Bathilda Honeypot

After a few seconds of thinking, Harry came up with a name, one that jumped into his head so easily it was quite odd in retrospect. "Bathilda Honeypot," he told the Headmaster. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it sounds quite like a Pureblood name to me." While he could definitely enter Slytherin as a Muggleborn or a Halfblood, Harry knew the best way to get in good with the students related to **** Eaters would be to claim to be one of their own.

Dumbledore nodded, smiling down at Harry while his eyes twinkled. "You are not incorrect at all, 'Bathilda'. While the Honeypots aren't one of Sacred Twenty-Eight, the name has been used by many offshoots from the main families over the generations. Now, to make sure you don't have any slip-ups," The professor took out his wand and lightly tapped it on the side of Harry's head, without saying a word. "There we go, that should be wonderful. Now, Bathilda, tell me a little about yourself."

Confused, Bathilda replied, "Well, Headmaster, my family is from Wales, but I've been schooling in America for the last five years. We only just returned from the States, but I'm happy to be in Slytherin, as both my parents before me." The information came out of Bathilda in an easy stream, but when she stopped she put a hand to her lips, then started thinking. What was going on in her head? "Professor, I'm thinking of myself as Bathilda now. And those facts, those fake details, they came so easily. It's like I have an entirely different life in my head now. I remember being Harry Potter, but I don't feel like I am him, not at all." That last bit was especially true, especially as Bathilda thought back to her blowing Stan on the Knight Bus. It wasn't something Harry would normally do, but Bathilda was quite a bit of a slut, it came to her naturally.

The Headmaster nodded. "That was quite the effect I wished for. Take care not to fall too deep into the persona, though. I warn you, there are lines that, once crossed, you cannot go back from." That done, the Headmaster helped Bathilda purchase her school supplies, then transported everything, including what was hers from the Dursley's, to Hogwarts. Once there, he looked stressed for the first time Bathilda had ever noticed. "I must admit, this has put a dent in some of my plans. I had wanted to use you to help with recruiting a difficult hire, and give you some personal classes this semester. But nonetheless, I will have to make do, just as you have. You have the next few months to get settled in the Slytherin Girl's dorm room. I hope it goes well, Harry." That was the last time Bathilda heard anyone call her that name in quite a long time.