A/N: Its really good to be back writing stories. (Even though I don't have any on this account as of yet.) I would like to say right now that if this story sounds like anything written before now, it is merely coincidence as I couldn't have possibly read all of the fan fictions out there. I assure you this is coming from my own creativity
Now the magical cookie is telling me that I don't own Harry Potter or its characters or anything that may vaguely resemble any of J.K Rowlings work. This upsets me greatly but I come to find that the cookie is right.
Harry Potter was dueling a death eater in an obscure room in the Ministry of Magic building. "Honestly, I'd thought we'd have all of these sorted out by now." he muttered to himself as a blue curse flew over his head. He sent a silent stunner at his opponent, who quickly dodged and sent a returning purple spell flying Harry's direction. Harry fell into a duck and roll while firing off a rapid succession of spells to disable his adversary.
It had been three years since the downfall of Voldemort, but those that followed him faithfully had become as good at hiding as their master had. Harry was currently locked in battle with what was suspected to be Nott, though he couldn't be sure, who was putting up quite a fight. He sighed as a familiar stunner came his way. "That the best you got?" he laughed. Harry's eyes widened as he got hit with a very powerful spell which knocked him backwards.
A vision of his wife, Ginny, flashed before his eyes. He sighed as he flew backwards until he smacked into something and immediately began spinning. The spinning got faster as curses flew toward whatever he was tangled up in and managed to excite the spinning. He must have gone around 38 times or so before finally flying out and hitting his head on a wall.
James Potter was anything but an early riser,, and today was no exception, but he tried to beat the tired out of himself with a quick shower before breakfast.
Meanwhile, Sirius Black, ever the prankster, was trying to get himself in gear to go to breakfast as well. "Come ON James, I don't want to be late to see the look on Snivelly's face when he goes to breakfast this morning." James poked his head out of the bathroom, water droplets running down the quidditch star's chiseled chest. "I'm coming. Toss me a shirt and some trousers will you?"
Sirius grabbed the garments and tossed them toward the now empty door. James' seeker skills honed in on the clothes and snatched both out of the air as they came inside the doorway. He walked out a few seconds later fully dressed. Having dealt with James for two years already, his dorm mates were unimpressed, if not glad that they could now get moving to see Severus Snape during the welcome back prank.
It was in smiles that all four marauders walked down the stairs into the Gryffindor common room. "Oh god, what do you reckon they've got planned this year?" came the voice of Frank Longbottom as the four boys headed toward the portrait of the fat lady.
"Why don't you come and find out?" Remus said casually before disappearing behind his friends. Eager to see what the four pranksters had come up with to start the year off, all of the Gryffindors remaining in the common room filed out to breakfast, except one.
Lily Evans sat in the common room fuming. How could they pull a prank the first day of term? Surely this would distract other students from their studying. She supposed she should go down and get breakfast. If only for the purpose of receiving her timetable. She sighed and got up resignedly from the table where she was reading ahead in Ancient Runes. It was always best to be prepared in her mind.
Upon reaching the Great Hall, Lily noticed two things right away. Things were fairly calm, and the marauders were grinning. Neither of those two things would last long.
Just at the moment she sat down, all of the Slytherin's waffles turned into giant black bats and floated around Severus' head. They were soon joined by flying potions books. The great hall erupted into applause and laughter as Professor Dumbledore's stack of pancakes suddenly leapt to life and began to talk.
"The Marauders thank you for being so good spirited during this prank. Except Severus who is probably sending us death glares by now." Looking at the Slytherin table betrayed that more than just Snape was sending them heavy glares, but it didn't matter to them in the joy of a prank well pulled. "Furthermore we would like to welcome everybody back for another fantastic year of pranking." The pancakes then calmed and the headmaster resumed his breakfast sending meaningful looks at the third year boys.
A shared glance between the four determined that this would be punishment well worth it.
Lily huffed and piled some eggs and bacon onto her plate. She always loved the Hogwarts food, when it wasn't pranked. She could still see waffles and books floating around her best friend's head and glared sourly at the four boys. "You'd think they could be more mature" she grumbled.
Just then a crack sounded and a boy flew through the air, only to hit his head upon the back wall of the Great Hall. Lily got up to take a closer look, as well as most of the population of Hogwarts, to discover a boy who could be James' twin lying on the floor unconscious. "Great, another one." she muttered sitting back down to her breakfast.
The four Marauders looked just as shocked as the rest of the school. "James, you've GOT to tell us how you did this one mate." said Sirius excitedly. James looked deathly pale as the professors arrived to take the boy to the hospital wing. "Uh, Sirius…I didn't." was all he said before he stiffly returned to breakfast with the rest of the school.
Everybody was staring at James in pure shock and awe, clearly having seen the resemblance before the boy was taken out of the room. He blushed and remained silent through the constant questioning.
When Professor McGonagall came to hand out the timetables Sirius groaned again. "Tough luck mates, double Potions first, then Charms and Transfiguration after lunch."
Peter, who'd been oddly silent during the whole affair looked up. "Oh no! I'm doomed." everybody knew Peter Pettigrew and potions were not something you wanted to combine. Especially in the morning. The third years made 'why' gestures at the sky with their hands in a very dramatic fashion.
Harry Potter woke up in the hospital wing of Hogwarts with a massive headache. He groaned out and groped for his glasses and wand. The first thing he noticed was that his hair was longer, and that he seemed smaller. He found both items he was looking for and stood up to try and find a mirror. When he walked up to a full length mirror in the restroom he let out an audible gasp. His body had reverted back to what it'd been when he was around 13 or 14.
Just as he came out, Professor Dumbledore walked through the door talking rapidly with the nurse. Harry tried to listen while laying on his bed. "I just don't understand it Poppy, his resemblance to young Mr. Potter is uncanny. And the way he just appeared there, I can't explain it. What do you think the chances are he's a dark wizard? Troubled times are up ahead and that seems the only way.." came the voice of his favorite headmaster.
Harry groaned to alert the two presences that he was awake. Madam Pomfrey quickly rushed over and began running tests on him with her wand. Being used to being in St. Mungos as an auror, Harry stayed still and allowed the witch to check him over.
"It appears that you don't have a concussion young man, you're very lucky."
Harry nodded. "Thank you, but by chance could one of you tell me what year it is?" He'd already gathered that it was NOT 2002 like it was when he left. The fact that Professor Dumbledore was alive would attest to that.
The two adults stood shell shocked for a moment before addressing the confused young boy. "It would be 1973 Mr…" Professor Dumbledore started. Harry reacted startled. He'd traveled 26 years into the past and now looked like his younger self. If he ever saw Nott again, he was going to go straight for the killing curse. He nodded as he realized both adults were looking at him expecting a name.
Doing some quick math, Harry realized he couldn't say his real name. His father would be at school during this time, and a Potter mysteriously showing up at school would raise far too many questions. "Hendricks. Evan Hendricks." he said finally.
So now he had to go to school for an unknown amount of time with his parents and their friends and hope he didn't screw anything up. This also meant all the Death Eaters he'd helped take out would still be in school. And Voldemort's rise to power would just be beginning. Bugger
