The Boy Who Lived Twice

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.