Shattering Timelines

Harry bounced into the common room with a bright smile on his face. He felt like he was buzzing with energy. Nothing was going to bring him down today. Nothing. Quidditch tryouts started in two hours, and he couldn’t be more excited to be on a broom again. A half dreamy smile flickered over his face at the mere thought of being back in the air again.

“What’s got you all excited?” A voice interrupted his thoughts.

He turned to see Gwen curled up on the couch, a book in her lap. He cocked an eyebrow at her. “I’m surprised you’re talking to me.”

She winced. “That is through no fault of my own! I don’t know what you did to Lily, but she is thoroughly pissed.”

“She has a right to be,” Harry mumbled to himself.

Gwen either didn’t hear him or choose to ignore his words. “You still haven’t told me what’s got you excited today.”

Harry grinned. “Quidditch tryouts are today, Gwen! I’m finally going to be back in the air! The wind in my face, soaring through the sky…” Harry trailed off with a dreamy look on his face.

Gwen giggled at his excitement before sobering a bit. “But… what if you don’t make the team.”

“It’s not about making the team,” Harry said quietly, “It’s about flying. It’s about doing what I love.”

“Of course. You should do what you enjoy.” Gwen smiled softly before tilting her head. “I didn’t know you could fly, though. I didn’t even know you owned a broom.”

Harry froze.

“You do own a broom, don’t you, Hadrian?”

Harry gave a sheepish grin. To be honest, he had completely forgot about the broom part. He had never had to worry about having a broom before; he had always had one. And it would not be a good idea to bring out the Firebolt he had locked up in his trunk. He already had too many people suspicious of him. Flying out on a broom decades before its time would be very, very bad for him.

Gwen sighed. “How did you expect to try out if you don’t own a broom?!”

I kinda...forgot.”

“How can you forget!”

“Well, I have a broom. I just forgot that it was broken.”

Gwen gaped at him. “Broken! How can you break a broom?”

“I pushed it a bit too hard. It couldn’t go the speed I wanted it to.”

“What are you going to do now? Tryouts are in an hour. You can’t order a new broom in time.”

“I’m not sure,” Harry mumbled.

Gwen stared at him for a moment before sighing. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” she muttered to herself before saying to Harry, “I may know someone who could help you.”

Harry looked at her hopefully. “Really?”

She stood up and nodded. “Come on. You’re going to have to do a lot of groveling.”

Gwen led him to the stairway going up to the girls’ dormitory. She placed her hand on one of the stones, whispered a few words then motioned for him to follow. She walked into the seventh year dorm and called out, “We need your help, Alice.”

Harry entered the room to see Alice changing out of her uniform. “Woah! What the fuck, Gwen!? You can’t just bring up guys without telling us!” Alice hurriedly pulled on her shirt before glaring at Harry. “Especially him.”

Gwen sighed. “Come on, Alice! You know he’s not a bad guy! Just help him out a bit, that’s all I’m asking.”

“No, no, no! I am not helping him out! Lily would have my ass!”

“Alice, please. Do this as a personal favour for me.”

Harry started. “Gwen, no. It’s fine. You don’t have to call in a favor with your friend. I can figure things out on my own.”

Gwen stomped her foot. “No! I am sick and tired of all this fighting! Everyone has been on edge for the past few weeks now, and I hate it! I hate this fighting!” She turned to Alice. “And maybe if we take the first step, then we can end all of it. Lily obviously won’t let Harry take the first step, so we have to make it for her!”

Alice glanced between Harry and Gwen before huffing. “You’re right.” She glared at Harry. “But that doesn’t mean you’re entirely forgiven. Now, what do you want? And know that I’m not gonna jump through hoops for you.”

“He needs to borrow your old broom,” Gwen cut in before he could say anything.

“But, Gwen!”

“No, buts! You have an extra broom, and he needs it!”

Harry glanced uneasily between the two. “Look, it’s fine if you don’t want to let me borrow it. I understand. I’ll just ask someone else.”

“It’s not that,” Alice grumbled. “It’s just that my parents bought me a new broom over the summer since it was my last year, but Frank didn’t know about it so he bought me a broom for my birthday.”

