Come to think of it, he had also completely wrecked Hogwarts within ten minutes flat of getting Sorted.
Harry did feel a certain amount of regret about this - Merlin knew what an insane Headmaster was going to do to his next seven years of schooling - but he couldn't
Tomorrow. No later than tomorrow at the very latest he was going to stop walking down the path that led to Dark Lord Harry. A prospect which was sounding scarier by the minute.
And yet also, somehow, increasingly attractive. Part of his mind was already visualising the minions' uniforms.
"Eat," the older student sitting next to him growled, and jabbed Harry in the ribs. "Don't think. Eat."
Harry automatically started loading up his plate with whatever was in front of him, blue sausages with tiny glowing bits, whatever.
"What were you thinking about, the Sorting -" began to say Padma Patil, one of the other first-year Ravenclaws.
"No pestering during mealtimes!" chorused at least three people. "House Rule!" added another. "Otherwise we'd all starve around here."
Harry was finding himself really, really hoping that his clever new idea didn't
But he
"You know," said the older student next to him in a quite pleasant tone, "we have a system for forcing people like you to eat, would you like to find out what it is?"
Harry gave up and started eating his blue sausage. It was quite good, especially the glowing bits.
Dinner passed with surprising rapidity. Harry tried to sample at least a little of all the weird new foods he saw. His curiosity couldn't stand the thought of
Then it was time for dessert, which Harry had completely forgotten to leave room for. He gave up after sampling a small bit of treacle tart. Surely all these things would pass around at least once again over the course of the school year.
So what was on his to-do list, besides the ordinary school things?
Actually... Harry had a pretty bad feeling about option 3b.
Now that Harry thought about it, he didn't feel all that great about option 3a, either.
Harry's thoughts flashed back to possibly the worst moment of his life to date, those long seconds of blood- freezing horror beneath the Hat, when he thought he'd already failed. He'd wished then to fall back just a few minutes in time and change something, anything before it was too late...
And then it had turned out to not be too late after all.
Wish granted.
You couldn't change history. But you could get it right to start with. Do something differently the
This whole business with seeking Slytherin's secrets... seemed an awful lot like the sort of thing where, years later, you would look back and say, 'And
And he would wish desperately for the ability to fall back through time and make a different choice...
Wish granted. Now what?
Harry slowly smiled.
It was a rather