Harry sat in a train compartment as he thought about his current situation. Right now, Harry had two familiars. Helga, the black badger, was currently sleeping on his head, pretending to be his hair, while Tom, the silver snake, was coiled around Harry's left arm, hidden by Harry's jacket sleeve.
"/ What's wrong? /" Helga asked.
"/ Nothing /" Harry answered,"/ I'm just wondering if the Hat can really help me. /'
"(I think he can)," Tom replied.
"/ He wouldn't offer his help if he couldn't /" Helga pointed out.
"/ True /" Harry replied. The door then opened to reveal a black-haired boy. Harry instantly recognised him to be one of the Boys-Who-Lived, Neville Longbottom.
"Oh," the boy known as Neville said," I didn't think anyone was going to be in here." Harry noted the shy tone in the
"It's no problem," Harry replied," Take a seat."
"Thanks," Neville responded as he began to lug his trunk into the compartment.
"Let me help you with that," Harry said as he got up. Harry and Neville then lifted Neville's trunk onto the shelf in the compartment.
"Thanks," Neville said as he plopped down on the seat," I'm Neville Longbottom."
"Harry Potter," Harry replied as he sat down. Neville looked at Harry in shock.
"You're Harry Potter!" Neville responded. Harry nodded his head.
"What are you doing here?" Neville asked," The Ministry have been looking for you for three years." Harry shrugged.
"I am lacking some skills and Hogwarts is the only place that can teach me," Harry answered," Though, I'm pretty sure that being the Missing Potter is nowhere compared to being one of the Boys-Who-Lived." Harry then saw Neville's happy expression turn sad.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Neville answered with a fake smile.
"Is being one of the Boys-Who-Lived that hard?" Harry asked. Neville shook his head.
"You are one of the only few people, who remembers that I am one of the Boys-Who-Lived," Neville explained, sighing. Harry looked at Neville with understanding.
"Do you have any friends?" Harry asked. Neville shook his head.
"I did have a best friend," Neville answered," But we had a falling out last year."
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"She and I had an argument," Neville answered. Harry nodded his head.
"So what house are you hoping to be in?" Neville asked.
"Which house would you say is alienated the most?" Harry replied. Neville then put a finger to his chin as he thought about his answer.
"I would have to say either Slytherin or Hufflepuff," Neville answered, looking at Harry.
"Why those two houses?" Harry asked.
"Hufflepuff is generally considered to be a weak house," Neville explained," But Slytherin is generally excluded because a lot of the dark wizards originated from Slytherins especially You-Know-Who." Harry nodded his head.
"I doubt it would be worthwhile to state Merlin came from Slytherin," Harry stated. Neville looked at Harry in surprise.
"Really?!" Neville replied.
"Yeah," Harry confirmed," If you look read Hogwarts: A History, you will find a hidden chapter about Merlin's time in Hogwarts." Neville just looked at Harry.
'Can you show me?" Neville asked.
"Sure," Harry answered. Then, the two of them heard a whistle.
"Looks like the train is about to depart," Neville commented as he stood up to open his trunk. He then pulled out a copy of Hogwarts: A History before closing his trunk and sitting back down. The train then started to move as Neville handed Harry his book. Harry flipped the book open before waving his hand over the book. Neville watched in amazement as pages added itself into the book.
"You can do wandless magic!" Neville responded as Harry handed the book back to Neville.
"Yeah," Harry replied as he leaned back into his seat," You will find the chapter at the back of the book."
"Thanks," Neville responded before opening the book. Harry smiled. The duo sat in silence as Neville read the hidden chapter about Merlin. Harry pulled out a worn-out book and began reading it. The next hour was spent in silence as the two boys were deeply engaged in their reading. It would have gone on for longer if the door wasn't slammed open. Harry and Neville turned their heads to see two red-haired boys and a brown-haired boy, sneering at them. Harry instantly recognized one of the red-haired boys as Charles Lily Potter, his brother. He didn't know who the two other boys were, but he knew that they were arrogant like his brother just by the sneers on their faces.
"Hello, Klutzy," the red-haired boy known as Charles sneered as he entered the compartment. Harry felt Helga stir while Tom was silently hissing. He also noticed the terrified look on Neville's face as the other two boys entered the compartment.
