*Discontinued* No Longer

Charmed, I'm Sure.

**Harry Potter

Harry was running late. For the first time since entering Hogwarts, he was late for something! Short legs pumping hard beneath him, he got into the hall six minutes before breakfast was over. 

From there, he had to run all the way down the table to the only open spot he could see, and began piling things on his plate. He'd even forgotten to do his hair, so rather than being an unkempt mess, it was literally twisting around as if he were Medusa and his snakes were disguised as black hair that liked to wave all over the place.

In his haste, he took no notice of the students around him, who were all older, and the multiple girls who were quietly cooing to each other over how adorably small he was and how cute it had been watching his small, interesting face as he ran with single-minded determination to his seat. Apparently, as he was eating more, he appeared less creepily hollow-cheeked.

The boys were more impressed by how systematically he ate all the food he'd piled onto his plate, far more than any child his age, certainly more than any child of his stature, ought to be able to fit inside their body without projectile vomiting.

As the bell rang, Harry'd only just barely finished what was on his plate, and he picked up his six heavy books and began running again. Usually, he'd already be most of the way to class by now, knowing it took him longer to move about the castle than others, but it'd taken longer than he expected to get Tom settled in.

Hogwarts, however seemed to be trying to distract him, as she sent a bolt of magic knocking on his mental fortifications. Curiosity being his bane, he allowed the bolt in, wanting to know why the school chose now of all times, specifically the time he was running (literally), late to his Charms lesson.

She, as it turned out, was not attempting to foil his attempts to avoid a tardy. Rather she was attempting to aide him.

Listening to Hogwarts mental cues, he slipped behind a statue of a plump witch wearing the largest pair of spectacles Harry had ever encountered, and went up a winding circular stair that led into a niche two doors down from his Charms classroom.

The bell rang just as he crossed the threshold into the room, and Harry felt his eyes widen as he saw what house he shared Charms with, something in all the morning's haste he'd somehow overlooked. 

Charms was with the Gryffindors.

Thankfully, Evan appeared to be missing, though Harry knew very well that it was possible for his twin simply to be running late. Hadn't his own near tardy been proof of that?

Harry slumped down in the isolated seat he'd chosen, and though he knew he was doing a terrible job hiding his miserableness, he couldn't bring himself to care enough about it to change. Professor Flitwick was doing attendance, and when he got to Harry's name he sounded more upbeat than he had for the other names.

Even more excited, however, when he announced, "James Evan Pottter!" In a near squeak of excitement.

The crestfallen look on the man's face when there was no response nearly drew a snort from Harry. Obviously, the professor had yet to meet his brother. Otherwise, he'd not have been so excited. 

Direly, Harry predicted that his brother would come, probably with a gaggle of attention seeking fools following him like sheep behind an idiotic sheep. Then the head sheep (Evan) would start bleating annoyingly at the shepherds (other students) who'd been trying to get away from the sheep.

It seemed that Harry had a knack for reading the future. Either that, or fate was out to get him and thought it would be funny for Harry's worst case scenario to come into being.