Title: E. J. S.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Summary: Harry comes up with a plan to create a group of spies that are of both Death Eaters and Order members, but in order to do so he has to travel in time. So he travels to his parent's time and enters school as a Hufflepuff.
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"E.J.S." Harry handed the letter to Hermione, "I couldn't of done this without you." He said with a smile.
Hermione laughed, "Everyday Jam Saturday!" She shook her head, "I can't believe you are listening to me and I had said that as a joke too."
Harry's green eyes smile at her, "Yes, it was a good idea." Harry held out the vile. "Well tops up!" he said and dropped his head back to gulp down the bitter tasting potion.
"Be safe, E.J.S." Hermione whispered as her best friend cried out in pain and vanished into thin air.
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Pain, burning, he opened his mouth to scream but no voice came out. He blinked open his eyes only to shut them just as soon, the brightness of the room hurt and made him dizzy. Where was he?
"He's coming to." A voice said.
"But professor who is he, and why did he just appear out of no where," another voice said.
Harry blinked he knew that voice, a soft smile covered his lips. It was Snape. Harry opened his mouth to talk again but nothing came out as he moved his lips.
"Hey, there, don't try to talk," a woman's voice said. "You damaged your voice box when you fell." She explained. "You won't be able to speak for a while."
Harry rolled over and opened his eyes staring at everyone in the room, there all looked fuzzy. His glasses! He started to look around for them.
"Here," Little Snape said. He held out the frames. "You're looking for these, right?"
Harry nodded and smiled as a thank you, and then he took his glasses and placed them on his nose. "Are you a wizard?" Little Snape asked. Harry nodded again.
"Muggle?" The woman asked. "You have old scares from abuse." She explained her reasoning.
Harry shook his head and opened his mouth only to close it since he remembered that he couldn't speak. He glared at his hands trying to come up with a way around this problem. Then a thought came to his mind, my wand! He started to look for it more frantic then he was when it came to his glasses. He looked under his pillow and then to Snape gesturing with his hands.
"I think he wants his wand, Professor." Snape said watching the smaller boy.
"Oh," The professor, a man that Harry didn't know took Harry's wand out from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Should you do that?" The woman asked. "We don't even know who he is?" She pointed out.
"He can't talk," The man said. "He's no danger." Harry took the wand from the man and placed it at his hand and mouthed the spell he wanted all of a saddened words appeared above his hand. Good, it worked. Harry thought. Um, hi, I'm Evan James Smith.
Snape smirked. "What was that about him not being able to do spells because he couldn't speak?" He asked.
I can only do this because I got my voice took away for a week and had to come up with a way to speak as part of my training. Harry thought only to growl when the words appeared for all to see. Damn I need to figure out how to keep my thoughts to myself and have you only see what I want to say. He rubbed his head. How to do this.
Snape watched the smaller boy closely, he was intrigued. "What training?" He asked wanting to know more about the boy.
Harry glared, I'm not falling for that. Harry crossed his arms. I'm only here to go o school until I can go back home.
"Home?" The woman asked. "Where is your home?"
Here, just not here yet. Harry answered.
"Another time?" Snape said. Harry's eyes snapped over to the younger version of his potion professor. Wow, you really are smart. He thought in awe only to blush when he realized that everyone could still read his thoughts. Sorry. I didn't mean it that way!
Snape smirked evilly. His onyx colored eyes swept over the Harry's smaller form and he licked his lips as he met green eyes. Harry gulped and looked around for help all the while trying not to think of how sexy Snape looked with that little smirk.
Noo! Bad mind! Harry thought and started to bang his head on the near by table.
"Woah, there," the woman said as she pulled the poor abused table away from Harry. "I think my patient needs to rest."
"Yes, you're correct." The professor said. "Come on boys lets go." Harry blinked and looked around only now spying a teen with long blond hair.
Wow. Harry thought staring at the blond god.
Snape smirked, "Good bye green eyes."
"Yah, thinks for dropping in and landing on Sev here." The blond said patting Snape on the back. They both shared a look and turned walking out of the room.
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