"Thought you could hide from me," Charles continued as he walked up to Neville. Harry watched as Neville's face paled as Charles leaned in towards him.
"Can I help you?" Harry asked, gaining the attention of Charles. Charles turned his head to look at Harry.
"Stay out of this," Charles responded before he looked back at Neville. Harry glared at Charles as he noticed the two boys circling around Neville.
"I heard that you talked to one of my girls," Charles said, looking at Neville.
"I-I-I-I d-d-on't know what you're talking about," Neville stuttered as he shrieked back in fear.
"Oh, I think you do," Charles replied, smiling," A little birdy told me that you met with one of my girls last year. Now, what did I tell you about talking to one of my girls?"
"I-I-I-I d-don't know what you're talking about," Neville answered again. Charles then slapped Neville across the face.
"DON'T lie to me," Charles exclaimed. Neville seemed to cower more in fear. Charles just looked at Neville before snapping his fingers. The two boys then grabbed Neville and lifted him up.
"I think it's time for a little punishment," Charles stated as Neville was propped up by the two boys. This was moment decided to intervene. Getting up, he tapped Charles' shoulder. As soon as Charles turned his face, Harry socked him right in the face. Blood spurted out of Charles' nose as he crashed onto the seat behind him. The two boys then dropped Neville before brandishing their wands and aiming them at Harry. Harry then punched the red-haired boy with right hook before back-handing the black-haired boy. The red-haired boy was unconscious by the one punch while the black-haired boy was still standing. Harry then socked him right in the face, making him fall flat onto his back. Harry smiled in satisfaction before turning around to face Charles.
"Charles Lily Potter," Harry growled as he walked closer to Charles. Charles was cradling his nose as he fumbled around to grab his wand. As soon as Charles lifted his wand to aim his wand at Harry, Harry smacked his wand away, sending it flying into the hallway. Charles looked at Harry in fear as Harry grabbed his collar and lifted him up. Fear shown in Charles' eyes as blood dripped down from his face. Harry's piercing green eyes glared into Charles' dull auburn eyes.
"Get out," Harry growled before pushing Charles away. Charles quickly scrambled away before looking back.
"Do you know who I am?" Charles responded.
"Yeah, I do," Harry answered, turning his head to look at him," Tell your cocksucker that Harry Potter says hi." Harry smirked as he saw Charles' eyes widen before he ran away. Harry then turned his head to see a shocked Neville, looking at him.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked. Then, a girl and a boy came running into the doorway of the compartment.
"We heard reports of screaming," a girl stated before seeing the unconscious bodies," What happened here?" Harry turned around to face the two people.
"These two were bullying Neville over here," Harry answered, waving his hand at the direction of the two bodies," I just saved him."
"Is this true?" the boy asked Neville.
"Yes, sir," Neville answered as he stood up. Harry raised an eyebrow at Neville's answer.
"We will have to report this," the girl stated as she entered the compartment," But first, I think we have to take these two to the infirmary."
"Have fun," Harry replied as the boy and girl picked up the unconscious bodies before exiting the compartment. Neville then closed the door behind them before sitting down. The compartment was silent for a moment.
"That was INCREDIBLE," Neville exclaimed. Harry raised an eyebrow at Neville's exclamation.
"I didn't think that it was," Harry replied, scratching the back of his head.
"Are you kidding me?" Neville responded," You just took down the Golden Trio."
"The Golden Trio?" Harry replied, confused.
"Oh, yeah," Neville responded," I forgot that this year would be your first."
"Can you tell what the Golden Trio is?" Harry asked.
"The Golden Trio is a term used by the school to describe the favorite students of Hogwarts," Neville answered," Charles Potter, Ron Weasley, and Dean Thomas."
"Oh," Harry replied," And I'm guessing all three are in Gryffindor." Neville nodded his head.
"No one has ever defied them," Neville stated," Until now. Life is going to be tough for you." Harry shrugged.
"My life has always been tough," Harry responded," What I'm surprise is that you didn't sell me out."
"Why?" Neville asked.
"It would have made things easier for you," Harry answered," If what you told me about the Golden Trio is true, then your life is going to get a lot more tougher." Neville looked down.
"It doesn't really matter," Neville responded. Harry looked at Neville.
"I have no friends," Harry mutter," I barely have any magic and I'm considered a failure in my family," Harry frowned at Neville's words.
