Here it is, as promised: my rewrite to Changing the Past – Reading Harry Potter. You should also check out The Breaking Of Death's Master, which is the prequel story to my new series, The Path's Summons Trilogy.
WARNING – MILD SWEARING.
So story of the post is Under A Watchful Eye by mysecretthoughts. It's a fab reading the books fic.
Anyway, on with the story!
THE RETURN OF LORD VOLDEMORT
Chapter One: Harry Is Annoyed
"You are Mr. Harry Potter of Number Four, Privet Drive, correct?" Fudge (bloody puffed up idiot) queried, eyeballing him over his glasses.
"I – do you know what, fuck this." Harry said, and stood up, raising his wand to the sky.
Many squawked in fear and attempted to flee – after a summer of reading about how dangerous and evil Harry was, the sheeple thought he was a budding Dark Lord in the making. However, the doors slammed shut and Harry began his invocation:
See the sky now black as night,
See the stars still dazzling white,
See the moon now shining bright,
Now let all see with True Sight!
And whiteness overtook them.
Harry opened his eyes hesitantly and breathed a sigh of relief. The spell had worked.
In the room, there was Harry himself, Remus, Sirius (as Padfoot), Fudge, Dumbledore, Ron, Hermionie, Amos Diggory, Mr. Weasley, and Umbridge. Snape also appeared to be lurking in the corner with Mad-Eye.
"How dare you kidnap us, boy!" Fudge screamed, his face turning purple, with spittle flying from his mouth. Harry was reminded of Uncle Vernon.
"Look, Minister Fudge," Harry began, cautiously approaching the enraged man. "None of us can use magic at the moment (A/N: Animagus is the exception.), and it is very likely that we will be unable to for as long as we don't read the books."
"Read? What do you mean, Potter?" Umbit- Umbridge demanded, chest puffed out. Harry was tempted to ask her to croak.
"Basically," Harry explained. "We'll be reading about this past year – from a little before the World Cup to after the Third Task. We can also read about the events of this upcoming school year, if you wish."
"How do we know that this isn't fabricated, then?" Amos asked, slightly mollified now that he knew why he was there – to read about his son's death.
"Because the memories are filtered through Magic Herself, Mr. Diggory. And as we all know, magic Herself cannot lie." Harry said, holding his gaze. Thankfully, the man backed down.
"So, let's read Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire." Fudge said, practically diving for the book. Everybody tactfully ignored him.
"Chapter One – The Riddle House."
And so the reading began…
And done! So, I will attempt to post once a week at least, though I will also post on different stories. Please review, it makes me happy!