"Welcome to Hufflepuff," said a blonde boy somewhat pompously as Harry sat down at the table. "I am Ernie MacMillan." He lost a bit of his snobbishness to ask curiously, "Are you really Harry Potter?"
"Thank you for the welcome, Ernie. My name is Harrison Stephens," replied Harry calmly. "But please call me Harry."
"I'm Zacharias Smith," interjected a brown-haired boy. "Are you a Yank? You have an accent."
"Yes, my family lives in the state of New York, on the eastern coast of the U.S." admitted Harry. "How about you? Where is your family?"
"But you're not Harry Potter," asked Hannah Abbott, somewhat disappointed.
Harry chuckled and pointed to his unmarked forehead. "No lightning bolt here. I'm just a boy from the States." He was glad that Dr. Bombay removed the scar and the parasite that had been feeding off his magic when he was still a child.
No one noticed that he never really answered the question about being Harry Potter. With him being a Yank, that seemed pretty silly though. Everyone knew the Boy-Who-Lived was being brought up in a castle somewhere being trained to fill his role as a hero!