What is right (Drarry)

Chapter 1

Fusty Define: stale, musty, moldy, old fashion

The light shines in Harry's eyes as he lets out a groan of pain as his head pounds. He sees himself on the Hogwarts train as he looks around in confusion.

"Where am I?' He asks, his voice sounding different. He sees someone looking at him with worry. This person had red hair a hard face and hair slicked to the side. What he was wearing baffled Harry. He looked like he was wearing a red and gold cape attached to two metal plates on his shoulders, one a sigil and the other plain. "Ron?" Harry asked in confusion. The red head looked confused.

"Harrison, what in the blood hell is Ron, it's Ronald, do you remember?" This Ronald replied. Harry nodded, "um....yeah, I do remember....." Harry trailed off. Inside of the train compartment looked regal. The chairs were soft and plush and bright. There was a nice wooden table in front with tons of delicious looking food readily available.

Harry gasped when he looked down at himself. He immediately looked at the mirror next to the compartment door. He was wearing black leather pants and a shirt with a collar buttoned up. On his shoulder blades attached was a metal. One of the metals looked like a sigil and the other was plain gold. Attached to the metals was something cape like, his clothes looked similar to 'Ronald' something like a King and his lords would wear. What really shocked him was his scar, it was gone.

Someone opened the door, and Ronald smiled and exclaimed, "Hermione Jean!" and took her hand and have a kiss like a male would do in the Victorian era or something, Harry thought. This girl did not look like Hermione at all. Her hair was longer and slicked straight. She had a tight outfit with leather boots with heels, when she walked that clicked which accentuates her dominance.

Hermione 'Jean' looked at Harry as she had a strict face. Ronald sighed, "He fell Hermione Jean I think he might have a concussion". Hermione Jean nodded, "Well Harrison, when we get to Hogwarts go to Madam Pomfrey will you?" she spoke with a hard voice that sent shivers down Harry's spine as he nodded.

Harry sat back in his seat more confused than ever. He pretended to read a random book while silently listening to 'Ronalds' and 'Hermione Jean's' conversation. "Where are the stupid Putrid bloods at?" Ronald asked, "haven't seen them on this train"

Hermione Jean shook her head, "Yes many of us complained we had to share a train with those little fusties, so they accorded us and is making them come another way to school". Hermione Jean replied. "Hermione Jean, what would I do without you" he sighed. Hermione Jean smiled and laughed, "You little Sterling".

"Sterling, Fusties?" Harry couldn't help but ask. They both looked at him with their eyebrows up. "Harrison must have hit his head pretty hard Hermione Jean", Ronald said laughing. "Brush up on Hogwarts: A History Harrison" Hermione Jean said laughing too.

Harry gulped, who was this Harrison? And why is everything so different? The train halted to a stop. Harry sighed in relief, At least Hogwarts still looked the same. Harry stepped out of the train to see a plenty of Red, Yellow and Blue. Green seemed to be missing.

"First Years, First Years!" A loud voice boomed. There yelled Hagrid. His facial beard was more trimmed and controlled as he wore a sophisticated outfit. This wasn't the Hagrid he knew.

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Harry was in the great hall at Hogwarts, the Slytherin table was missing as Harry played with his food unable to eat when he was unsure of what was happening.

"My lords, My lady" a smaller black haired bow bowed at Him, Ronald and Hermione Jean. Lord?? Lady? "Yes?" Harry wavered out hoping it didn't sound different. "The Supreme and his council require your presence".

Ronald nodded, "Thank you Joseph, you may go". Joseph bowed again and left. Ronald rolled his eyes, "where is my damn fusty" he mumbled to himself as he got up from the table. Harry followed him as Hermione Jean followed after.

In the room stood a big round table. Albus Dumbledore sat in a throne like chair. There next to him sat a mirror image of himself and a beautiful red haired woman he only seen in pictures. His mom and dad were sitting right there. Harry felt like he could cry.

"Harrison, Ronald, Hermione Jean" his dad spoke. The voice was like ice. It terrified Harry, "I am glad you could make it." Harry gulped knowing Dad and Mom would not fly with his 'parents'. "Mother, Father" Harry said bowing his head slightly as Lily and and James smiled doing the same.

James Potter looked like Harry in his outfit but more regal and lord like. James snapped his fingers and out came someone who wore dirty and torn rags. Harry could see multiple scars on this person and the person shaking as they came in pouring the tea. Harry distinctly recognized Theodore Nott. Harry gulped. In his world, when he sees Theodore Nott, he looks more powerful and confident, now he looks broken and wearing a industrial metal collar wielding on his neck with the same sigil engraved as the one on his shoulder plates.

Dumbledore begins to talk as Harry zones out, what is going on in this world. I need to be like Hermione and go to the library to figure out. Harry looked at Theodore who is kneeling at the end of the room still shivering facing the wall. He must be mine as well Harry thought. Harry looks closer to see something engraved on his skin on his hip with what looks like to be a knife, Property of Lord Harrison James Potter.