"Do you really believe that?" Harry asked. Neville looked at Harry in confusion.
"What do you mean?" Neville responded. Harry just looked at Neville.
"You're in Gryffindor, right?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Neville answered.
"Then, the Sorting Hat must have saw something in you that no one else can see," Harry explained.
"Like what?" Neville responded, dejected," I'm not good at anything."
"I'm pretty sure you're better than you think," Harry replied. Neville just stared at Harry.
"Aren't you going to finish your chapter?" Harry asked with a smile on his face.
"Oh yeah," Neville responded as he picked up his book before flipping to his page. Harry smiled as Neville read the book with great interest before looking out of the window.
"I sense strong magic from him," Harry muttered to himself," If set on the right path, he will become a great wizard."
Several Hours Later
Harry was still looking out the window. Neville had finished the chapter on Merlin and was working on his wand movements.
"Lumos," Harry heard Neville say before a light shone from the tip of Neville's wand.
"What are you practicing?" Harry asked, turning his head away from the window.
"Previous year's charms," Neville answered as the light from his wand disappeared," I barely managed to pass last year, so I'm practicing them this year."
"Hand me your wand," Harry replied. Neville looked at Harry in surprise before handing him his wand. Harry then inspected the wand.
"Hmmmmmmm," Harry said as he looked over the wand," What is this wand made of?"
"It is thirteen inches, made of cherry wood, and its core is unicorn hair," Neville answered. Harry nodded his head before handing the wand back to Neville.
"Your wand is not suited for charms," Harry stated.
"What do you mean?" Neville responded, confused.
"Your wand is more suited to spells that are filled with vitality," Harry explained," Charms are very simple, but devoid of vitality like your Lumos."
"What do you mean?" Neville asked again. Harry sighed.
"Cast a Lumos Maxima," Harry instructed. Neville nodded his head.
"Lumos Maxima," Neville said, flicking his wand at the same time. A bright light erupted from Neville's wand, enveloping the entire compartment. Luckily, Harry was wearing shades or else he would have been blinded. Unfortunately, Neville was not that lucky.
"Ahhhhh," Harry heard Neville scream as he dropped his wand to cover his eyes. The light vanished as the wand hit the ground. Harry waited as Neville blinked a couple of times before picking up his wand.
"What happened?" Neville asked, rubbing his eyes.
"That is the power of your wand," Harry answered. Neville looked at Harry in shock.
"How?" Neville responded," I've cast a Lumos Maximus before and it never did something like this before."
"That's because you weren't filled with energy," Harry explained," Your wand can only work in sync with someone full of life."
"Then, why did it choose me?" Neville asked as he looked down at his wand," I don't think I'm someone like that."
"Like I said," Harry replied," The wand must have saw something in you like the Sorting Hat did."
"Like what?" Neville asked.
"I don't know," Harry answered," I just met you. do you seriously think that I would know everything about you in the span of several hours?"
"Not really," Neville replied," It just that you seemed to know all the answers."
"Experience," Harry stated," Believe it or not, you and I are more similar than you think." Neville looked at Harry in surprise. Then, the door opened to reveal the boy and girl from before.
"We are approaching Hogwarts," the girl stated," Get changed." Harry and Neville nodded their heads as the door was closed. Harry and Neville them stood up. Harry pulled out his trunk from his pocket while Neville opened up his trunk. Harry then placed the tiny trunk onto the seat.
"Augeo," Harry said as he waved his hand over the trunk. The trunk started to increase in size. Harry then opened it before pulling out a robe. Harry then took off his jacket. Then, he heard a scream. Harry whipped around to see Neville on his seat, pale, pointing at Harry's arm. Harry turned his head to see Tom.
"What's wrong, Neville?" Harry asked, turning his head back to Neville.
"T-T-T-There's a snake around your arm," Neville stuttered.
"Oh," Harry replied," This is Tom."
"Tom?" Neville replied.
"Yeah, he's my familiar," Harry explained," He's not a bad snake." Neville nodded his head, but still looked terrified.
"A-A-Are you a Parseltongue?" Neville asked.
"Yeah," Harry answered," Is that a problem?" Neville was silent for a moment.
"Don't worry," Harry reassured Neville," He stays coiled around my arm most of the time."
