World's Away

Chapter I: A World Away

It had been a whole month since he'd appeared in the Great Hall of Hogwarts within a flash of light and the portal that had dropped him there unconscious; a month since he'd been rushed out and to the Infirmary for emergency medical treatment. A month since he'd then been left to rest before he was questioned and allowed to join the students as one of them.

At first, he hadn't been very social to the people around him. Still reeling from shock at being given this chance and know that his life was far from whatever level of unimportance he had expected it to be; mostly because he had sacrificed himself to save them. Then been given the choice to do things differently while harboring secrets he both could or couldn't say.

That, in essence, he could choose to live a completely different life from the one he had before.

His emotions had been everywhere and nowhere; remembering the vague images of a mother he had hardly known protecting him from a early end. Remembering another mother who had saved him from darkness that wanted to engulf him...only to have it lead to revealing things she harbored that he hadn't been able to accept. Lastly, remembering how another mother had saved him and kept her word to him. All in order to save her only son; no matter what terrible things he had been forced to do.

It had been a whole month since he'd arrived in a strange manner; yet everyone there seemed to be content to leave him be and to his own devices as they watched him and let him settle; not aware of how dangerous that was too them if he had had ill intent. For all of the observance he had witnessed in them; none of them seemed to think that perhaps he was a time-traveler. Even those that he knew should at least have some suspicion towards the notion.

But thankfully, they did not seem to. If they did suspect it; they hadn't said anything to him or anyone else. It was more like they seemed to think that he could be from the distant past or future; even when they knew magic allowed them to meddle with time.

Though, he also knew that the others around him truly didn't think he fit there with them all. That he wasn't truly yet a part of them. A part of the Hogwarts he'd landed himself into nor a part of the House family he'd entered.

That was fair; he both did and did not consider himself as such.

Most of the other students still didn't know what to make of him; the circumstances of his arrival there didn't matter, nor did his house sorting...other than the normal standards. The others were too invested to their own agendas and interests, never-mind the staff. And speaking of the staff; they certainly didn't know whether they could trust him or not with the war with Grindelwald raging and growing closer to the home borders. Especially since he had come from seemingly nowhere in particular.

Mostly due to being reticent in sharing too much with others in hearing range.

It had been a full month since his sorting into the House of Slytherin and ever since then; he'd garnered the attention of the house's leader, Tom Marvolo Riddle. That was not the surprising part of all this; since he'd hadn't hidden his magic or power from anyone there, and he knew Tom sensed how powerful he was potentially.

It caused him to pause. To take caution and to observe him more carefully from sideline shadows than to outright confront him. Though, he knew that some of Tom's more...traditionally opinioned acquaintances wanted him to confront Harry.

Even when they themselves dared not to openly confront or to antagonize him; his namesake as the only male heir of the Peverell lineage making them wary of what could lie in wait for them if they chose to act.

He had purposely forgone his former identity and used his unknown alias here. It had proved resourceful, to say the least. It had allowed him to do what he'd needed to without too many eyes and ears to him and made them believe what he had let them see.