So sorry for the late chapter. I've had a lot of problems to deal with lately. Enjoy AFB7!

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"Do you suppose he's telling the truth?" Moody asked aloud after Harry left the meeting.

"Does he really have a choice?" Minerva replied, "He's surrounded by hostility and suspicion."

"This is preposterous!" Greenwood blustered, "He is not even 17 yet! He should not be involved with this! Besides, alternate realities are amyth!"

There were a few similar mutterings around the table. There was a lot of resentment at the return of Harry Potter. Tonks scoffed, "I for one, believe him. I don't think he can even tell a lie."

"Quit being naïve Tonks," Snape scowled, "He's obviously lying through his teeth. Torture my pale, white, a-"

"Now, now Severus, no need to be vulgar," Dumbledore murmured thoughtfully as he stroked his beard, "Harry is telling the truth, as you well know Severus. Now, Harry will have two new identities when he starts the school year. He will join Slytherin as Lucas Pryor to get close to Neville's enemies. He will also become Hagrid's assistant to get closer to Neville. His name then will be Jaime Erthol."

The people around the table looked startled as they processed this information. Professor Flitwick wrinkled his brow in thought, "How on earth could a mere boy like him keep up with all your plans Albus?"

"They're not my plans, they're his. Well, the Lucas Pryor onewas his anyway."

"Are we supposed to believe this rot Albus?" Frank exploded out of his chair; "I will not allow that, that, that miscreant near my son. And how do we know he will not try to usurp Neville?"

"Well now we know what you're worried about," Tonks muttered darkly.

Frank flushed, "I'm hardly-"

Dumbledore had a steely glint in his eye as he assessed the younger man, "Frank, I grow weary of your complaints, either you're with me, or you're not. I do no want you to tell me what is right and what isn't. I am by far older and wiser than you," his eyes flitted around the table, "Dismissed."

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Harry was sitting at his desk in his new room early the next morning, going over the plans he had written down when he heard the knock on his door. He grumbled and muttered about early risers as he put his shirt on and opened the door. He was pleasantly surprised to find Flitwick and Tonks on the other side.

"Oh hello, are you here about my identity glamours?" Harry asked. They nodded and he opened the door wide to admit them in.

"So this is where a dimension traveler sleeps. It's surprisingly sparse," Tonks grinned and looked around before settling on top of his desk. Harry sighed and waved a hand near his plans to make his writing invisible.

"What did you want to do Professor?" Harry looked to the shorter man, "Any ideas?"

Flitwick nodded thoughtfully as he stored away the bit of information he had just received from Harry's demonstration to think over later, "For Lucas, I think you should have golden blonde hair long enough to hold in a ponytail. Also, you should have light blue eyes, maybe, and a slightly crooked nose. Slightly tan skin too. I can cast the glamour for you to see what it looks like."

Harry nodded and a few seconds later felt magic brushing over him, "Alright, where's a mirror?"

Flitwick handed him one and he looked himself over critically, "It'll do."

Tonks looked on, with a funny look plastered on her face, "How odd. All I have to do is think of something on my face to change and it changes."

Harry glanced at her, "Lucky you. Metamorphamagus right?"

She nodded. Flitwick sighed and rubbed his chin, "I don't really have an idea for Jaime. Maybe dark brown hair, straight thin nose, brown eyes, tan, kind of broad maybe. Hmm…there are a lot of possibilities."

Harry mused over this, "How about black hair, brown eyes, same nose that you said, along with a firmer jaw and let's go with kind of stocky."

Flitwick nodded, removed the glamour and reapplied the one with "Jaime's".

Harry looked at himself in the mirror again, "Looks about as different from Lucas as it's going to get."

Flitwick made a sound of agreement, "Now, the charm I used is the Casalbriki charm. It'll change your appearance for a day and has virtually no way to be detected or dismantled."

Harry frowned, "That won't work. I have to be Lucas and Jaime."

"That's where this comes in," Tonks tossed him a Time-Turner. Harry's eyes widened in shock as he instinctively caught it. That opened up so many more possibilities.

"Excellent," he murmured.

"Right then," Flitwick said, "Just think of the features you are going to change and to what, and say the charm and it should hold for a day. Now I have to get back to my grading. Tonks, if you will follow me," Flitwick turned and left Harry's room. Tonks trailed after him closely but turned back at the door.

"Look traveler, a lot of people don't like you here. I don't know what it was like where you came from, but watch your back. If you ever need help just find me and I'll do the best I can." She left with that.

Harrytook that in as hewentto his desk and lifted the glamourwhen he sat down. He had a lot to plan.

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Harry spent the last few days before the new termfinishing up his plans and getting himself reacquainted with Hogwarts and the teachers. A lot were wary of him and usually avoided him so Harry spent most of his time with Flitwick, McGonagall or Hagrid. They were helping him brush up on his spells or knowledge of magical creatures. Dumbledore got him a list of Voldemort supporters with tidbits of information about each of their families.

On August 31, the day before he would be formally introduced to the Hogwarts students, he made a trip to Diagon Alley. He was under the guise of Lucas, so he tried to act more like a Slytherin just incase he came upon something about Neville's enemies, around noon, he hit the jackpot.

He had just gone into Flourish and Blott's to get the books he would need for the school year when he came across two Slytherins, Daphne Greengrass and Theodore Nott. At the moment they were taunting Ginny Weasley. Harry then realized he would have to duck when a rather powerful Bat-Bogey hex came flying his way.

Harry stood up gracefully, trying to act like a pureblood, and sneered, "How incredibly mundane," he murmured coldly, "Please don't tell me this is a form of entertainment in the celebrated wizarding world of Britain." The Hogwarts staff had decided that Lucas Pryor came from Russia, where no one would actually find out if they had a pureblood named Lucas Pryor in their midst and had suddenly disappeared.

