Harry Hates Hats
With them keeping to themselves the Train ride was quite relaxing, although spending more than just a few centuries doing nothing, the outcome was expected.
They had arrived at Hogwarts, he wanted to scream in delight and cry at anguish at how it looked exactly the same as before. Timeless. It was beautiful, and the more he looked the more the memories of the past rushed past his head. He looked to see how Voldemort was faring, he inwardly sighed, he wore the same stony face as he had seen when he was in the diary.
"First years! First years!" someone had bellowed into the hoard.
Harry looked at Voldemort's hand, after a moment of hesitation held it. Voldemort looked back at him, eyebrows rising, but made no move to untangle their hands.
Together they moved forward in the crowd. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but shut soon after, when he saw Dumbledore. Well heard him. It was weird seeing Dumbledore look like, like, that. With his ginger, not grey, hair, and the clear youthfulness displayed on his face. The way laugh lines of the past were no more and the crinkles adjacent to his blue globes, gone.
The sorting hat, Harry thinks. He tenses involuntarily, Harry knows Voldemort felt that. He looks at him through his peripheral vision, Voldemort frowns at him.
“Spit it out.” He whispers.
“What’s my name?”
“Are you in need of some help, because I do not know of any therapists?” Voldemort retorts.
He sighs,” Dumbledore will read out my name, stupid, and everyone will be like: Oh, me, gosh, who the fuck is this potter!”
“You are integrated in this timeline.”
“Sooo...”
“It’s like you are born in this time period. There is nothing strange or irregular about you except for your personality and hair.”
“How do you know Vold-Tom?”
“If you weren’t you would have been dead, going back in time makes you age. Age too much you die. That’s why time turners have a limit.”
“Oh.”
“What if I’m in Gryffindor? Or worse Hufflepuff!”
“Oh well.” Was all Vol- Tom replied.
"Harry potter!" Dumbledore shouted.
He surveyed the audience of children, not a single gasp or shocked face. He reluctantly meet Tom's eyes knowing the calculating gleam in his eyes would be replaced by a smug one. There it was, the i-know-everything-bow-down-to-me-mortal-or-die look.
As he walked, everthing hit him and it did so, hard.
It was flashing, everything, he saw the familiar dull shine of the resurrection stone. He saw children, sirius, Malfoy, the weasley twins, he saw Dumbledore, but not his Dumbledore, no, never, his, never the puupet master the minuplative fool. And he walked.
He walked calmly.
He walked calmly to his death, his mother and father were there. They were proud. Proud of him. Proud. He was walking calmly, he was walking calmly.
He was walking calmly to his doom, while the hat sat innocently on the stool, unaware of the wreck of a person approaching it.
I open at the close.
one step forward, two backwards.
Dumbledore dropped it on his head. He meets Dumbledore's ocean-coloured gems there is no recognition in his eyes. Suspicion is there instead, albeit small, but still there brewing to the surface and all he can't do is wonder what he did to warrant such a look, and it is with cloudy thoughts the sorting hat speaks to him.
"Well, well, well, the master of death, colour me shocked, and add a dash of purple too, quite bland i am. I do think you have changed. A bit more, how shall i say it, a bit more slytherin."
"Yes, please slytherin."
"However, Hufflepuff would also be suitable."
"God no!"
"Why not?"
"Er, er Riddle and I have made a deal."
"Hmph, child, i can see in your head, no use in lying. How about Gryffindor?"
"No!"
"Well i better just put you in
SLYTHERIN"
A man, with hair that could be mistaken for snow walks to middle of the hall, he looks over to Riddle.
Whose he, Harry mouths.
Armando Dippet, the headmaster.
he looks back to Riddle and meets his eyes, electricity sparks between them.
You can't just use Legilimency on me like that, idiot!
“Hello and nice to meet you, students of Hogwarts. And for some of you in this school this is your first time here. Please be respecting of others, especially on these hard times."
What hard times?
Grindelwald.
"May the banquet begin!"
They make it to the dorms; it looks exactly as it once did.
"We better be in the same dorms Tom."
"Hogwarts pick people that would cause the least trouble in the dorms to be together. Why do you think there are not or much fights in them? Didn't you have any friends that were in the same dorms as you?"
"I-" Know that he thought of it he and Ron were in one. So we're Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle too.
"Exactly."
"Dumbledore looked at me suspiciously."
"As with me too, don't worry you aren't special."
Harry ignored him.
"Why? We did nothing.
"We woke on the day to go to Hogwarts. Our things were already packed, which means we already went shopping for Hogwarts."
Harry is stunned into silence.
"What?" Voldemort says clearly annoyed.
" I'd never think i would hear you say shopping, like at all."
"Well I did, and please focus potter at the task at hand."
"Or please." Harry says in awe.
"Shut up."
"What, no comment on that too." Voldemort mocks.
"I mean-"
"Shut. Up." Tom grouchs.
As they walk to their first class, Herbology, they talk about Dumbledore in low tones. Well as low as one can be when Harry potter is speaking.
"So you're saying D has interacted with us before, like before we got there."
"D did not appreciate me much after our first meeting, perhaps, since we were in the same room, he finds both of us strange." Voldemort explains.
"You should be a seer." Harry randomly says.
"I'm not one."
"Pretend."
"Then we can defeat Grindlewald, after he goes'omg there is a really good seer right here, ooh rhymes, then you go my friend goes wherever I go. Boom! He dead. Plus we can make money."
"TOM! HELP ME! SAVE ME! PLEASE! THE FUCKING GRASS IS EATING ME! ALERT! THE FUCKING GRASS IS EATING ME!!" Harry shouts, his screams soon rising higher than a banshee's.
"Don't worry it's just licking you." Tom manages to shout over Harry’s screams.
"IT HAS FUCKING TEETH TOM! FUCKING TEETH! AND YOU'RE EXPECTING ME TO NOT BE SWEATING ME TITS OFF! ARE YOU THE ONE WHOSE GETTING 'LICKED' TOM? ARE YOU?"
The teacher is amongst those just watching him. Professor Martins if he remembers correctly.
It takes the rest of the lesson to get Harry to leave the field of 'dangerous animals'.