Okay so, this happened because I was watching Ouran High and I kept thinking 'I wish my characters were more fleshed out, I barely know what character type is who!' then my brain said 'you're only 5 chapters in, why not just rewrite it?' and after attempting to check with my editor (love ya Sparky), waiting maybe 5 minutes (sorry Sparky), checking with my brother to see if he thought I could pull it off - I decided to rewrite it. Kind of because I know I've skipped things I shouldn't have as well and I feel like "Isn't This Meant To Be Impossible" deserves better.

And on that note, I've also not given up on "Darker Souls". Its rewrite is still in progress and, once I have it up to date, I will be replacing all of its chapters. Like with this one. Though it's a bit harder as I'm trying to write out a story plan for that one first since I've totally lost its momentum. I'm building it from the ground up.

Don't... don't ask about "a life with magic", please. I'm not sure where I stand on that story yet. I don't want to scrap it since it has gained traction (a little) but it's up in the air.

And now, to the actual story...

(but first, Sparky gave me their blessing to do this maybe 5000 words into writing this chapter so... yay! Definitely getting this done! Double-blessings = best blessings)

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry shouted, pointing his wand at the dementor's face. The hooded figure drew back with a shriek as the large hawk shot from his wand, retreating out of the tunnel. Seeing another in the corner of his vision, Harry turned his wand on the second dementor hovering above his cousin; it too fled the tunnel.

Harry sighed as warmth began to return, the chill of the night still clinging to his skin but the unnatural chill had left. Which meant he'd managed to scare them off for now.

Looking around, Harry saw his Holly and Phoenix wand sitting innocently nearby. Harry bent down to pick it up as his hawk flew in lazy circles. Sighing as the familiar warmth of his holly ran up his arm, Harry moved over to Dudley, helping the shaken teen sit up. "Dudley," - Harry said, gently slapping his cheeks, "Dudley, you with me?"

"Ha...rry…" - Dudley muttered, staring past him with lost eyes. Harry sighed.

"Right, you're out for the count," - Harry muttered. "Alright, up you get," - Harry said, hoisting Dudley up over his back. Wincing as a wave of dizziness came over him, "ugh," - Harry groaned to himself, pulling a face as he tasted something vile creep up his throat. "Oh I do not miss void-sickness," He muttered.

"You best get home quickly, Harry, they might come back," a voice said, startling Harry. Turning around he blinked at Mrs Figg.

"Mrs Figg? Did you...?" - Harry trailed off. Did she know what dementors are? How?

"See the big mean looking cloaked fellows just now? Of course, I did. Now hurry on. They might come back. And for goodness sake put that bird away!" - she scolded, shuffling forward and dragging her wheelie-bag behind her.

Harry frowned, internationally questioning why exactly Mrs Figg knew what a dementor was, let alone how she could see them. Severing the flow of magic to the Patronus charm, Harry started to move forward, Dudley's feet dragging behind him.

"Mrs Figg...who are you?" - Harry asked as they made it onto the street.

"Dumbledore didn't tell you? Oh, that man. I'm an old friend of Dumbledore. And before you ask, I'm not a witch. I'm a squib."

Why does this not surprise me? Harry thought. "I see." that man... ugh my head. I need to go to Gringotts. "Do you know why those dementors were here, Mrs Figg?"

"Afraid not, Harry. Oh, but Dumbledore will be mad I'm sure. Honestly, I haven't the foggiest what that Ministry is thinking anymore. I really don't."

Harry hummed. He wasn't sure either. But he knew one thing- Dementors didn't really think for themselves. Or, at least, that's what Alexander said when they were covering them in Defence. They didn't make choices, not really. If someone offered them a nice juicy soul, they'd go after it. Which was why they were the guards at Azkaban, regardless of how inhuman it was. They were practically starved animals.

They'd go after a soul that it was pointed to without mercy. The only way to drive one off was, of course, the Patronus Charm.

Which meant someone sent the Dementors here. With the order to take his soul. But they didn't know Harry could cast the charm, which meant Voldemort himself...no, not Voldemort. He had Wormtail on call and Wormtail must have seen Harry practising it, if not using it at the lake. The Ministry then? They were the only others Harry could think of with the authority, not to mention safety, to send them after him.

Couldn't be a high-level member though, they all learned about how Harry warded off the 100 dementors in Third year. So, a mid-to-high rank. Someone that underestimated the Boy-Who-Lived...

Though, this brings to mind...Voldemort. Harry mentally winced. What happened? I thought we'd made progress...

