A.N.: Hi, I don't have a beta so please bear with me. I Don't Own Anything!

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Harry sighed silently looking sadly at the head table, he had just recently found out that Dumbledore planned on killing him as soon as Voldemort was dead. He shifted his eyes to look at Ron and Hermione . They were getting paid from his vaults to be friends with him. Harry frowned, if they were going to be like that than he was going to be someone else someone they wouldn't mess around with, someone no one would bother, someone that was him not what he was expected to be. Harry blinked at a spot on the wall that was glowing an eerie blue. He stood up and walked over to it ignoring the stares he was getting and touched. A light flashed blinding everyone in the hall except Harry was at the center of it.

When everyone could see again Harry had disappeared.

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When Harry opened his eyes he was in a dusty room full of cobwebs and furniture covered in white sheets. Harry reached up to make sure his glasses had survived the trip and found them gone. Harry looked around he could see fine in fact he could see better that he had with his glasses on. Harry got up and went over to the antique mirror he had seen in the corner of the room. It was spotless to Harry's relief, he hadn't liked the idea of cleaning off a dirty antique.

The person in the mirror was not Harry it was someone else definitely not Harry. Harry did not have angelic features and wispy black hair that fell perfectly down to his waist and framed his face perfectly. Harry didn't have eyes that shined with mischief and fun. Harry definitely did have green eyes, but they weren't liquid emerald like the bo-no man in the mirror. Harry decided at this was an enchanted mirror and went off to the widow opening it to let some air in and to look outside in an attempt to figure out where he was.

Harry pulled out a ponytail, he had gotten them for Hermione originally, and pulled his suddenly long hair out of his face,

"Creature!" Harry called he heard a pop and said, "Help me clean out this room." Harry didn't see how wide Creatures eyes had grown when he had seen the now scar less Harry potter.

"Yes, Master Orion." Harry paused and turned around to look at Creature.

"What did you call me?"

"Master Orion Master Regulus's son Master Orion Lilith Black." Creature answered Harry sat down hard.

"Creature what makes you call me that."

"This place belongs to Master Regulus and only Master Orion can enter." Harry turned pale everything he was told was a lie he wasn't even a potter. It was a lot to take in.

"Creature, can you make me a cup of tea please this is a lot to take in without some." Harry/Orion said looking ill.

"Yes, Master Orion." Creature went off looking almost—God Forbid– happily. Orion shook his head slightly amused by how quickly Creature had gone from hating him to liking him. Harry paused.

"Oh, my God I'm related to Bealatrix."