Although Harry had not recovered from the initial shock of arriving back in his former body, he had mustered up enough of himself to make his way towards the castle. His best hope was that he was not a split copy of his younger self and that he wouldn't run into the original here. He assumed that whatever curse had been placed on him, that it had merely jolted him backwards through time to his former self. However, the problem in his mind remained that there were people here, or rather a person in particular, did not belong here. He wondered just how much was different about his past other than Arista. What else had changed?

As he made his way back to the doors of the castle he caught sight of Ron. He waved a hand gesturing to get his attention. Calling his name, Ron turned to catch sight of Harry to which he smiled and started walking over. He wasn't alone Harry realized and with a great wave of relief, he saw Hermione trailing just behind him. As they joined him on the way up the great stone stairs, Harry felt the explosive need to spill everything that had happened. Although, the problem was that he didn't think they'd believe him.

"Where have you been mate?" Ron asked making a face of confusion. "Been looking for you since practice started. Why didn't you come?" he asked.

"I…" he stumbled for some kind of excuse when Hermione cut him off.

"Hurry up, he both of you. It's almost time for class. We can talk later." She hushed in a hurried whisper. She swept ahead of the both of them and Harry knew he'd fall in line and follow. Ron made a smart comment under his breath to Harry and smirked.

Arista was in his next class, which as he'd remembered, was Potions. She sat next to Draco and seemed annoyed to no end when he refused to stop whispering to the boy beside him. Halfway through the lesson she stamped her foot under the table on the very top of Malfoy's which earned her a heavy glare. She pointed to Slughorn and made a motion for him to pay attention and to listen. Amazingly enough, and much to Harry's surprise, he seemed to listen. It wasn't without a grudge through as he quickly shouldered her as he turned to face the professor where he stood speaking in the room. Although it jostled her in the chair, she rolled her eyes and continued watching him speak.

By the end of class Harry was keen to stop Arista and speak with her for a moment. There was something significant to her being different about this place. He felt that there had to be a reason for her being added here to his past. He wanted to know more about her than he'd unsuccessfully gained from Hermione on the way to class. He'd asked about her as offhandedly as possible but she hadn't known the girl terribly well. Apparently George and Fred had gotten to know her before leaving which gave reason for them being acquaintances only by happenstance. As Arista moved for the door Harry was about to say her name when the word died on his tongue.

"Harry!" a small girl around the age of eleven shouldered towards the door from the hallway waving.

"Oh no…" muttered Ron. "She's like a bloody pet isn't she? Follows you everywhere…" he eyed the small girl down.

"Ron!" Hermione snapped smacking him in the back of the head gently. "Be nice. Hannah's never done anything bad to you." She quipped.

"Yeah right she hasn't, but she's still an annoying little snot. Harry said she was just last week!" he defended himself.

"I did?" he asked Ron glancing at him. "I mean…who is she?" The small girl was nearer now and just at the door as the exited.

She was a tiny thing with pale freckled skin and wide set brown eyes. Her hair was plain and mousy just hanging in braids at her shoulders. Harry felt his eyes widen as he realized where he'd seen the features he recognized suddenly in her cheeks and neck; Petunia. He saw his Aunt Petunia in this small girls shoulder and neck and cheeks. The girl was grinning from ear to ear, bouncing on her toes with excitement.

"Harry!" she chittered clutching books against her chest. "I've been looking for you!" she grinned.

"Are you daft mate? She's you cousin…"Ron trailed off in his ear annoyed. "Somethings weird about you today. Did you get hexed?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I haven't been hexed." Harry hissed before glancing back down at Hannah.

"You look very happy today Hannah, what's happened?" Hermione asked the girl as she walked out to stand beside her.

"I hit a bludger today in practice and it nearly took off Draco's head!" Hannah laughed in a high trilling voice.

"Well done!" Ron said coming round and smacking the tiny girl in the shoulder.

"I wasn't trying to, it was an accident, but he fell off his broom trying to evade it." She grinned. "He threatened to have me thrown off the team if I didn't learn which way the bludger was supposed to be hit."

"Well you are supposed to hit members of the opposing team." Hermione trailed off looking slightly aghast that everyone was so happy to see the boys encouraging Hannah to hurt someone.

"It was only a bit of fun Hermione." Hannah chuckled. "Harry, are you alright?" she asked tilting her head.

"Fine." He smiled thinly. "Tired is all. I think I'm going to head back to the dorm for a bit and lay down."

"But what about classes…" Hermione was calling after him as he headed for the stairs. He ignored her voice. She didn't follow due to Ron telling her to lay off and that Harry had been really stressed lately anyway.

To Harry's second wave of relief his bed was the same one from before. He went straight to it and slumped down on the sagging mattress as his head began to swim. It was as if he were being flooded with things that he couldn't quite recall but that had always been there. It was like someone was planting memories that he didn't remember having. He gripped the sides of his head and crunched over with his head between his knees taking deeps breaths. There were a collapsible amount of memories that ripped through him all at once.

Harry saw a vision of the Dursley's bringing Hannah home in a tiny plain gray carrier. He remembered Dudley whining about having another child. He had gone on for hours into days crying and screaming that Hannah needed to go back at once! He'd begged his parents to take her back, to exchange her for something else, perhaps a TV. Harry hadn't been allowed near Hannah, so he'd only glanced at her from across rooms. However, on nights they'd forgotten to lock his cupboard, Harry had gone to Hannah's room. They'd cleared out Dudley's toy room to make space for the baby and they'd decorated it horribly in Harry's opinion. There had been an awful shade of pink that reminded him vaguely of Umbridge thrown over all the walls. The crib had been solid white wood, painted with tiny flowers adorning the edges. Harry felt an ebbing memory of reaching between the bars to feel Hannah's tiny fingers curl around his hand as he'd whisper to her in the crib. He'd always felt a gentle sort of connection to the child because as she'd grown, she'd been kind to him.

Of course Hannah had been kind to him out of necessity at the beginning of their friendship. When she'd first started showing signs of magic at age seven, the Dursley's had tried to ignore it. They'd explained it away with any coincidence they could, explaining it simply as Harry's doing. However, there had come a point when they'd no longer been able to ignore that it just wasn't Harry and that Hannah was able to perform magic. It had come in the form of Dudley taking Hannah's favorite teddy bear from her one afternoon while Harry was cooking lunch for them in the kitchen. Hannah had come running after the oaf and slid on the tile in the kitchen cornering him against the counter behind Harry.

She'd screamed at him to give the bear back and he'd refused sticking his tongue out at her. Harry had been about to take the bear back himself when suddenly Dudley's tongue had begun to swell. It continued to swell and grow longer like a great pink raindrop about to burst. Hannah's eyes had grown wide and Dudley had begun to make a sort of muffled scream. It wasn't long after that when Hannah's toys and belongings began to slowly diminish and disappear from the house. She'd been forbidden from certain family events for fear that she'd have an episode like Harry and the snake at the zoo.

Harry felt a small pang in his chest as the memories that he had a sneaking suspicion were being placed within his head, hit him. He cared about little Hannah Dursely. He cared about her because she and he had spent copious amounts of time together in his tiny cupboard while the Dursley's had ignored the both of them. He cared about tiny little Hannah Dursely like a sister. No, not like a sister…

Harry blindly considered Hannah his sister and no one was going to lay a hand on the little sprout.