I over heard a couple of my former students saying something about You-Know-Who claiming to have killed the boy doesn't mean you have to stair at him almost non-stop. You are probably getting all the Gryffindors nervous." Professor Horace Slughorn commented to Professor Dumbledore.
"You're right Horace. Its just after hearing that and what Caradoc said about Andrew Potter's wand, I'm most curious about the boy." Dumbledore replied recalling his conversation during the summer with his friend about the Potter family's visit to his friend's wand shop. Andrew's full potential some how had doubled. Such a thing is not possible. While a person's magical power level may fluctuate, the highest it could get will always remain the same. For that to change in a person is unheard of. He would have called his friend Caradoc a lunatic if he hadn't viewed a Pensieve memory.
"What is so unusual about his wand? A wand is a wand unless you are dealing with the Deathstick and even that is a myth despite what Gregorovitch claimed." Slughorn asked.
"I wish I could tell you but 5 people all ready know and that's too many as is." Dumbledore answered as he pondered these mysteries centered around Andrew Potter.
Chapter End Notes:
Sorry for the long wait. I've been busy and I felt I should post this before I get flooded with emails asking me if I am going to continue the story. Anyways, reviews please!
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