"Harry?" - Mrs Figg asked, bringing Harry out of his thoughts, "you best get inside, dear. I'm sure Dumbledore will be by to pick you up in no time."

"Ah... of course..." Harry turned towards Number 4. Ah, I'm going to get yelled at for this. I just know it.

"Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August, into offences committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the International Statute of Secrecy by Harry James Potter, a resident at number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. Court Scribe, Percy Ignatius Weasley —"

"Witness for the Defence, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." Harry turned in his seat as Dumbledore entered the courtroom. Wow, he looked old. It was so weird. One day he was somewhat-young if grey (by Wizards standards) and now he looked like a strong wind could turn him into dust.

"Rejected," Harry threw in, ignoring Dumbledore and turning back to the Minister of Magic "and falsifies on multiple statements just made."

Cornelius looked down his nose at Harry "I'm sorry?"

"You should be," Harry said, taking a deep breathe and channeling his inner Tom and Abraxas, crossing one of his legs over his other knee, Harry folded his hands over his legs and smiled at the Minster. "One - my name is not Harry Potter but rather Hadrian Frye. Changed legally by the goblins on the 13th of August, this year, after claiming my right of heir in my bloodlines. Two - My place of residence is not Number 4 Privet Drive but rather the Potter Estate in Scotland, legally changed on the 13th of August, this year. Three - Albus Dumbledore is unable to represent me in this hearing, as he was not in Little Whinging at the time, nor have I even talked to him in the time since. Thus, I reject him as being my witness and will instead be representing myself," - Harry quick fired, "with that cleared up - please, continue."

"Ah... then... without further adieu, your crimes, Mr. Po- Frye, records show that you not only used underage magic but also used magic in front of a muggle, the patronus charm was used at 7.59pm on the 12 of August. Is this true?"

"Completely false," Harry stated confidently, "and even if I had used underage magic, the secondary charge of using magic in front of a muggle is completely out of line. Assuming I had, it would have been in front of my cousin, and cousin alone, and he is already aware of magic."

Amelia Bones leaned forward, "You can prove that you did not cast magic on the 12th then, Mr. Frye?"

"That is correct," Harry drew his Holly wand, " I believe there is a spell you can use to check if any magic has been used recently, no? Check for yourself."

Amelia accio'd Harry's wand to her and cast the spell. "He speaks the truth, no magic has been used with this wand since the holidays started. And according to our records from Ollivander, this is the only wand Mr. Frye owns."

"Impossible!" - a woman called from the stands, Harry turned his attention to see a dot of pink in the sea of plum and maroon. "Mr. Potter has already stated that our records are wrong with his name and place of residence, he could very well own another wand and have had used it!"

Harry tilted his head to the side innocently. "Madam, I assure you I do not. And I changed my name and place of residence on the 13th. Should I have gotten a wand, I would have gotten it again, on the 13th. In which case, I would not have been able to use it on the 12th. To do so would certainly be impossible, unless you think me capable of casting the Patronus charm . A charm many adult mages are still unable to cast, wandlessly?" - Harry said before turning his attention back to the Minister. "As you can see, Lord Minister, undeniable proof that I did not cast magic, let alone in front of a muggle, on the 12th of August."

The Minister frowned but even if he hated Harry, he couldn't push further. It was solid proof against the charges. "All in favor of dropping all charges against Mr. Frye, please, raise your wands," - he called. And Harry's shoulders relaxed, as nearly everyone in the hall raised their wands.

"Those against?" Miss Pink and a few others raised their wands but it was still a landslide in Harry's favor. In the corner of his eye, he noticed Lucius didn't raise his. And likely, hadn't raised it for either. Harry's attention returned to the Minister as he brought his hammer down. "All charge's against Hadrian James Frye are hereby dropped. You are free to go."

Harry smiled and stood, giving a low bow and quickly leaving the room, after getting his wand from Madam Bones- he needed to get near to Lucius. He should have been paying more attention in the courtroom to see if the man had reacted to Harry's new name. As it was, Harry didn't think the man would be on his trial.

"Lord Malfoy!" Harry called, lightly jogging to catch up with the pale-haired man, "a word if you would, Lord Malfoy."

Lucius turned to face Harry with a mild look of confusion on his face and surprise behind his eyes. Harry straightened at once, pulling every inch of Gryffindor inside and channeling the Slytherin leader Tom had helped him become. "Lord Malfoy. This may seem odd but do you at all recognize my name? Hadrian Frye that is, not Potter."

