Harry Potter and the Green Flamed Torch

Harry Potter and The Green Torched Flame

Summary- June 1996- Harry Potter is killed by Lord Voldemort. September 1998- Evan Watson comes to Hogwarts. What do these two have in common? Easy, they're the same person.

Authors Note- Give this a chance, it's really short and plain at first, just this chapter (those of you who know me should know this by now). Also, it's not a very original title, it may change, but hey, the sixth installment is the sixth installment. This is just short to see if people (hint, hint) will pick up on the idea (hint, hint).

Disclaimer- I do not own anything in this story except for Evan Watson, who's technically JK Rowlings because....well, I don't own anything and that's all that matters.

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Prologue- Going Back

It was different this time, same as last year, but still hard to adjust to. Sixteen-year-old Hermione Granger stepped through the wall between platforms nine and ten and into the Wizarding World with no time to spare. Empty, the unique world of magic for once felt empty. Make that twice,

Hermione dragged her trunk behind her, Crookshanks hung under her arm- feeling heavier than her own head. Steam extracted from the Hogwarts Express just as she had stepped on board. Stumbling throughout the narrow corridor until finding a weary looking Weasley in a compartment, alone. She slid the door open and stepped inside.

He managed a weak grin, " hey Hermione".

" Hi Ron" she sat down across from him, " have a nice summer?".

Ron shrugged, " spent all of the days in the Ministry with my dad, speaks for itself. You?".

She laid down along the seat, " I don't know how to answer that. It almost feels like we're not going anywhere".

They felt the train break away from the station, " well, looks like we are" he paused, " doesn't it feel the least bit different?".

" Almost to the fact that he never existed".

Ron sighed, " I wonder if it would have been any different- had he never came to Hogwarts in the first place" but he knew the fact of that not happening was impossible.

She closed her eyes, " better to have felt pain then to not have felt at all".

It hadn't even been two years, just a little over one. Hermione could remember walking into her room, seeing the date on her calendar, and it was just automatic. Had it been two years, twenty-four months ago, he would have been sitting right there, time would have frozen, and everything would have been normal.

Neither Ron or Hermione were present when the death of Harry Potter occurred. Only Dumbledore was there, not even afterward did anyone even see the body, though no one really wanted to. The curse that had protected him as a baby, was what ended his life.

Quietly as she always was, Ginny entered the compartment, closing the door behind her, glaring at the two of them. " Have either of you heard about the new kid?". Despite the situation, Ginny Weasley never showed a drastic change in attitude, never. After all, she was the one that had the obvious love obsession for the guy, even if she did act as though she had grown out of it.

" All first years are considered new Ginny".

" Nah, it's his sixth year".

The witch who pushed the snack trolley passed without asking. She learned that last year, the tradition of overbuying the lot had come to an end.

" Then he wouldn't be considered new".

Ginny sat down on the edge of the seat, " no, he's sixteen so Dumbledore just put him with the others in sixth year. He must be that good".

Ron mimicked Hermione's actions, " why are you asking us when you're the one that knows everything".

" You're in sixth year, thought you could, I don't know, find out stuff. You guys are good at that".

Hermione glanced up as Ron buried his face in the cushion and groaned, " what's his name?".

" Evan Watson, and apparently he was sorted into Slytherin".