"Most of time?!" Neville responded, alarmed.
"He has to eat sometimes," Harry pointed out," His favorite dish is fried mice." Neville nodded his head, but still stood on his seat. Neville then noticed the dual holsters.
"Do you have two wands?" Neville asked.
"Yeah," Harry answered as he slipped his robe on.
"Why?" Neville asked, still watching Harry's arm.
"I don't know," Harry answered as he adjusted his holsters," The old man at the wand store said that I take two. Cost me a good amount of money as well. You can come down." Neville nodded his head before stepping back down onto the ground. Neville quickly changed into his robes before closing his trunk and sitting back down. By then, Harry had already shrunk his trunk and was sitting down. Harry noticed that Neville was still wearily watching his left arm.
"You can do wandless magic," Neville stated.
"Yes," Harry replied.
"So why do you need a wand?" Neville asked. Harry smirked as he pulled out his black wand with his left hand.
"Watch," Harry said as he extended his right index finger and wand," Lumos." A light appeared out of Harry's index finger while a brighter light illuminated the tip of Harry's wand.
"Do you see the difference?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Neville answered.
"Wandless magic is good," Harry stated," But a wand is better."
"Why is that?" Neville asked.
"All magic requires a focal point to concentrate their magic to," Harry answered," A wand is an example of a focal point. Wandless magic requires you to convert a part of your body into a focal point, which utilizes more magic than just using a wand." Neville just looked at Harry.
"I'm guessing you don't understand what I'm saying," Harry said. Neville nodded his head.
"Don't worry about it," Harry replied," I will teach about the basics of archaic magic in the future."
"Really?" Neville responded, gleefully.
"Yeah," Harry replied," Archaic magic would be a perfect match for your wand since it contains spells that are filled with vitality." Then, the two boys felt t train come to a stop.
"Looks like we're here," Harry stated as he walked out of the compartment. Neville followed after Harry.
"Don't you have to get your trunk?" Harry asked as he jumped off the train.
"No," Neville answered as he followed soon after," All trunks inside the train are taken to our houses during the Feast."
"Oh ok," Harry replied," Since I'm a newbie, where do I go?"
"All first-years have to follow Hagrid," Neville answered as he pointed to a large man several meter away. Harry then noticed behind Neville the menacing glares of the so-called Golden boys of Hogwarts.
"I think I will hang out with you," Harry stated," I can't be stuffed hanging out with a bunch of eleven year olds." Neville just looked at Harry.
"I think you should," Neville responded.
"Nah," Harry replied as he started to walk," Come on." Neville just looked at Harry before walking faster to follow him. Harry looked back to see Charles and his goons following close behind. Harry and Neville walked until they reached the gates of Hogwarts.
"Wow," Harry said, in awe of the beauty of the castle.
"That was what I thought at first when I saw Hogwarts," Neville replied. Harry nodded his ends as the two continued waking until they entered a Grand Hall. Harry wasn't fascinated by the see through roof, revealing the full moon.
"Where do your sit?" Harry asked.
"I sit here," Neville answered as he walked over to a long table to the right. Harry followed.
"What are the other tables?" Harry asked.
"Hufflepuff is the table next to ours," Neville answered," Ravenclaw is next, then at the end is Slytherin."
"Got it," Harry replied. The two of them sat down at the table. Soon, the entire table was occupied by students. Harry frowned as he saw no one coming anywhere near Neville to even say hello. Harry could see that Neville was disturbed by this, but kept on a happy smile.
"This school sucks," Harry thought. He watched in silence as the doors closed by an old witch as she stood waiting. Everyone else was still chattering. Harry then saw several ghosts pass by.
"It seems like ghosts ignore Neville as well," Harry thought to himself as Neville sat with the plastered on smile on his face. Then, Harry heard a scream from outside the doors. Harry moved to get up, but Neville grabbed Harry.
"What?" Harry responded.
"This happens every year," Neville explained," The ghosts always scare the first years."
"Oh ok," Harry replied as he relaxed in his seat. He watched as the old witch opened the doors to reveal a group of eleven year olds.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Harry heard the old witch announce," Now if you would please follow me." Harry watched as the old witch lead the group in front of a stool with a ragged looking, black hat on a stool. Harry immediately recognized it to be the Sorting Hat.