“Ok…”

Gwen rolled her eyes. “Her problem is that Frank couldn’t afford the newest broom. He spent the summer working for just enough money for the second best broom on the market since his parents wouldn’t let him spend part of his inheritance on his girlfriend whereas her parents got her the newest broom on the market.”

“I still don’t see the problem…”

“Idiot,” Alice grumbled before explaining. “You see, I can’t go out on the broom my parents got me or else it’ll look like I’m snubbing Frank, but if I go out on the broom he gave me, I’ll be on the same playing field as everyone else. I would have the advantage if I went out on the new broom.”

“Well, it seems to me that you have to decided which is more important to you, quidditch or your boyfriend,” Harry said carefully.

“Oh.” Alice looked surprised. “I never thought of it like that.”

Harry shrugged. “I have my moments.”

Alice looked at him hesitantly for a moment before going to her trunk and pulling out two shrunken brooms. One was a polished chestnut brown broom and the other was a sleek amber colored broom. Her hands clenched the brooms tightly, her knuckles turning white. Suddenly she thrust one of her hands out and looked away from the broom.

“Here. Take it and leave.”

Harry gingerly pulled the amber broom from her clenched hand. “Thanks, Alice. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s a Starshooter 9000; you better appreciate it. Now go before I change my mind.”

Gwen smiled at the sullen girl and stood up on tiptoes to kiss her cheek. “Thanks, Alice. This means a lot to me.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Alice mumbled looking somewhat embarrassed. “Now I really do have to get ready for tryouts.”

She glanced over at Harry. “ And you do too. I’m assuming you want to try out with the rest of us, right?” Harry nodded. “Just a small tip, do whatever the fuck Potter says. I don’t care if he tells you to chase the tail of your broom like a dog; just do it. There’s always a reason for his madness, and it’ll just piss him off if you don’t listen to him.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow when he heard that tidbit of information about his father. “I thought you weren’t going to do anything to help me besides lend me a broom?”

“I’m not. I’m just trying to make sure the practice runs as smoothly as possible. It will be hell on earth if you get Potter in a mood just because you do something stupid like questioning his ability to be the captain.”

Harry nodded with a small grin. It sounded like his father was as bad as Wood when it came to quidditch. “I’ll make sure not to do anything stupid then.”

There was an awkward moment of silence as Alice stared at them expectantly. “Well? GO!”

Harry and Gwen were quickly pushed out of the dorm room before Alice slammed the door behind them. Harry glanced at Gwen slightly unnerved, but the girl merely shrugged. “It’s try out day. Everyone’s freaking out.”

Harry smiled softly and motioned to the broom in his hand. “Thank you for this, again. I really appreciate it.”

Gwen rolled her eyes. “Just do well in tryouts, okay? Don’t make this all for nothing.”

Harry chuckled. “Well if I’m going to do that, I should go practice. Will I be seeing you out in the stands?”

“Why, of course!” Gwen said playful, “But I won’t be there for you.”

Harry gasped and clutched at his chest dramatically. “You wound me so, Guinevere! I thought you cared!”

Gwen giggled. “I care about my friends, and as much as I hate it, you’re still on their bad list. Get off it, and I’ll be able to be there for you.”

Her words drug him back to reality. He couldn’t really be friends with her until he found a way to get back on Lily’s good side. “Well, I guess I’m just gonna have to convince Lily I’m not all bad aren’t I?”

“Do that and I’ll be at every one of your games. I promise.”

“Well, I better make sure I get on the team then,” Harry replied with an easy smile before loping down the stairs.

Her voice called after him as he exited the portrait hole, bringing a smile to his face. “Good luck, Hadrian!”

Harry quickly made his way to the Quidditch pitch. Now that he had a broom, he was hoping everything would work out okay. Even if he didn’t make the team, (which was a strong possibility since the Marauders hated his guts) he would still get to fly.

He got to the Quidditch field about fifteen minutes early. Some Gryffindors had already arrived, and they were either congregating in small groups or had split off to do practise drills in the air. Harry glanced around the field, but he didn’t see any of the Marauders or anyone else he knew for that matter. With a shrug, he mounted his broom and took to the air. He needed to get used to the new broom before he tried out, anyway.

 A loud laugh escaped him as soon as he was high in the air. This was exactly what he needed. A grin spread across his face slowly. “Time to see what this broom can do!”

