Part Favors- Foreward
The Boy-Who-Lived, ScarHead, The Protector, and The Man-Who-Saved; a list of mostly hyphened names that the wizarding world bestowed on their honored savior…their respect was not returned.
It was not arrogance, nor pride that blinded him; it was simple truth, in its barest, crudest form. Harry Potter had been through more then most could imagine, more then the Daily Prophet exaggerated, more then even those who thought they could map his soul could fathom in their most unique dreams that included dancing bon-bons (in my own they are specified as lemon drops) , and a big bouncy purple ball that had shoes.
Well, to one side's faked sorrow, and one lonely side's relief, Harry J. E. G. Potter wasn't around anymore; at least not in the current time.
Potter had destroyed the bane of the community, the fear of the people, and the terror of many: Voldemort. But Voldemort had left the Sorcerer a party favor of sorts; something to remember him by, just incase he ever forget (probably by ways of great amounts of Odgen's Finest FireWhiskey or a Memory charm).
So, in the simplest briskest of terms, so not to waste any more of your time, Harry Potter was gone; off the year of 1998, and into the year of 1991……in a different dimension.
But never fear my brave, plundering readers! For we will follow him, and follow him we will; "For what would a story be with the main character?" I ask. And no doubt, I am not the only one.
Chapter 1- And On We Go
A Dizzying spin of dark blue light, red sparks, and a solid 'thud' were the details that came with the package of 4D traveling. Harry found himself…in exactly the same room. His eyebrows rose unconsciously, as he looked around at the surroundings that looked exactly the same. They were all the usual furnishings of the room he had rented at the Leaky Cauldron.
He reached out with his magic and felt the same basic signatures of the charms on the magical items, but it had a completely different feeling to it. Finally it hit him, he cast a date and placement charm and a lighted message popped up, not unlike what an alarm clock looked like. "August 1, 1991, W02.
1991, different time, what the heck! And W02, world two, dimension two, not one, wait…NOT ONE!
"Bloody Hell" he whispered, casting a quick revealing charm to make sure it wasn't a prank.
He ran over to the mirror, running his hands through his hair, bloody bad luck I have, can't even change lives, still Harry Potter.
So…what do I do now?