Lucius' confusion doubled "I'm afraid I do not, Heir Frye, beyond its representation as a whole." Lucius said respectively. Harry frowned but nodded.

"I see, thank you, Lord Malfoy," Harry said, turning on his heel. Just as he was about to completely turn, however, he remembered something Abraxas once told him. Turning back Harry considered for a moment- Abraxas was his best friend, however, things ended up in time. Abraxas was a dear and important friend to him... "Lord Malfoy. The Malfoy's get their pure-hair from an old french Banshee line, do they not?"

Lucius' eyes widened slightly, "they do." he said softly "Though it's not common knowledge. How did you come across this?"

Harry smiled. "It was written on the petal of a white rose," Harry replied. Repeating the code Abraxas had shared with him- a family secret only given to very trusted people they didn't share blood with considering the words were actually written on a family heirloom. A crystal rose. Not even Tom was allowed to know the secret "Lord Malfoy. I have gained many secrets this summer. One such is a promise I give to you, your son and your wife," - Harry said seriously. "I won't let Voldemort destroy you. I'll protect you from him before the war is over." feeling safe in the knowledge that his words would be protected under the fidelius that kept the knowledge safe.

Lucius frowned, clearly torn between asking Harry what he meant and asking Harry what connection he had to the Malfoy name. "How, why?" - the man finally settled on asking. Harry felt a little bad. For shatterling the man's mask in public. but ... no matter what Abraxas was his friend. The least he could do was protect his child.

Harry smiled again, "Don't you know? I'm the only one born who belongs completely to Lord Voldemort, past and present. So long as I am in the picture, I can shield everyone else from his gaze. And as to why... let's just say, it is a courtesy to an old friend." as he left he heard Lucius mutter the last part of the 'secret'.

Harry swiftly turned on his heel, finding Arthur in the crowd and making up some excuse about getting swept away by the flow of people.

He wasn't sure exactly what was going on but one thing was sure - no one seemed to remember Harry going back in time. The Goblins were unsure what was going on, though supportive. Lucius had no idea Harry had once been friends with his father, and the Portrait of Walburga Black in the Black family home didn't recognize him, so, it was safe to say Voldemort wouldn't know him either. Not beyond his plot to kill him at least.

So...if all of this was fact. Then what the hell happened? Where did his year in Slytherin go? What happened to his Tom and the rest of their friends?

Harry smiled as he watched Ron circle the room, retelling the same things about his new broom to anyone that would listen. Honestly, Harry started to tune him out after the 4th time but he was glad Ron was happy.

"You seem content, Harry," - Sirius said, leaning on the wall beside him, "you're different from when we meet last year too."

Harry hmm'd. "Maybe that dementor attack snapped some sense into me?" - Harry offered before wincing, eyeing his godfather out of the corner of his eye. "Sorry. That was a bad joke."

Sirius laughed. "It's alright, pup. Though, I have to wonder. I thought you'd be more bitter over Ron getting chosen as Prefect."

Harry shrugged. "It's Dumbledore's choice who gets Prefect status. And to be honest, it wouldn't benefit me right now. Not only would it confine me more, it would give me very little sway. And with the current hate rolling around me, it would be wasted," - Harry said, "besides, even if I did want it, I did this to myself. I rejected Dumbledore at my trial. And if there's one thing Dumbledore - I mean, I'm sure Dumbledore wasn't very happy with me going off on my own like that. If I didn't have such a solid plan, I would have been expelled."

Both Godfather and Godson winced as Walburga's shout broke through the bubble of the party. "Damn it, Tonks," Sirius muttered, moving to go intercept the portrait before she went on for too long.

Harry moved quicker. "I'll deal with it, Sirius, you go get some butter bear or something," Harry said, quickly weaving through the crowd

Harry waved Tonks into the room before standing in front of the bellowing portrait, watching Walburga rant unimpressed. "And what would Tom say about you ranting and raving about half-bloods in such an ugly manor?"

Walburga's mouth snapped shut, regarding Harry with suspicion, "what are you talking about boy?"

"Tom Riddle," - Harry replied, "the half-blood boy you adopted when you were still a student. Don't you remember him? He'd be awfully hurt to hear you speaking in such a way. You know he was sensitive about his blood too. No matter how much he hid it."

Walburga glared. "That child brought nothing but death and destruction on this family! He and all his kind can go rot for all I care!"

Harry's wand was in his hand in an instant, pointing at the painting, "one more word against him and I'll burn you to ashes. I don't care much for Voldemort. In fact, I'd prefer it if he dropped dead this second. But Tom is your Lord and I won't allow you to speak ill of him."