With those words, Harry pulled the broom up into a steep climb. He went up, up, up until the people looked like ants below him and his hands started stinging from the cold wind. Suddenly, he yanked the broom out of its climb and forced it into such a steep dive that he was flying vertical to the ground. It took all the strength in his legs and arms to keep him from falling off the Starshooter, but it was worth it. The wind howled as the ground seemed to grow larger and larger until all he could see was the expanse of green grass. At the last moment, before he collided with the ground, Harry pulled it out of the dive, making a mental note of how the broom shuddered at the abuse. He then did a series of rolls, loops, and drills as fast as he could in order to get a feel for the different broom before switching to his regular routine before a practice or game.

“OI! YOU BY THE HOOPS!” Harry paused in his flight. He was the only one even near the quidditch hoops. “YES, YOU! GET DOWN HERE NOW OR YOU WON’T GET TO TRYOUT!”

Harry immediately turned tail and flew back to the group of people on the ground. As he got closer, he realized it must have been either James or Sirius who had yelled at him. They were standing at the very front of the group of nervous students, staring up at him expectantly. He watched as their faces turned from excited curiosity to frustrated anger when they realized who exactly had been flying so well. Sheepishly, Harry landed in front of them, running a hand through his hair out of nervous habit. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

Sirius looked as if he was fighting back a sneer, but James simply rolled his eyes. “Back of the line, Slytherin. You can show off then.”

Harry nodded and hurried to the back of the group, trying to ignore how a few of the younger years were staring at him in awe.

“All right you lot!” James called out, “I’m going to split you up into four groups! Keepers first, Chasers second, Beaters third, and Seekers fourth. Now get into your groups!”

The Gryffindors scrambled to comply, each trying to get to whichever group they were in. All except for one fourth year. He hesitantly raised his hand and tried to get James’ attention. Sirius noticed him first. “You there! What do you want?”

“Um, what if you want to try out for two different positions? I’d like to be a Chaser, but I know I probably won’t make it but I’m also a pretty good Keeper so….”

James looked at him appraisingly. “Chasers will be trying out first then Keepers, Beaters, and Seekers. If you don’t make Chasers, you can try out for Keeper.” James turned his attention to the rest of the group. “That goes for all of you!”
The boy nodded and scurried off to the group of wannabe Chasers. “All right, Chasers! Sirius will lead you through some warm up drills to check your speed and mobility. Then you’ll have a practise match where Savanah and Samuel,” James nodded over to two sixth years in the Keeper who looked as if they were twins. Harry assumed they were the team’s Keeper and backup Keeper last year. “Will be guarding the hoops.”

“Me, Sirius, and Remus,” James pointed up to the stands where Harry saw two small figures sitting at the very top of the stands. Harry raised an eyebrow at that. The figures were surely Remus and the rat, but why wasn’t Pettigrew helping? “Will be watching you lot. You’ll be graded on your skills, teamwork, and attitude. If you are bad at one of these but good at the other two, we will take that into consideration. I wish the best of luck to all of you.”

The group nodded uneasily before taking to the air. Harry carefully assessed the people in the air. It was obvious who had been on the team before. They effortlessly followed Sirius’ lead and seemed to predict each other’s moves. He could also see a few hidden gems, though, who had the potential to be better than some of the old members. All they would need was a bit of critiquing and practice and they would be quite the team. Harry just wondered if James would see it or stick with the old members.

Harry glanced up at the stands where could see the Marauders huddled together surely debating who to keep and who to cut. Suddenly, he heard a faint whistle from the stands and a call to land. The group of Chasers landed, huddling together and nervously glancing at each other. The tension rose during the few minutes that it took for James and Sirius to get down from the stands. It reached its peak when they finally reached the group.

“We have made our decisions,” James said as he pulled at a muggle clipboard. Harry couldn’t help but wonder where he got it from. “This year's Chasers will be Alice,” Harry saw her grin with relief. “Henry,” The fifth year boy whom Harry thought had the most potential visibly had to force himself from jumping up and down. “And me.” Nobody  contested the fact that he hadn’t tried out.

“What?!?” a sixth year boy with shocking blond hair called out in shock. Harry looked at him appraisingly. The boy was the other Chaser Harry had guessed had been on the team. Evidently, he was not pleased with the change in hierarchy.