"This is the Sorting Hat," the old witch informed the group," It is what we use to sort you into the four different houses." The Sorting Hat seemed to come to life after the witch's words. To Harry and the group's surprise, the Hat started to sing.
"In times of old, when I was new,
And Hogwarts barely started,
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted.
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach"
The four good friends decided.
And never did they dream that they
Might some day be divided.
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw,
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there, so I can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whose ancestry's purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name."
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light.
For each of the four founders had
A house in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning just like him.
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest
and taught them all she knew,
Thus, the houses and their founders
Maintained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
for several happy years,
but then discord crept among us
feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four
had once held up our school
now turned upon each other and
divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
must meet an early end.
what with duelling and with fighting
and the clash of friend on friend.
And at last there came a morning
when old Slytherin departed
and though the fighting then died out
he left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
were whittled down to three
have the Houses been united
as they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
and you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
because that is what I'm for.
But this year I'll go further,
listen closely to my song:
though condemned I am to split you
still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfil my duty
and must quarter every year
still I wonder whether sorting
may not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
the warning history shows,
for our Hogwarts is in danger
from external, deadly foes
And we must unite
Under the one true leader
To reunite the divided
To lead the battle against the United
Without his power
We are doomed to fall
I have told you, I have warned you...
let the Sorting now begin."
Harry raised an eyebrow at the Hat's song.
"Sounds very eerie," Harry said as he turned his head to Neville.
"It's not usually like that," Neville informed Harry.
"Really?" Harry responded as he turned his head to see a stunned look on all of the teacher's faces. The old witch then cleared her throat.
"When I call out your name, please walk up to the bench and sit," the old witch ordered," I will place the Hat onto your head. Any house it calls out will be yours." Harry smirked as he listened to the old witch read out the first name.
"So which house do you think you will be in?" Neville asked.
"Let's see," Harry answered," I know Gryffindor is out of the question."
"Why?" Neville asked.
"Because I don't want to be in the same house as my stupid family," Harry answered. Neville nodded his head. Harry could see the look of dejection on his face.
"RAVENCLAW," they heard the Hat call out. They started clapping as a young boy ran towards his designated table.
"What about the other houses?" Neville asked.
"They're possible options," Harry answered," So is there anything about Hogwarts that I should know about?" Harry and Neville spent the next few minutes, talking about Hogwarts.
"Potter, Eileen," Harry heard. Harry stopped talking as he turned his head to see a young black-haired girl walk up to the stool.
"GRYFFINDOR," the Hat immediately shouted. The young girl pulled off the Hat before running over to the Gryffindor table. Harry then smirked as he saw the witch's eyes move down the list. Neville noticed Harry's smirk.
"Potter, Harry," the old witch announced, her voice cracking a bit. Suddenly, the entire room was silent before whispering filled the halls.
"Isn't that the Lost Potter?" Harry heard someone was whisper.
"What is he doing here?" Harry heard another.
"Surely, the Daily Prophet would have reported if he as found," Harry listened. Harry's smirked widened as he stood up. Everyone turned their heads to look at him. Harry then walked over to the old witch and stool.
"I'm here," Harry stated. The old witch looked flabbergasted before regaining her composure.
"Why weren't you with the other first years?" the old witch demanded to know.
"Because I couldn't be stuffed hanging out with a bunch of brats," Harry answered.
"MR. Potter!" the old witch responded," Watch your language."
"Sure, sure," Harry replied, waving his hand," Are you going to do this or what?" The old witch glared at Harry before lifting up the Hat. Harry sat down on the stool before the old witch placed the Hat on top of his head.
"Hello, Harry," the Sorting Hat greeted.
"Sup," Harry greeted back," Why does your voice sound different?"
"Because I am currently speaking inside your mind," the Hat explained.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Harry replied," So when do we begin our lessons?"
"Patience, young one," the Hat responded.
"I don't plan on staying here for that long," Harry replied," I'm just here to learn, so I can go save her."
"I know," the Hat responded," Do not fear, Nicholas' magic will be able to keep her safe for another couple of years. "
"Still," Harry replied," The sooner, the better. I don't her to die alone."
"I understand," the Hat said," Don't worry about remembering a schedule. I will come to you."
"At night?" Harry asked.