Walburga's eyes narrowed, "what do you care? He was before your time. He is long dead. Lost to that beast they call a Dark Lord, his first victim," she spat. Harry's grip around his wand tightened.

"So you admit that it was Voldemort that cursed this family and not Tom?" - Harry questioned.

Walburga huffe, "Dark Lord, Riddle. It matters not. They're the same person in the end."

"Tom wouldn't kill," - Harry shot back, "he was cruel and stiff and awkward around people, he hated many but he wouldn't kill them. Harm, yes. But he'd never take that last step. That is all Voldemort," - Harry said. "See sense, Walburga, remember who you used to be - this hateful self isn't the Walburga the Slytherin House once loved. This is what Voldemort made you. But don't let him win. Don't let him destroy anymore than he already has." Walburga pursed her lips and stayed quiet. Harry flicked his wand and closed the curtains.

"It was Voldemort that destroyed us, Walburga," - Harry said softly, "vengeance consumed him. It wasn't Tom that did all this. This pain wasn't what Tom wanted. All he wanted was a family."

"Then why wasn't that enough for him?" - Walburga's voice said through the curtains.

Harry lowered his wand, slipping it into his pocket. I wish I knew - Harry thought, turning on his heel and walking up the stairs. But at least he knew now- it had been a gamble. Putting on old family ties. But Tom was still Tom. at least until he'd become Voldemort. His first victim indeed .

The next morning Harry woke as the sun rose, light streaming into the room. Taking his potion to help remove the damage void-travel did to him, before looking around the room. Brows raising at the tidy room, dust free and repaired. "It seems she listened to me," - Harry said to himself, getting up and dressing before walking out of the room. Leaving Ron to wake up by himself.

Closing the door behind him, Harry found the rest of the house similarly repaired and cleaned. Moving down the stairs, Harry saw that even the house elf heads were removed and Walburga's Portrait curtains sat open. The woman herself calmly drinking tea.

"You remind me a lot of him," - Walburga said, when he paused in front of her. "Why?" - she asked.

Harry shrugged. "I was told when I was 12 I was a lot like him. And..." - Harry sighed, leaning against the stair-rail. "Don't tell anyone but, during the summer, I traveled back in time. Back to that time. Back to him," Harry said softly "we became so close. I think I ended up becoming a second leader to him in the end. But I didn't see it for a long time. I was too busy being friends with them all. The Gryffindor in me i suppose."

"I see... that would explain it. Your magic is tangled with remains from Tom's," Walburga said, "it helped me remember. I didn't want to accept that Voldemort existed," - she continued, "but he did, does... I wanted to believe that it was Tom. I think it hurt less. I allowed him to destroy my family. To twist it into something evil. It hurt less to think that it was my first son that did that. Not the murderer that took him away from me. Then stole all my other children as well."

"Except for Sirius." Harry offered.

Walburga gave a bitter laugh, "oh no, I pushed him away myself." Walburga's grip around the teacup tightened. "But even with that, I couldn't protect him from that man. He suffered in Azkaban for years. Or so I hear. Just as i caused my children to suffer for years. My nieces. My nephews."

Harry's wished he could comfort the portrait more. "Sirius' time in Azkaban... That wasn't you, 'Burga, that was Peter. He's the one that betrayed my parents. He's the one that framed Sirius."

Walburga gave Harry a sad smile. "Ah, but I'm the one that took away his family first. If it wasn't for that, I doubt he'd have been so extreme in trying to catch the rat."

"He would have," Harry said softly, "Sirius loves like it's his lifeline, just like Orion. Even if he'd had a proper family, he would have loved James and Lily just as fiercely. Would have gone after Peter just the same. It wasn't you that condemned him to Azkaban," - Harry said, "if anything we can both blame Dumbledore for his suffering. Dumbledore could have gotten him out at any time. But he didn't."

Walburga scoffed, "Of course he didn't. Dumbledore only looks after those loyal to him."

"Or that are of use to him," Harry added.

Walburga laughed before calming again and taking another sip of tea. "So, do you plan on returning to our Lord? Mr Time Traveler" she asked.

Harry sighed. "To be honest. I'd love to," - Harry said softly, "but there's no way I can- not only can I not cross the void again without extremely bad consciences, I'd never been able to pin his position. Plus everyone expects me to deal with Voldemort. When I accidentally ended up there, it would have been fine- it wasn't my choice to abandon the war. But if I went back now, it would be. I don't think I could live with that."