James glared at him before continuing. “Kathleena, Dennis, and Chris,” James put extra emphasis on the boy’s name as he glared at him. “You will be on the backup team unless you want to try out for another position. Does anybody want to change?”

The three hesitantly shook their heads, Chris more out of anger than the others.

“All right then! Next up are Keepers!”

And so it went on for the next forty-five minutes. A group would do drills for several minutes before James and Sirius would come down to announce the people who made the cut.  The crowd began to weed itself out leaving only the small group of hopeful Seekers and the people who made the cut. The shy fourth year who had dared to ask James a question at the beginning of tryouts made Keeper much to his excitement, and Sirius and Marlene made Beaters. Now all that were left was a mismatched group of  four Seekers. Besides Harry, there was a tiny third year girl that had an air of determination around her, a stocky fifth year boy who seemed extremely cocky for someone with the wrong build for a seeker, and a silent, slender sixth year boy. Harry had a feeling that he would be the one he would have to look out for.

“All right, so next up are Seekers! You guys are going to be doing a mini game between the four of you. I’m going to be releasing fifteen snitches into the air for you to catch.” Sirius began to hand out bags to each of the Seekers. “You should attach these to your brooms. Once you’ve caught a snitch you can put it in the bag. You will be graded on your speed, attitude, and the amount of balls you catch. Good luck.” With that, James opened the small box of snitches and watched as they scattered. He waited a few minutes before ordering them to mount their brooms. “Three…two…one...GO!”

Harry immediately took to the sky, ignoring the other Seekers and going to his favorite spot on the pitch where he believed he had the best vantage point.He began scanning the field for any tiny glimpse of gold. The first year (Jenna?) and the cocky kid were flitting about the field seeming to chase every flicker of light they saw. The other boy, though, he was sitting stock still in the middle of the field. Harry was right. This was the one he would have to look out for.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He immediately turned his broom and chased after the snitch. The Starshooter was slower than what he was used to, but it was slowly gaining on the offending snitch. The snitch zigged and zagged before finally zooming up in a sharp incline. Harry followed in suit slowly but surely inching towards it. With a final burst of speed, Harry snatched the snitch out of the air. One down.

He turned back and headed back to the pitch. Jenna and the boy he didn’t like were still flitting about the pitch like before, but the silent boy had moved positions. Harry’s eyes narrowed. His bag had been moved too; he must have caught a snitch as well. Harry growled in frustration. It was time to step it up.

In the next few minutes, Harry caught not one, not two, not three but four snitches. Harry grinned victoriously. Now if he could only catch one more, he would win. Suddenly, he saw a flicker of gold. He turned to face it before freezing. A snitch was flitting around behind the silent boy’s head. If Harry rushed after it, the boy would notice it and reach the snitch before Harry could even hope to catch it. Harry slowly began to float closer and closer to the other boy, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible. He edged as close to the boy as he could before he yanked his broom around and went after the snitch. The other boy shouted in surprise as Harry rushed past him, almost knocking him off his broom. The boy immediately chased after him, but Harry ignored him, focusing entirely on the snitch before him.

The snitch moved erratically, trying to throw the boys of its trail. The two Seekers soon caught the attention of the younger Seekers, and they joined the chase as well. The snitch suddenly pulled up into a steep, almost vertical incline causing the Seekers to follow. Harry inched forward until he had almost caught when it dropped and started heading towards the ground. Harry turned his broom sharply, ignoring the shrill shrieks of the younger years as he barreled past them. The silent boy had been smart enough to get out of his way.

 The snitch continued in its steep dive heading straight for the ground. Quickly they got closer and closer to the ground. As the ground rushed towards them, Harry could feel the other Seekers getting tense. The silent boy drew closer to Harry until they were almost neck and neck. Finally, it became too much for the younger Seekers and they pulled back. It was only him and the other boy now.

Harry slowly inched closer to the snitch until finally, he could almost touch it. The ground was getting dangerously close. A few more seconds and it would be too late, and he would crash into the ground. The other boy came to his senses and pulled away from the chase before he crashed into the ground, but Harry pushed a bit further until he snatched the snitch out of the air. He hurriedly tried to pull the broom up, but it was weaker than his own and shuddered violently at the extreme pull on its magic. He was barely able to pull it horizontal to the ground so he didn’t crash before tumbling softly onto the grass, the broom landing beside him. Harry stared up at the sky in a daze before laughing.