"Yes," the Hat answered.
"That sucks," Harry responded.
"Suck it up," the Hat replied.
"So what are you going to declare?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to go screw around with the professors in this school," the Hat answered.
"Cool," Harry replied.
"ALL," Harry heard the Hat shout. Harry then pulled the Hat off his head to see a shocked look on the old witch's face.
"So which house is that?" Harry asked the old witch.
"I-I-I," the old witch stuttered.
"It seems that you are an anomaly, Mr. Potter," Harry heard a voice behind him. Harry turned his head to see Dumbledore, smiling at him.
"So," Harry responded," I just want to know what house I'm in."
"Since you are eligible for all the houses," Dumbledore stated," I think it would be fair for you to decide what house you want to be in."
"Sure," Harry replied," I will choose." Harry noticed that everyone were holding their breaths as they waited for his answer.
"SLYTHERIN," Harry exclaimed, pointing to the table farthest away from Gryffindor. He enjoyed the look of shock on Dumbledore's face.
"Are you sure about this?" Dumbledore questioned," I think a child of your age cannot possibly be able to choose~"
"No," Harry interrupted," I have chosen the house I want to represent, but it doesn't mean I wish to stop interacting with the other houses. I am eligible for all four houses. Choosing only one house would not be healthy for me." Dumbledore just looked at Harry.
"Are you sure, Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Yes," Harry answered," I have chosen my house and I shall go." Harry then proceeded to walk away. He looked back to see all of the adults looking at him with shocked expressions. He especially took pleasure in the shocked expressions on a black-haired man and a red-haired woman. Harry sat back down next to Neville, who was just looking at him in shock.
"Harry, shouldn't you be sitting at the Slytherin table?" Neville asked.
"Neville," Harry answered," I am eligible for all of the houses in Hogwarts. I can sit everywhere I want. Slytherin is the house that I chose to represent." Neville nodded his head in understanding.
"Um, excuse me," Harry heard a voice behind him. He turned around to see the black-haired girl known as Eileen.
"What do you want?" Harry growled. Eileen flinched at the sound of Harry's voice.
"I-I-I came to say hi," Eileen stuttered.
"You said it," Harry responded before turning away," Now, leave." Harry smirked in satisfaction as he heard a sniffle behind him before fast footsteps. Neville just looked at Harry.
"Wasn't that a bit harsh?" Neville asked. Harry was silent for a moment.
"Nah," Harry answered," Now, let's wait for Charles to do something for his sister as a disguise to try and beat me up." Neville just looked at Harry. Soon enough, Neville saw Charles stand up.
"OI," Charles called out. Everyone except for Harry and Neville turned their heads to Charles. They watched as Charles march up to Harry.
"Yes?" Harry responded, not bothering to turn his head to look at Charles.
"How dare you make my sister cry?" Charles demanded to know in mock rage.
"I would like to say just for the record, she's my sister too," Harry replied as he turned his head to look at Charles," But I don't really consider her my sister. Just like how I don't consider an arrogant prick like you, my brother." Harry watched in amusement as Charles' face turned red in rage. Harry could see off to the distance a red-haired woman, crying, while two men tried to comfort her. Eileen wasn't far away with tears welling up in her eyes. Charles then brandished his wand.
"Apologize," Charles demanded, aiming his wand at Harry.
"Mr. Potter," the old witch called out, but to everyone's shock, Harry disappeared. To the adult's shock, Harry appeared behind Charles. Grabbing the back of Charles' head, Harry slammed his head onto the table. He let go as Charles screamed out in pain. Everyone watched in horror as Harry then slammed Charles's head again, making a crack right down the middle. Harry then let Charles go, knowing the boy was unconscious. Everyone was too horrified to speak. Harry wiped his hand before turning around to face the students and professors. He saw Dumbledore and the red-haired woman run towards Charles. Harry moved aside to allow them to treat Charles. The red-haired woman cradled a bloody Charles.
"How could you?" the woman yelled at Harry," How could you do this to your own brother?" Harry just looked at the woman with indifference.
"How could you neglect your son for seven years?" Harry responded before turning around. Harry then left the Great Hall, leaving behind a distraught mother, a crying daughter, and a beaten son. Little did anyone know, this would be would be considered the start of the rise of Harry James Potter.