"That's so disgustingly Gryffindor I might barf," - Walburga said in a deadpan, making Harry laugh. "Do you think he'll let you go then?" - Walburga asked, "if he truly brought you in as close as you say. I doubt Tom will just leave you unchecked."

Harry shrugged. "This is Tom we're talking about, 'Burga, when exactly has he acted as expected." Harry looked down at the bracelet he'd received from Abraxas at Christmas- they weren't friends yet but the Slytherin made a habit of giving everyone in the house a small gift to promote good relations between families. Even Harry. "Is it selfish of me to hope he doesn't though? Is it wrong to hope he comes to find me?" he whispered.

Walburga was about to reply, when Sirius' door slammed open, startling them both. "What the hell is going on?!" the man shouted, looking around wildly until his eyes settled on Harry and Walburga. At which point he promptly dropped into a dead faint.

"Oh dear," - Walburga muttered, trying her best to see her son from her portrait, "is he okay?"

"I think he passed out from the shock," Harry replied, moving up the stairs and kneeling over his godfather, "...eh, he'll be fine. With any luck, he'll have inherited Orion's hard skull," Harry muttered, gently slapping his Godfather's cheeks. "Hello~ Sirius, wake up. Earth to Sirius, come in Sirius," Harry drawled in amusement.

"Harry," Hermione said over the table. The various adults in the room were all trying to figure out what happened to Walburga and Kreacher to urge them to clean the house and turn it into a more grey space. Even the boggart had been removed- House Elves really could do anything if they set their minds to it. No wonder Walburga had been so fond of them. "I've been meaning to ask but- has your sense of style changed?"

Of course, no one considered asking Harry if he knew anything about the house. Even Sirius who saw him speaking to the Portrait didn't seem to think Harry would know anything. "What do you mean Hermione?"

Ginny perked up from where she was playing with butter bear corks from the party last night. "Your shirts and pants have changed. Your hair is tidy and you just seem more put together," the red hair offered, shifting to glare at the twins when they gave her looks. "What? I'm not obsessed, just observant."

Harry chuckled. "I figured it was time for a better look- the orphan thing I had going on was good before I was actually willing to dip into my trust fund, but if I don't dress the part people will continue to walk over me," - Harry replied, "I had a friend help me over the summer fix up my wardrobe." And by that he meant Abraxas, Alexander and Felix had kidnapped him to Hogsmeade one day and restyled him since he didn't have any casual wear. And when he'd gotten back and changed his name he'd decided to get his new look back.

Tight black and white shirts, button downs in various shades of green, red and a few white, a fluffy parka he'd seen in muggle London and couldn't resist buying, one light-themed single-breasted suit, one dark, a black tux, black-semi formal pants, jeans, a few scarfs, dress shoes, boots, joggers, and a new bag for school he'd gotten enchanted with feather light and expanded space.

"That friend also helped me tame my hair." And by that he meant Walburga had sat him in front of a mirror and taught him how to work it to a point it looked more 'controlled messy' than 'I just sat through a tornado messy'. She'd gotten him to grow it out closer to Bill's length and taught him how to style it.

"It looks good," Hermione smiled. Harry smiled back. Ron stewed to the side.

"You prepared for all your duties as Prefects?" - Harry asked towards both Hermione and Ronald, trying to get that pout off his friends face "you're going to lose a lot of study time."

"You think?" Hermione asked, worried.

Harry nodded, "Prefects have rotated patrols at nights until 10 pm. So, that's night studying cut. And younger students come to you for help a lot, you'll get stopped in the halls quite a bit. Especially, you, Hermione. Teachers may also ask you to help set up classes or mark work."

Hermione bit her lip, "Oh no, I mean- I'm happy that students and teachers will depend on me but if my grades drop!"

Harry hushed Hermione."Its okay, if you get to stressed out, I'll help- with teachers or students," Harry winked, "I've caught up on a lot of my studies, I think you'll be impressed."

In an instant Hermione straightened, looking seriously at Harry. "Pop quiz. To see if you're telling the truth," Hermione shot at him.

Harry laughed, leaning forward on his elbows. "Bring it on, Miss Granger," - Harry said with a smirk. He should have expected it really. Hermione was the bookworm.

Hermione regarded Harry with suspicion for a moment before they began. For the next hour and a half, Hermione shot every question she could think of at Harry, utterly flawed as he got nearly every one right. Meanwhile, Harry was thanking the high heavens Tom saw it fit to educate him even in things that weren't on his class lists.