A sharp whistle sounded from the stands signaling for the rest of the Seekers to land. Harry ignored the resounding thuds and continued to lay on the ground. Suddenly a shadow appeared over him. Harry blinked and turned towards the offending figure.

“That was a good bit of flying you did up there, Emrys.”

Harry grinned up at the boy who had evidently broken his vow of silence. “Thanks! You flew really well too.” He paused cocking his head. “What’s your name?”

The boy smiled a small smile. “Michael. My name's Michael.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Michael.”

Harry was about to continue when he was stopped by a frustrated voice. “A-hem.”

Harry almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a male version of Umbridge. He twisted onto his stomach to see who had interrupted. James and Sirius were standing in front of him. He could immediately tell who had interrupted. While James was looking down at him with a somewhat professional look on his face, Sirius was seething.

James looked at the seekers expectantly. “Give me and Sirius your bags and we’ll start counting the snitches.”

The Seekers scrambled to untie their bags from their brooms before handing them to James. The snitch in Harry’s hand fluttered weakly as he shoved it into his bag and handed it to James. Once he had all the bags, James divided them between Sirius and himself. The Seekers waited anxiously as they counted. Eventually, the two finished counting and Sirius returned his two bags and whispered the numbers to James. James nodded and turned back to the seekers.

“We’ve counted the snitches. Emrys-Slytherin came in the lead with five snitches.” Harry grinned. “Michael came in second with four snitches. Jenna and Zack,” So, that’s what the cocky kid’s name was! “Tied for third with three balls each.”

Harry smiled happily. He had made the team! Maybe he would be able to convince the Marauders he wasn’t all bad. Since he was on the team-- “Don’t rejoice yet, though,” James said as he looked down at his clipboard. “Slytherin and Michael tied for the spot of Seeker.”

Harry’s heart immediately fell. So, that’s how they were going to play it. Michael looked over at Harry in confusion at the announcement before turning to James. “Um, how are we tied? Don’t get me wrong; I appreciate the second chance, but Emrys is clearly the better flier and he caught more snitches, so I’m not quite sure how we tied.”

James opened his mouth to answer but Sirius cut in. “We’re not sure he has the right...temperament for the position.”

James glared at Sirius before taking control of the conversation once more. “We’ll be putting the two of you through a series of tests. Whoever does the best will get the position and the other will be the backup. Understood?”

The two nodded. “Okay, then…” James glanced down at his clipboard, although it seemed like he was trying to avoid the situation rather that looking at whatever was written on it. “The test will be...defense. How well will each of you handle the other team if they start to specifically target you.”

Harry tensed. He did not like where this was going. If it was any other people, Harry wouldn’t have thought twice about this (After all, Oliver had made them do worse things in the name of winning), but these were people who didn’t like him no matter how much he wanted them to.

James paused for a moment before continuing. “I’ll release one snitch in the air and you’ll have to catch it while Chris and...Sirius try to block you.” Chris, the chaser who had been cut from the starting line up, perked up and got a violent look in his eyes. “The two of you won’t be judged by how fast you catch the snitch, but by how you handle the defense.”

Harry and Michael nodded nervously before mounting their brooms. James released the snitch and blew his whistle. The four quidditch players immediately took to the air, Michael and Harry splitting apart to separate ends of the field. Harry winced when he saw Sirius make a beeline for him.

He immediately flew as high as he could, trying to get some altitude, but Sirius was hot on his tail. He went through a series of loops and turns, but Sirius was steadily gaining. Harry tried to make a sharp turn when suddenly, something slammed into the back of his broom, putting him into a tailspin. It took all the strength he had to pull it out of its insane spin just in time to see Sirius dive after him. Harry squeaked (although he would never admit it) and went into a steep dive in order to escape the beater. He flew as close to the ground as he dared in hopes of getting Sirius to back off a bit before snapping his broom up and spreading to the stands. When he turned back to see how far away Sirius was, the beater had disappeared completely.

Harry looped around the stands, making sure to keep an eye out for the snitch and Sirius at the same time. He shook his head. This would never work. He would never get the chance to look for the snitch if he constantly had to be worrying about getting knocked off his broom. A flash of movement caught his eyes and Harry turned to see Michael do series of complicated spins and rolls while trying to get rid of Chris. Harry smiled. At least he wasn't the only one struggling.

