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For the
greater good…

- Pacharasorn (Luksorn) Thummachote -

Disappointment was felt the moment he opened his eyes.
Right, Henry thought. He was still in the Slytherin dorms. He hastily
made his bed, warded his trunks against any snooping attempts,
and shuffled his legs to the common room.
'Evans,' Riddle called. Henry ignored it and walked out to
the dungeon halls, accidentally slamming the door shut. He
grimaced.

Great. Another day as a bloody Slytherin. How he dearly
wished to return to the tower and the comfort of the Gryffindor
dorms right now.
Stupid time travel.

Breakfast went by as it had for the past two weeks he had
shown up here, bar the three days he had to spend in the infirmary
from his injuries he got in the Department of Mysteries. He had no
idea what happened to his friends, or even those who fought
against him, but he did not exactly want to spend time pondering