Harry stared at the roof while laying on his bed, nearby Ron snored-on totally oblivious to Harry quietly stressing.

He'd managed to keep his changes to a minimum in the small area that was 12 Grimmauld Place, avoiding anyone thinking that something extreme had happened over the summer but...the school was a different story.

Harry closed his eyes and turned on his side- would he be able to keep up with the Gryffindor act? Would he be trapped by the memories of Tom and the others? Would he be able to play off any new habits?

Would he be able to stand the nightmares without having Tom there too? Abraxas or Felix? Walburga and her sweet and comforting hot chocolate?

Would he start missing them more than he already was?

Groaing and cursing to himself Harry rolled off his bed. Grabbing his more recent Weasley's jumper from the end of the bed, he slipped it on before slipping from the room.

Making his way to the kitchen, quietly moving past Walburga's portrait, Harry made himself a hot chocolate before heading to the music room he'd found a few days prior (when he was totally not looking for somewhere to vent).

Harry let his shoulders lose their tension as he mostly closed the door to the room behind him, leaving it every so slightly ajar to prevent the loud click. Moving to pick up a guitar, Harry made sure it was tuned correctly before taking a seat and playing whatever came to mind.

Harry didn't sleep that night, instead playing well into the dawn, working on a song he hadn't thought of since he first travelled in time. Finally playing the song as the rest of the house began to wake.

All I know, all I've ever known
Is I stand alone, I stand all alone
I am here on my own

With this weight upon my chest...how can I keep breathing?
Just let the darkening rain wash away the pain...please

While I am trapped here, with shadows closing in on me
Is there still beauty in this world that could comfort me?
Though I yearn to believe
There's no way it could be

All that I am, broken and a worthless mistake
Wondering just how many tears will this world take?
Ringing out through the void
Is a voice that's calling me

Even if I wanted to die, nothing would change
Noone would be waiting for me, always the same
All I know, all I've ever known
Is I stand alone, I stand all alone
I am here on my own

So caught up in his music, Harry neither saw a slip of long red hair disappear from the door nor the confused and curious look from a certain young Weasley.

Harry wasn't sure why he was avoiding the place where his friends were. After Hermione and Ron had broken off to take care of their Prefect duties, Harry had split from Ginny, claiming the need to go to the toilet, and fled to the very end of the train. Now, he sat tucked at the end of the train, watching the scenery race away, wind blowing in his ears.

Harry looked up when he heard the slide of the door, blinking at Abra- at Draco, who looked down at Harry in shock. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Prefect Potter."

Harry turned his head away, pulling his knee up to his chest. "Frye," - Harry muttered, "didn't you hear? I changed my name."

Draco frowned, looking down at the withdrawn form of the Boy-Who-Lived. "What in Merlin's name happened to you?" he asked, sneering down at him.

Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his legs and leaning his elbow on one of his knees. Resting his chin in his palm, he answered: "Beyond the fact that the metal is beyond uncomfortable, nothing. I just don't much feel like socializing right now."

Draco's frown deepened, closing the door and leaning against the rail, "this is sad even for you. Either vent or quit moping."

"You wouldn't believe me, if I told you, Malfoy," Harry shot at the blonde, "don't you have Prefect duties to attend to? The shiny new badge suggests so."

Draco huffed. "Yes I do, one of which should be chasing you back inside the train. We aren't allowed out here," he said, eyeing Harry from the corner of his eye, "Father told me what you said to him at the Ministry. So, I think you'll find I'll believe more than you think."

Now, it was Harry's turn to huff, "Bloody Malfoys. Fine- I went back in time during the summer and meet a teen Dark Lord, your grandfather and a few others, including Walburga Black. I went into Slytherin, was adopted by said Black, became the second-in-command to said Dark Lord, and during the summer a year after just as I was getting used to being there and starting to accept my place there, I was rudely shot back to right where I left.

"Now, I'm trying to orientate myself in a world I left behind a year ago. If my friends saw me now they wouldn't recognize me. And worst yet, I miss the Slytherins and their house more than I thought I would which has left me worried about going back to Hogwarts because I firmly believe, if I walk those halls again so soon, I'll never be able to forget the things we did together and they'll haunt me with every step," Harry fired out quickly.

"I can't look at Dumbledore the same because of how he treated me back then. I won't be able to see McGonagall the same because when I think of her all I think of is 'Minnie' and Abraxas flirting with her. And I'm worried that because of my connection to the teenage Dark Lord I won't be able to defeat the current Dark Lord since I'm sure a part of me will try to convince the rest of me that the person I befriended is in there somewhere and just needs to be found again." Draco was looking at Harry with wide eyes now.