Suddenly, he saw a flicker of gold out of the corner of his eye. Harry immediately turned his broom and took after it. It was better to end this test sooner rather than later. He trailed the snitch around the field, not noticing the second shadow he had gained. Harry was just about to reach out for the snitch when something slammed into him from above. Harry’s broom dropped several feet before he could pull it back up.

Harry growled and glanced up at what hit him. Sirius smirked down at him with a pleased look on his. Shaking his head, Harry decided to ignore him for now and go after the snitch. The sooner he caught the snitch the sooner this whole game would end. Harry shot after the snitch and followed it when it went into a steep incline. Harry flew up, up, up until the people on the field below him looked like ants and the air got cold. Slowly but surely, he gained on the snitch until he could reach out and snatch it out of the air.

Just as his hand grabbed the snitch, Sirius slammed into the back of his broom as hard as he could sending Harry careening to the ground in a deadly spiral. The world spun spun as Harry tried to pull the broom out of its descent. If this broom was his Firebolt, he would have been able to get it under control in a few minutes, but this was a Starshooter he wasn’t familiar with. The older broom didn’t have the mobility or control his Firebolt had, causing Harry to be unable to stop his tumble to the ground. Harry barely got the broom to slow its descent before he was forced to abandon ship and jump from the broom before he crashed into the ground.

“Umpf!” Harry winced when all the air left him at once when he hit the ground. He mentally checked over himself to make sure he wasn’t seriously injured before shrugging it off and carefully standing. Harry groaned when he stood up straight he was going to be a walking bruise tomorrow.

Suddenly, he heard a shout and he turned to see James and the rest of the quidditch team running towards him. Alice reached him first.

“Are you alright?! You must have fallen from five hundred feet up! Are you hurt? Any broken bones? Do you need to go to the hospital wing--”

James cut her off. “Did you catch the snitch?”

Harry narrowed his eyes but lifted his hand to reveal the weakly fluttering snitch clenched in his fist. Harry thought he saw a faint smile flicker over James’ lips but it was gone before he could be sure.

“Ok, then, I think--” James stopped when Sirius landed beside him.

“We need to do it again,” Sirius said without preamble.

James blinked at Sirius in shock. “What? But--”

“We. Need. To. Do. It. Again,” Sirius said with a deadpan look on his face.

“Sirius-”

“Again!”

James sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He glared over at Sirius but nevertheless said, “Okay, they’ll do it again.”

Harry barely contained his growl of frustration and anger as he released the snitch.

And that is how Harry ended up almost falling to his death a second time in one day. Fifteen minutes after the declaration that the Seekers would go through the drill again, Harry limped back to the group and dropped the snitch in James' hand with a blank look on his face. He noticed James flinch slightly when he saw the cut above Harry’s eyebrow from where Sirius had elbowed him in this round of ‘Let’s knock Harry off his broom!’.

A moment later, Sirius landed beside them once again, albeit this time he was out of breath. “Again.”

A deadly expression flickered across James' face. “You can’t be serious!”

“Again.”

“No,” James shook his head. “I will not allow this to continue. You almost killed him, Padfoot! Plus, at least have the shite you pulled on him would get us kicked out of a real match.”

James turned to Harry. “You’re on the team. Michael will be backup.”

Sirius looked at James in surprise. “Prongs--”

“Save it! I’m the captain of this team and I make the final decision! Emrys is on the team!”

Sirius’ face took an ugly red color before he stormed off the field. James sighed and turned back to see the entire team staring at him in shock. James growled. “What are you waiting for? Get out of here! Practice starts next Monday!”

And with that James left the field. The rest of the team slowly began to disperse, but all Harry could do was stand there. He was shaking with rage. He couldn’t believe Sirius would be this-this-this hateful! Hell, his own godfather could have killed him!

“Hadrian?”

Siri could have killed him just because he didn’t like the fact he was supposedly related to Slytherin.

“Hadrian, are you alright?”

How would he have reacted if Harry had been placed in Slytherin in his first year?

“Hadrian, answer me!”

Harry took off running, trying to avoid his own thoughts.