They had won.

Voldemort was defeated, the Death Eaters cowed, justice served.

Everything was fine now. Harry should be overjoyed.

And yet...

A list of names kept cycling through his head.

Dobby.

Tonks.

Remus.

Sirius.

Cedric.

Fred.

He could never get away.

He sees movement in the corner of his eye, a flash of house elf magic.

George would always falter in the middle of his sentences- waiting for the interjection that would never come.

Little Teddy would sometimes ask for his parents. No one knew how to explain why they could never come.

Harry knew that all time turners had been destroyed. That even if he had one, he could never truly change anything. But that didn't stop his from trying his best. And after months of hard work, and some questionable dealings, he had finally done it.

He had come back to the first year of Hogwarts.

It was time for the greatest test of all: the sorting hat.

"It's been a while since I had a time traveler like you." The hat murmured. Whatever Harry had been expecting, it certinly wasn't that.

"But where to put you..."

Griffindoor, please. Harry thought loudly.

"Ah, but would you learn there? I think not. Your plan was very ambitious, don't you think?"

No. NO.

"Yes, and cunning too. Better be SLYTHERIN" The hat yelled into the hall. Harry paled. This was not going to be good.

Murmurs spread throughout the hall. Harry Potter, in Slytherin?

Sitting at his table, Draco Malfoy smirked.

¨Slytherin!¨

Hiding beneath the Sorting Hat´s shadow, Harry couldn´t have been more dumbfounded. I´m a what?

Professor McGonagall lifted the hat from Harry´s head and held out her wrinkly hand in the direction of the Slytherin tables. Sensing the fear in his eyes, she held onto his shoulder to walk him over to a grinning Draco Malfoy.

¨Better not get in my way, Potter.¨ Draco crossed his arms as Harry stood by his side, nearly shoulder to shoulder.

Harry looked about the Great Hall for any sign that this could all just be a dream, although it was more like a nightmare. When his eyes wandered through the professors, his eyes caught onto Snape, whose brows were heavily furrowed and whose dark eyes that were somewhat gloomily staring at him with a feeling that he couldn´t quite describe.

And then there was Dumbledore, who looked on at Harry in horror, possibly realizing that there was more of Voldemort in him than he had first suspected. Much more.