"And even now I half expect you to cling on to me like a limp rag doll because Abraxas and I got extremely close. He truly became my best friend and he never learned the meaning of 'boundaries' and would flirt with me at every given chance to piss of aforementioned Dark Lord," - Harry finished, watching Draco as he attempted to absorb all the information Harry just shot at him.

Draco stared at Harry for 10 minutes before he finally spoke, softly and slowly: "What in the name of Mother Magic is up with you, are you incapable of catching a break?"- the Slytherin teen muttered, sitting down across from Harry, "for real. What in the great name of Merlin did you go through? What kind of evil did you do in a past life to deserve all this?"

Harry laughed "I honestly don't know, A- Draco," Harry said, shaking his head, "if I knew I might be able to put a stop to it."

"I'm serious here, Po-Frye. Every year for you is a bloody world-class event," Draco said, shaking his head, "it's like the Fates actively want to kill you or something. I mean- time travel that far back should have killed you ."

"Oh trust me, I know that," Harry said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a potion vial, "void sickness is a fucking bitch. I have had it for almost a month and it's still not letting up."

"Of course, it isn't. You must have passed through twice, yeah?"

"Yeah, one more and I'm kaput. Dead. Done. The Dark Lord would be happy," Harry said, putting the vial back in his pocket. "Or maybe not. He probably wouldn't want to share my death with anyone. Possessive sod," Harry added, shaking his head.

Draco laughed, "you're the only one that would talk about the Dark Lord like that- but I have to ask here. Why are you referring to him as such? Didn't you always use his name before?"

Harry shrugged, "One, the little bitch has had it out for me since I was a baby, I can talk about him however I want as payment. Two..." Harry trailed off, looking to the side. "I, in my own way, pledged myself to his younger, saner, self. Even if he's not the Lord I gave myself too he is still a Lord. I respect his power enough to honour his title," Harry said before smirking, "plus- your grandfather beat respect into me in very, very, uncomfortable ways."

Draco's brows rose, "what ways?" a wary look on his face but too curious for his own good.

Harry's smirk widened. "Every time I was disrespectful, to either Tom or anyone else, he'd add a tally in a little notebook. And once it reached 5, he'd attack me in some way- mostly kisses really. Mostly, on the cheek, because I dodged, but it was bloody embarrassing to be jumped in the middle of the hall, so I started paying attention to how I talked to people of status," Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around his stomach and howling at Draco's disgusted look. "I'm not the only one either. I knew of 6 other students who had notebooks. Because of this, Minnie never took him seriously either. Poor guy. Though I don't think he was serious about her either."

Draco's face continued to contort into various forms of 'what the fuck', 'oh my Merlin I did not need to know this', and 'dear magic, please, get this image out of my head', making Harry's laughter continue on until it actually hurt to laugh.

Draco stood, straightening his shirt and looking down at Harry. "Well. Now that I have been permanently scarred for life. Do head back inside before the next Prefect comes out here or I'll be the one facing the consequences - oh, and Weasley is looking for you."

Harry sobered, standing himself. "I suppose I better head back in. Which Weasley?" - Harry questioned opening the door and letting Draco go in first, closing the door behind him- the lack of rushing wind making the inside of the train feel so quiet.

Draco sneered, "the one in our year. Was asking around for you with a mouthful of cake in his mouth too. Disgusting."

Harry winced himself- oh, if Walburga ever saw Ronald's manners, she'd have a fit. Well, his Walburga, the Portrait already saw Ronald and had a very good go at him but was rendered useless since she was trapped in paint. "At least the other Weasleys have common mannerism. That one's little more than a wild pig..." - Draco said, slipping his hands into his pockets and walking forward.

Harry walked with him. "While I don't exactly disagree," Harry said, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't insult my friends around me," Harry said.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Train him better and I won't be able to," the pureblood said, "oh look, here comes the pig now."

Harry sighed, walking ahead of Draco. "I'll see you later, Malfoy- enjoy Prefect duty," Harry said, waving at the teen and grabbing Ronald around the shoulders before he could start anything, steering him away and ignoring all of his demands to know why he was with the 'slimy git'.

Harry stared down at his food in disinterest - not only had the pink toad, as Harry was now mentally referring to her, ruin his appetite with her faux-sugar-sweet-self. Something was off. A plucking at his very soul like he was in the wrong place and something was trying to take him back.

