Harry Potter and the Time Incident
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfiction so any constructive criticism would be appreciated.
I'll stop babbling on now so enjoy.
Chapter 1: The rogue time-timer.
"RUN!" roared Harry as he thundered past his friends. Ron, Hermione and Neville heard him and turned and started to sprint. Suddenly a green bolt of light hit Neville in the back and he slumped to the ground lifeless. "NOOOOOOO!" screamed Harry throwing himself to the floor as a projectile went flying over him. Unfortunately, the projectile wasn't going much further and hit the floor just next to Harry. "Oh cra-"he didn't finish his sentence because he was being whisked away by some unknown force…
Harry awoke with a start. Where am I he asked himself. It then hit him. "I'm under the stairs again." He whispered. He quickly tried a wandless lumos and it came up positive. He silently casted a wandless notice-me-not charm on the cupboard so his aunt Petunia wouldn't bother him with a list of useless chores. Not a moment too soon as his aunt came walking down the stairs.
He conjured a plate and some bread whilst silently contemplating what to do next. Maybe, he thought, maybe if I just do what they say they will not bully me as much as they did before. No that wouldn't work I tried that last time and look where that got me. Suddenly he thought of a violent yet genius idea. He undid the notice-me-not charm and exited his cupboard.
He entered the living room and flicked his hand up, "Now listen here you vindictive little bitch…" he snarled at Petunia. "You are going to make me a decent breakfast and then lock yourself into cupboard under the stairs so you know how I felt all these years." Petunia just stared at Harry with wonder and amazement.
"What are you going to do" Petunia asked with fear in her eyes.
"I'm going to wake up my dear uncle!" he snarled with a feral smile on his face.
Harry crept upstairs and snuck into his aunt and uncles room. How many times had he been dragged into here by that beast of a man…? No he wouldn't think about that. He was here to do a specific job.
Pointing a finger at Vernon he whispered "Mobilicorpus". With Vernon floating behind him he walked downstairs and stuck him to the ceiling. He then dug into the breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausage and beans whilst thinking on what to do next.
When Vernon Dursley woke up he thought 'this isn't my nice comfy bed.' And his eyes snapped open. "POTTER! PUT ME DOWN IMMEDIATELY!" He bellowed with as much malice in his voice as possible. "I'm afraid I can't do that Vernon." Harry stated calmly.
"And why not boy?" Vernon enquired]
"Because the spell is on a timer that even I can't undo. Anyway why would I? all you've done is treat me with bitterness and contempt whilst I have been living here. And when the spell reverses if you try anything 'funny' you will be locked in the cupboard under the stairs for a week without food and drink… Just like your 'precious' wife."
"What have you done to her. Vernon thundered.
"Only the things you did to me… Except the whipping and hitting because that was all you. But the rest of it… Just say your wife is going to have a few more bruises than the ones you gave her." Harry stated with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "Oh yea… before I forget I didn't do one last thing… ACCIO VERNONS WALLET!"
The said wallet zoomed into Harry's hand as if it was happy to be there.
"I'll be taking this…" Harry calmly said taking a wad of £50 notes and putting them into his pocket.
"What was that for?" Vernon almost wept.
"For the sums of £50 that I have never seen that was given to you through my vault at Gringotts."