They all flushed. Well, actually, Ginny turned red and a light color of pink stained the two Slytherins cheeks. Nott lifted his head and attempted to look down his nose at Harry. It didn't work very well seeing as how Harry was about a foot taller than the other boy.

Nott sneered, "This is none of your concern foreigner."

"Isn't it? I nearly had to call upon my skills to avoid being hit with that hex. I didn't realize that students here in the UK were allowed to do magic outside of school."

Greengrass scowled, "We aren't but that changed when the Dark Lord returned."

Harry tried to look interested, "Girl," he pointed to Ginny. It took all of his power to do this dispassionately, "You can go."

Ginny's eyes flashed but she turned and walked away. Harry looked at the two that remained, "Who are you and who is this Dark Lord?"

"I'm Theodore Nott and this is Daphne Greengrass. The Dark Lord is a dark wizard that has been terrorizing our community. We are allowed to perform magic if we are protecting ourselves."

Harry nodded, trying to show that, while he was interested, he didn't really care, "Fascinating. Do you two go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

"Yes. Why are you here?"

"I'm a transfer student. I suppose I'll see you there." Harry turned on his heel, his cloak billowing out behind him. His plan had been set into motion. Harry let a very Slytherin-like smirk grace his lips as he walked away.

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Theodore and Daphne stared after him and suddenly wondered if the man they had just met had ever been a child.

"You know Theo, I think Draco would really like to meet him."

"I agree completely. This should be a very interesting year."

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As soon as Harry returned to Hogwarts he was off to see Hagrid. As he ambled down the steps that led to Hagrid's hut he couldn't help but wonder what would happen in the upcoming year. There was a lot hinging on his plan, if even one thing didn't turn out right Harry would be hard pressed to see that it still worked. He muttered to himself angrily. He wasn't exactly watching where he was going so when he crashed into what felt like a rock, he was astonished. That is, until he saw he crashed into.

Snape smirked down at him from over his hooked nose, "Watch it Potter, you might get killed one day doing that."

Harry narrowed his eyes at the snarky man, "Really Snape, I shall have to watch where I'm going next time, although I'm wondering why I couldn't smell you ten feet away. I was under the impression you didn't take showers."

Snape drew himself up and glared at him furiously, "Shut your mouth Potter before someone does it for you."

Harry glowered at him, "Is that a threat?"

"Maybe, have a nice evening Potter," Snape spat out his name as he swept away angrily. Harry, feeling rather childish, stuck his tongue out at the retreating man's back.

"Stupid, bloody, imbecilic, annoying, irritating, four legged…" Harry muttered to himself as he stomped all the way to Hagrid's hut.

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Draco had just arrived at the train station when he saw the Boy-Who-Lived his annoying gaggle of worshiping fans and friends. He leveled a sneer at the group, but to his dismay he wasn't even noticed. He grumbled about the injustice of it all until he heard the whispered sentence, "Did you hear? There was another attack over the summer!" Draco perked up at the news. All he knew was that Sirius Black and Harry Potter had been captured.

"Yeah I heard, did you know that they're now saying Sirius Black was Dark all along and then he turned traitor? Apparently both Sirius Black and Harry Potter are dead now."

Draco was startled. He had been quite sure that the annoying Gryffindork junior Death Eater was just insane. Pity really, he had wanted Potter to be his partner once he joined the Death Eaters himself. He was annoying sure, but as Dark as they came. Quite cruel too.

"Drakie-poo!" Draco winced as he heard the shriek and looked around wildly to find a hiding place. To late, he thought as a flying bundle of fat latched onto him.

"Pansy, for God's sake, have some control and get off me for crying out loud!" Draco snapped as he stepped onto the train. He pushed off the plump girl and made sure to knock her into a passing third-year, "And what did I say about that name?"

Pansy's chin quivered and she looked at him with tear-filled eyes, "But, but don't you love me?"

"Good god no," Draco said in disgust, "Where'd you come up with that piece of rubbish?" He looked around for an empty compartment and glanced one that had only one person in it. He walked to its door and looked back at Pansy, "Make yourself useful and go find Crabbe and Goyle for me.

She lit up instantly, "Okay!"

Draco shook his head as he opened the door, "Excuse me, this is my compartment, please leave."

The figure, he could now see it was boy with blonde hair in a ponytail, had a faint accent when he answered, "I doubt it is. Go find another if you wish to be rude."

Draco fought to keep his face clear of shock. No one talked back to a Malfoy! Then he got angry, "Do you know who I am?"

The boy gave him a dispassionate look-over, "No and I don't care to."

Draco was speechless, "Who are you to speak to me like that!"

The boy stood up fluidly and bowed, "Lucas Pryor, at your service," he said. Draco could note the faint mockery in his speech.

"No wonder I've never heard of you," Draco sniffed, "No doubt you're some mudblood who's not even worthy of my notice."

With a speed that shocked Draco even more, the boy had his hand around his throat and hadpinned himagainst the wall, "You will watch your language around me understood?"

Draco struggled to speak as Crabbe and Goyle tumbled into the compartment, quickly followed by the rest of the Slytherins in his year group.

"Put him down foreigner!" Nott was the first to talk around his astonishment. Lucas didn't even spare him a glance.

His grip tightened, "Is that understood Malfoy?" Draco nodded quickly and was promptly dropped to the floor, "Good." Lucas tweaked his clothes into some semblance of order and strode out of the compartment with his cloak billowing out around him.

It wasn't until later, when Draco had been able to breathe and ignore the questions that were being shot at him, that he realized that he had never told Lucas his name.

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Zair you go! This is a really long chapter! Around five and a half pages! Well, it's long for me anyways! Teehee. Again, sorry for the long wait!

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