Idly he hoped it wasn't Tom trying to drag him across the void again- that would not go over well at all.

Harry looked over at the Slytherin table where he felt the urge was coming from- he really wished he was back over there.

Tom would sit across from him, poised proper, trying to make it seem like he wasn't savouring each bite of food and eating slightly more than the rest of the table. Walburga would be next to him, to the left, sipping a drink and keeping an eye on what all the Slytherins were eating, making sure they were keeping a balanced diet. To his right would be Evan Rosier, next to Evan would be Alfred Avery. And next to him would be Mulciber.

Next to Walburga would be Orion, making sure Walburga herself ate. Across from him would be Alexander, to Alexander's left would be Felix, then it would be him. To his left would be Abraxas- flirting with him, of course, to see if he could get Tom to break a fork again. Next to Abraxas would sit LeStrange, then Alphard Black and, finally, Dolohov.

Together they'd make up Tom's court, as the younger years called them.

Looking down at his red tie, Harry felt a ping of sadness in him, he couldn't even wear a Slytherin scarf without bringing suspicion onto him. He had nothing to honour his place in that house. There wasn't even any evidence he was there in the first place. It would just be the Boy-Who-Lived randomly deciding to support his rival's house. Only Draco knew why he'd be wearing green and silver.

Harry's hand flew to his chest as the tugging grew tight, eyes wide he gasped as it pulled and hurt. "Harry?" Hermione asked, reaching out to him in worry.

Harry's attention flew to the middle of the hall as the tightness snapped and a voice called through the hall, exhausted and disoriented but so, so familiar Harry could have wept if he hadn't been so shocked. "Harrykins, darling! I'm home!" Abraxas called from his place sprawled on the ground, waving his hand in the air, "bring me a potion or something would you my love?"

Harry was frozen for a moment, slowly standing before running around the tables and up the middle aisle. "Accio void sickness potions!" Harry called, flicking his wand to the hallway outside the great hall where his bags were, skidding to his knees beside the group of idiotic Slytherins.

In front of him sat Tom, Abraxas, Alexander and Felix, all in various states of sickness. "You idiots!" Harry scolded, grabbing his bag out of the air as it came flying towards him. Pulling out four vials of the potion, and muttering, "you complete and utter morons," he gave Felix his position first, then Tom and Alexander, and finally Abraxas. "Why are you- what are you doing here?" Harry questioned softly, eyes tearing up.

Abraxas gave Harry a smirk. "We love you, Harry," Abraxas said, explaining in his own way why'd they'd travelled across the void.

Harry turned to face Tom as the teen wrapped his hand around Harry's wrist. "You're mine. I won't let anything take you from me," Tom said, eyes piercing Harry's like a knife. Seeing right into his soul.

Harry was about to reply when Dumbledore's voice boomed across the hall: "What in Merlin's name is going on here?!" - he yelled, standing from his place at the teacher's table. Harry turned to Dumbledore with wide eyes.

Ah...fuck. Secret's out I suppose. Harry thought, standing and allowing Tom's hold to drop off as the other teens tried to stand with varying degrees of success. "Headmaster Dumbledore... I believe there is something you should know. About my summer," Harry said, helping Tom stand, "perhaps we should move to the medical wing first, however. To make sure these complete and utter idiots didn't damage anything important."

Harry held his breath. Heart in his throat as Dumbledore seemed to consider things. Eyeing the four Slytherins critically. Likely remembering each and every one of them and trying to figure out what they were doing in his hall.

"Very well. Let us go to the medical wing then- Madam Pomfrey, Severus, Minerva, please, follow me."

Ta-da! The end, for this chapter of course. Info-dump BEGONE! Hopefully, this flows a bit better. To be honest, I think it does, every time I reread the current, or original Impossible I slowly got more and more annoyed. Eventually skipping over the info-dump all together... hopefully I actually remembered to add all the information from the original . or at least the important stuff.

Decided to add this chapter a bit sooner than the last because it fit. I have a question for you all- in what context do you use the 'yeet' meme? Asking for a friend. (friend being Peter Parker because I want him to Yeet something at Thanos in another story I'm writing) ((also considering having Harry Yeet a death eater. Or Luna)) (*evil death eater crackle over a fallen Luna* "Yeet"- says Luna, casting a non-vocal Reducto at the death eater. Death eater is puzzled as he goes flying)

Onwards to chapter two!

PS. The song from this chapter is- "Here" (Ancient Magus' Bride OP) English Cover by Lizz Robinett ft. L-Train.